Archive for November 13th, 2011

#8 Little Head

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Little Head has always hated sci-fi fantasy revenge stories. Then he became one, and has never looked back.

13 – Jerry Thomas – Chemist

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There’s a lot of focus in history on the big players; your Generals, your Presidents, your Attillas the Hun. But history is full of people whose accomplishments never really made it out of their own subculture, but that doesn’t make them any less significant. Take Jerry Thomas, for example. A bartender in the mid-19th century, Mr. Thomas wrote a book called The Bar-Tender’s Guide, a work which more or less writes out the basic theory behind creating cocktails. That’s right, this doughy, middle-aged guy with the fancy vest basically invented the mixed drink. His inventions include the Tom Collins, the Martinez (a sort of proto-Martini), and the Blue Blazer, the precursor of all flaming alcoholic drinks. So even though Mr. Thomas never rode into war, never signed a treaty or ruled a nation, his impact on history is still felt today.

The Chemist, sometimes known as the Salve-Maker or Alchemist, is one of the more basic classes found in RPGs today. Focused around creating and using items, Chemists tend to be the most basic of healing classes, with abilities that quickly outlive their usefulness. Still, in some games, with the right setups, the Chemist can become quite useful. Sometimes they even get a unique Mix command, which allows them to combine and use items in battle, boosting their healing or offensive abilities to useful levels. Though seldom a high-impact class, the Chemist remains a personal favorite of mine.

#13 – Anansi – Trickster God of Africa, Weaver of Lies

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Excerpt: The two had been walking and talking for some time away from Memphis and Ptah had been manipulating their path until they had come to what appeared to be a great forest along the edge of the Desert. “That is the Great Forest. A manifestation of all of the World’s greatest forested regions, jungles, rainforests, and other planted regions. We are expected there. As they approached the Great Forest, the smell of immense age wafted from the Forest. The air of the Desert was dry, crisp with a light metallic taste, the forest’s scent was cooler, mustier, like an old closet filled with woolen sweaters, still but not unpleasant.

As they grew closer, the size of the immense trees became more apparent, from a distance they appeared to be the size of a strong man, but when they were closer, it was clear they were much, much larger. It would take twenty men, arm to arm to encircle even the smallest of these trees. The trees vanished into the sky and covered the sun allowing only the tiniest spots of light to reach the ground. Great eagles were also seen flying in the canopy, each, incredibly large, some the size of a small airplane.

As they left the Desert behind and moved deeper into the forest, the sense of age only increased and they walked until they had come to an area that seemed older, the trees more bent, great spider webs were woven through the canopy, whispering their secrets, waving in an unfelt breeze.

“Welcome, weary travelers to my land,” said a great voice from apparently nowhere. Lumumba looked around but could see no one speaking, and the voice seemed to come from everywhere.

“Look up, my son,” Ptah had already found an immense stump to sit on and was pointing skyward.

Lumumba looked up and was surprised to see the largest spider he had ever seen dangling just a few feet from his head. It was the size of truck and its eight eyes, burned with intelligence. Lumumba could feel its will pressing down upon him, a physical presence, making the air thick and his movement slow. He wanted to move his hand to invoke his Ka, but he simply could not move his fingers at all.

“So this is the savior, the protector of mankind, the one we have been waiting for nearly a thousand years? He certainly does not look like much to me. As a matter of fact, I think he is an arachnophobe to boot.” The great spider moved with an alarming agility for something so large, and swung itself down to land in front of Lumumba. Its eight eyes never lost their intensity, as the spider made its way around him, viewing him from all sides. “I thought he would be taller.”

“You say that about all the heroes, Anansi. I am a respectable four feet tall and it has not held me back any,” Ptah responds with a jocular tint to his tone. This eases Lumumba’s fear of the giant spider plucking his clothing and his new staff with its glistening razor sharp pedipalps.

