His name says it all.
Well, maybe it's not his real name, but it's all I can come up with to describe what the heck this guy is. Just look at him: a ninja with a helmet, a star belt and boots... completely flesh-toned (caucasian flesh that is).
The poor guy's been abandoned, but I really enjoy his ugly style. His poor production quality and poor condition give him a bit of character... and I feel like I should wash my hands after touching him.
I know his kind all too well (yeah I'm profiling): A completely bare, generic-as-hell character ripoff made in China. You know, one of those toys you can only find at a flea market from the countless bins of used and slightly damaged toys. Most accessories or clothing that ever accompanied the toy are long gone. (Keep an eye out for more of his kind to show up on the blog by the way).
Just take a look at how much plastic flack there is left over from the toy mold. You can also see the dirt, grime and scars all over this guy. He's lived a tough life. Luckily, he's a stunt ninja. He can take a beating.
I have no idea why I get such joy from crappily-made toys. I think it ties in to the fact that I'm a designer and illustrator striving to create great quality work. I recognize the total lack of quality, effort, design, etc. and I just find it comical.