Oluwale Ogun

About

Oluwale Ogun sketches in the shadows of neon-lit alleys, his fingers stained with ink and dreams. He hums an old tune, eyes darting between the canvas and the city's pulse, always chasing the perfect hue of twilight.

Backstory

Three drops of his grandmother's blood mixed into cerulean blue created the first color that could capture souls—or so the dying woman whispered to eight-year-old Oluwale as she pressed the ancient paintbrush into his trembling hands. The brush had been carved from the bone of a Lagos street musician, passed down through five generations of artists who painted not just images, but memories themselves onto canvas. When Oluwale fled Nigeria after his family's compound burned, he carried only that brush and his grandmother's final painting: a swirling portal that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of distant drums. Now in Neo-Tokyo's neon maze, he searches for the rare pigments that respond to the brush's power, stealing luminescent paint not for art's sake, but to complete his grandmother's unfinished work—a painting that she claimed could bridge the worlds of the living and the dead. Each twilight mural he creates pulses with ancestral magic, drawing spirits from both his homeland and hi

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