“Yes, boy, that glistening substance is venom; enough in each bite to slay a thousand men. A single touch from me and you would be dead before you knew it. No, I am not a spider. I resemble one, but a spider my size could not exist where you come from. Consider me the iconic representation of what all spiders imagine themselves to be, awe-inspiring, powerful, killing machines. And no, I am not reading your mind, your face says everything.”

“And let’s not forget humble and full of grace.”

“You scare the boy in your way and I scare him in mine, Ptah.”
“Did your master tell you about me, Horus-ka?” hissed Anansi as it waved its forelegs around Lumumba.

It was hard for Lumumba to listen to Anansi’s voice, it caused him to want to run away and never stop, so filled with menace, its very presence confounded his concentration. Lumumba watched as he began to sense the weaving of the threads of magic. “Yes, sir, he did mention you in passing when he talked about well known deities of the African continent. He said, you were a known liar and scoundrel. And that if I were to meet you in person, to not trust a single thing you said to me unless you swore on your ancestors first.”

“He said what?” roared Anansi, his huge forelegs waving faster around Lumumba, his body tense and hair all over his form stood erect and crackled with what appeared to be electrical energy. “A liar, and a scoundrel, not to be trusted, eh? Did he tell you that I stole the moon and the stars for man, did he tell you that I liberated all of the stories of the world for humanity, so that you would have something to do around your fires for the last fifteen thousand years? Did he tell you that without me, you would not have fire, since the gods wanted to keep it for themselves?”

The air in the clearing was still as Lumumba considered his answer. Lying to deities was almost always the wrong thing to do, since most could tell when you were. But Ptah did mention that diplomacy when discussing them was always the best choice since gods were known to be a bit thin-skinned, sensitive about their exploits and capricious in the response to how they are seen by humans. Lumumba decided to go with candor. He hoped Ptah would step in before anything bad happened.

“Yes, sir, he did tell me some of those things. He said that you stole the stars but spilled them on your way out of heaven so they scattered throughout the sky. He mentioned that you borrowed the sun because you lost your way coming out of the underworld and forgot to put it back when you were done. He also mentioned that you did liberate all of the stories of the world, but you did it so that you would have people pay you to hear them. On your way to the market, it was said that the stories fell into the river from the calabash you carried them in and were lost, found by beggars and fishwives who used them to get money from people. On the matter of fire, he mentioned that you did steal fire for us, but only because you took pity on us one day when we were freezing and you did not have a warm place to stay having been kicked out of Heaven again and so you gave us fire, so you could be warm.” Lumumba had begun to regret his decision as he felt the energy of Anansi building in front of him, its claws waving closer and closer to his body. He dared not move since the claws were sweeping all around him front to back, faster and faster.

Ptah snickered and turned away from Anansi, taking a sip of water to hide his laughter.

“So he did, did he? Anansi whispered. A deep breath followed with Anansi sounding just a little bit contrite. “Well, so that the truth be known, he has not lied. Not once. All of those things are as you say. I am a selfish deity who happens to benefit others while I am trying to benefit myself. As I have done now. He is ready, Ptah.” Anansi stopped waving his claws over Lumumba and backed away.

“I call you Horus-Ka, the spirit of Horus. Your next answer will determine the fate of men and gods. When confronted by evil, do you use the force of arms or the strength of will to resolve the problem?”

Horus-Ka looked to Ptah but his face was stony and unresponsive. “Sir, –”

“I am Anansi, The Weaver of Fate, Teller of Tales, Trickster of the Gods, Defender of Man, I am no man. Call me as I am, Kwaku Anansi,” interrupted Anansi with enough force to nearly knock Horus-Ka from his feet.

“Forgive me Kwaku Anasi, Ptah, Father to the Gods, I have been taught when confronting evil that force of arms is almost never the only solution to a problem, and that truly winning the battle relies on a keen eye, a strong mind, a full heart, a ready wit and a forceful will. I will only use force of weapons when no other avenue presents itself. This I pledge to you, my masters.” As Horus-Ka completed his statement, two circles of fire formed with a bridge of flame connecting them.

