Disney construction? That Gargoyle ornament I took a photo off? Graffiti Canisters? Bandeliar, masks. Don't make copies of yourself, don't make it look like Trist. Imposter syndrome could be welcome here.
Horns, hair. A punkish aesthetic yet not quite. Thoughts dance around as i make these arrangements. Making fantastical portraits as I know how.
A Dryad or aersol paint. Under the Graffti tunnels he resides. All of a rough tribe of misfits and wannabe artists who happen to run to the wrong edge of Glittertown.
Wings for the motorway clifftops, having to think up content on the Witcher, he must make his way towards a career as a crazy with his magical abilities of handling his paint. In the age of his twenties other than a wish of fame, not caring that he wants to be picked.
These are his diaries.