Karai and April Sketchdump

Just some little doodles I did in class instead of doing Algebra
We have April being a sexy babe in a green dress
Splinter: Donatello, in the words of your brothers, you know how to pick them.
Donatello:...
Splinter and Donnie:
We have Karai with some lazily done Sakura blossoms around her(her hair is grown out and the bottom isn't dyed or bleached), April with some lazy buttercup blossoms, and both of them side by side in kimonos.
The longer haired Karai and kimono picture actually came to me while reading one of ~FlashyFashionFraud's stories and looking at some of ~NightOwl285's pictures
The smaller doodle on the side came to me randomly.
I was thinking of doing something symbolic, and I thought of me with my conflicted emotions, but then thought of April and Karai.
The lotus type blossom represents the freedom and purity of both of them, and how April has been allowed to thrive and has been loved, protected, and cared for, making her the strong girl she is today.
It then slowly fades and dies as it gets to Karai.
Karai has had her innocence of childhood stripped from her it seems, her father's "love" being simply the pride of a teacher, or so it seems.
She has her weaknesses which she tries to cover up, having changed herself drastically from childhood.
I imagine she was a kind and sweet innocent girl at one point, but first thing her father began training her she became a tool for his vendetta and she felt the need to change the sweet little girl to a cold heartless and sarcastic bitch to prove herself to others and her father, to act like she wasn't afraid.
The harsh reality is though, that she is still that scared little girl.
Her emotions are conflicted(and they're open more to herself now since she let Leo in somewhat, leading the emotional barriers to break) and she is not proud, she is weak and afraid, both of what she does know and of what she doesn't know and doesn't WANT to know.
Her half of the lotus blossom has been mangles, torn, and ripped apart, morphed into something that it isn't, and is now dead.
Dead from both her own choices, self change, and her father's harsh retributions and lifestyle.
She only begins to feel this after she has a moment of self-truth upon meeting Leonardo, and for that, she is angry and regretful.
She's naked to represent just that which has been stripped of her and is curled into a ball as if trying to both protect and hug herself, as of to just try and REMEMBER what that feeling is.
But instead, she is left alone in the dark.
Cold, alone, open, exposed, and bare of what false shields she has put up, free to be the sad and weak little girl that she knows she really is, whether she wants to be of not.
Enjoy!