The circle around Horus-Ka was filled and surrounded with a variety of cartouches each flickering in multi-colored flame, the second circle about ten meters away was much larger and opened to a vista similar to the Great Forest Horus-Ka had seen earlier in the day with one vital difference. A giant creature seeming to be comprised of earth tore through the Forest and approached the barriers that kept the Forest and the Real World separate. If the scale were to be believed, this creature stood over a thousand feet tall, towering over the redwoods of the Great Forest. Giant Eagles and tiny men sitting on those eagles seemed to be engaging the creature unsuccessfully. One tower had already fallen and when three of them were toppled, the creature would be able to cross into the world of Men.

“That is your first great task, Horus-Ka. You must protect the world of Men. It is too close to the boundary for any of us to be of any help to you. Your gifts and your training will need to be enough. Know that the people you see there are denizens of the Spirit World, when they die, they fall from the cycle of life, never to return. They need you to stop this creature. If it pierces the boundary, it will cause a massive earthquake wiping out the Atlantic coast of Africa, South America and parts of the North American continent.”

“Who could have done this, how is this even possible? Ptah, you said that the Compact prevented magic like this from even working in the world of Men?

“These creatures do not obey the Compact and have begun their assault on our world. They have begun a battle which will pit all of the Spirit Realms and the World of Men against each other, and when the White Host, the Cold Gods and Demon of Babylon have exhausted themselves, they will destroy the victors. This opening volley will liberate the Demon and you cannot allow that. If she is freed too soon, things will not be in place. Ptah, what of your brothers and sisters?”

“They are hidden in the world of Men with no memory of who they are, it is their only chance of survival and the only chance there will be some gods left when this Scourge is done. We are the last, and Horus-Ka, son of man and gods, you must be our weapon. Otherwise we have none. As a man, you may go places even gods fear to tread. Now go, we shall buy your freedom with our lives, if it comes to that.”

The clearing was suddenly lit from the distance as beams of cold white light streaked through the trees and illuminated the webbing of the clearing. Screams of agony and rage are heard in the distance.

“I do not think they like the decorating I left for them. It is so hard to find venom laced webbing these days.” Anansi turned to Ptah. Make ready my brother, my traps will not hold them long.” Anansi leapt into the trees, and skittered across a web work hidden in the canopy. “Horus-Ka, the weavings of fate upon you are strong, I wove them myself. But you were given a thread of Fate before I met you. That fate I could not change. Be strong and in your darkest hour know that Fate is your ally, even if you cannot believe it at the time. Farewell, son and spirit of Horus.”

Ptah turned to Horus-Ka and took a necklace from his bag. It held an icon of a disk with the Eye of Ra upon it. “When I am gone, you will be unable to return here without this talisman. Only Ra will remain behind to protect the Spirit World because he is safe within his chariot of fire. All of the souls here will depend on you once we are gone. Now go. Make us proud.

“Is that it? No ideas, no clues how to defeat the thousand foot tall colossus? ”

“If heroism were easy, everyone would do it.” Ptah’s armored hand snatches a spiny arrow from the air, mere inches from Horus-Ka’s face. “I am confident you will do what is necessary. Go.” And with that Ptah pushes Horus-Ka into the second circle of flame and into his destiny.

“And now I go to mine. Anansi save some for me.”

“There are plenty to go around, my brother. You know I could not undo what Fate had given him.”

“I know, but you gave him a chance to save the world first.”

The number of lights in the forest increased and the number of eyes those lights came from doubled. And doubled again; and again. Soon the forest was lit and there was no darkness. Ptah and Anansi held the portal open until Horus-Ka arrived. Then the portal closed and was sealed, unable to be opened again. After that moment, no one without the Eye of Ra would be able to enter or leave the spirit realm. This would not help Ptah, who armored with a mighty staff whose head of Anubis, slew any that it touched instantly, a magnificent flaming helm which shot forth beams of the light of Ra, incinerating all it shown upon, whose thews allowed him to strike each hexapedal creature and slay them with a single blow and mighty Anansi, whose webs, fangs, claws, and venom destroyed dozens of these creatures a second, and it was still not enough. Both of these beings were soon overwhelmed and the number of their enemy soon exceeded their ability to slay them, formidable though they both were.

