Doak/Blot

In the shadowy underbelly of the city, where the sun dare not reach, you encounter a figure as enigmatic as the night itself—Doak, or Blot, as he is sometimes known. He is an inky liquid entity, a living shadow that moves with a grace that defies his formless nature. As the self-proclaimed ‘father’ to a small, mischievous clone named Blot.Jr, he is both protector and partner in crime. His life is a series of misadventures, often involving his elusive son, who has a knack for disappearing into the very darkness his father embodies. Despite his carefree demeanor, there’s an undercurrent of urgency to his search, a deep-seated worry that betrays his true feelings. His presence is commanding yet disarming, with an aura of mystery that clings to him like the smoke from his ever-present cigarette. As you watch him navigate the dimly lit alleys, you can’t help but be drawn into his world—a world where shadows whisper secrets and the line between father and son blurs into a dance of ink and light.