But they were not trying to win. They simply needed to buy some time. This was not the real battle. The real battle was being fought in the heart of a boy they rescued twenty years ago against a monstrosity of stone and magic. Anansi projected a blast of venom and hurled a star from the sky upon a cluster of the enemy. His venom seared their stony flesh and the star destroyed then by the dozens. But after a day and a night, he had begun to tire. Standing upon a mound of the dead, he and Ptah were surrounded and exhausted.

The six legged creatures fell back for the first time in two days. A man-like creature strode forward, lit by the light of glowing sigils. He had two winged serpents flying over his shoulders. His body was gnarled and bent, but glowed with boundless power. He wore an elaborate headdress and metallic bracers on his arms and feet. His face was covered but the area of the headdress where his face might be was illuminated with a pale light which showed the face in shadow, a long aquiline nose and a cruel sharp jawline. His voice was liquid menace and if a human were listening he would have heard a language thought dead, the tongue of the Mayan Olmecs. “Never send a dog to do a man’s job.” The two serpents turned toward Ptah and Anansi and opened their mouths. A sound like the rattling of a thousand bones of the dead being ground to dust, slowly, agonizingly streamed toward the two gods.

Anansi, reached heavenward again and pulled another star from the firmament. The star streaked toward the forest. Exhausted by this final effort, Anansi fell still holding the star only with his will alone.

Ptah’s helm shown again with Ra’s Light but it weakened and guttered. Ptah moved the last few steps toward Anansi and he could hear the star’s imminent arrival. The Great Forest was lit from above as the star grew in the night sky. The remaining hexapeds turned their eyes skyward and the Olmec directed his will upon Ptah and Anansi. And then, Ptah’s light went out and a star incinerated the Forest.

Anansi, Ptah and Horus-Ka are all characters who appear in The Aspect War – Chapter 5: The Spirit Army. You can read the entire tale at the link.

The painting (which happened independently of my story, I just thought it was amazing and parallel this scene amazingly well) was created by a young polish artist who goes by the name Cinoslaw. At the link you will find other really incredible artwork as well. He retains all copyrights to his work.

Day 13 Animal Oddjobs- Pilot “Mo” Hippo

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The Boondocks reference OH YEAH!

#7 Boris McDermont the Samantha Murderer

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In 1990 Boris bought his first Walkman. He would listen to all his favorite grunge bands on the contraption wherever he went. Then in 1994 after listening to Pearl Jam’s “Hey Foxymophandlemama, that’s me” it occurred to Boris that he must murder someone named Samantha Arlington. Now in 2011 he has never found the one Samantha Arlington, but has decided to play it safe and murder any Samantha or Sam or any name that begins with S that happens to come across his path. So if that be your name dear reader, beware any man listening to a Walkman, he is most likely after you!

#13 Jex

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#13 CROSBY

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crosby spends most of his time hanging around trendy pubs with overpriced beer, he’s an art student but nobody’s actually seen his work, he really likes things nobody else likes because theyre crap and his dad’s a vicar

#13: The Silver Spark

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Real Name: Thomas Hitch

Height: 6’3

Weight: 210 lbs.

Location: Liberty City, USA

Powers: Emits powerful blasts of silver tinted light energy from his hands; flight

Character info: I’ve been having a lot of fun with this 30 Character Challenge, because it’s paved the way for me to unleash some of the ideas I’ve had for the history of The Adventurers of Liberty City universe. We established that a team of Adventurers existed before the current team, and even further back, there was at least one superhero known as U.S.A. In a future arc, we’ll explore heroes that operated as allies of U.S.A. The Silver Spark will be one of those heroes. In fact, he’ll have strong ties to The Adventurers of Liberty City, as well as a possible spin-off I have planned called The Axiom.

He’s a classic hero in every sense. Along with U.S.A., he was viewed as an inspiring, clean cut hero. Not only do his powers make him formidable, but he’s also a tall and built individual.

Ashley

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Ashley the Rabbit Ears Warrior

#13 – Major Victory (GWP)

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I always hate that patriotic wrestlers are always white dudes. I think the only African American patriotic wrestler was GI Bro, aka Booker T (arguably, you can say that Tony Atlas was as well, but that’s grasping at straws to me). I’m a big fan of taking expectations away from certain conventions. Major Victory, the name, is based on the public domain superhero…in fact, you can see that I did my best to translate his ring attire from the superhero uniform.

NOTE: I’m using Hero-O-Matic (aka Fabrica De Herois) to create my characters. If you’re a writer who can’t draw (like me!), you might want to try it!

#13-Ned the Head

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If you like your disembodied oracle heads preserved by the power of voodoo of a foul-mouthed and smarmy nature, have I got a deal for you!

This one’s a semi tribute to the spirit of a great comic, The Goon by Eric Powell.  My art’s not nearly as good, but my heart’s in the right place.

 

#13 Sin Pueblo Narco Hunter

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The pinche night’s as hot as hell. It’s a crappy room in a crappy part of a crappy pueblo -My name is Mario. I used to be a law man. Not much use for guys like me in Mexico these days. Not since the cartels took over.

I’m looking at a rose. She says she wants me. I’m not  wasting one more second wondering how I got so lucky.  She smells like flowers ought to smell, the perfect woman… the Rose.  Rosita. She says her name is Rosita.

So, you were scared, weren’t you  Rosita? Somebody wanted to kill you and you knew it. Well, I’m gonna find that hijo de puta Narco that killed you, and I’m gonna put that fool down…hard.  I love Narcos. No matter what you do to them, you don’t feel bad.

This is an eye for an eye. It’s time I solved the Narco Cartel problem, with extreme prejudice.  I have no choice. My hand has been dealt. And I’m ready for war.

Walk down the right back alley in Sin Pueblo, and you can find anything.

 

 

#12 – “The Heartthrob” Eddie Heart (GWP)

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Dang it, I spelled “heartthrob” wrong.

Eddie Heart is an amalgam of three pro wrestlers: “Hot Stuff” Eddie Gilbert, “The Heartbreak Kid” Shawn Michaels, and Bret “The Hitman” Hart. Technically proficient, a top rope master, and a master on the microphone, Eddie is a fan favorite.

“Over” refers to how the fans react to him. Being over, for a babyface (or hero) means the fans love him and cheer his every move (by the same token, a heel, or villain, can be over if he gets a lot of boos and jeers).

NOTE: I’m using Hero-O-Matic (aka Fabrica De Herois) to create my characters. If you’re a writer who can’t draw (like me!), you might want to try it!

#13 – The Mannequin

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The Mannequin started out as a kind of puppeteer character, sending strange creations after the heroes from the safety of his base of operations, or setting death traps – part Puppet Master part Arcade.

He kind of built up though to something more interesting, I think.

I love how Marco makes him look like Buster Keaton almost, blank faced and tragic.

 

 

#13 Suicide Blonde

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The name Suicide Blonde was taken from the song “Suicide Blonde” by the Australian band INXS.

Amanda Rodriguez-Colon is an attorney for the City of New York and a has an impressive record of cases won by a woman in the city’s history. Then suddenly her world has changed. Her mother got killed by some thugs in her neighborhood, Her bother got assaulted and almost dead, and her husband has been missing, only to be discovered by police a few days later.

Distraught, angry, and frustrated by the very system she has pour her heart and soul to honor on a daily basis, she takes the law into her own hands.

Having trained by her father, a retired police officer in the way of using weapons of all traits. She trains herself psychically and mentally to peak perfection, she takes the law to her into her own hands, by becoming a one woman army against the  criminal elements that defy the law and makes them all pay for the crimes they all commit.

Wearing nothing but a trench coat, a custom made black body suit, and a blindfold which covers her entire top potion of her face, and a blond wig she had used in a Halloween costume years ago, Amanda travels the streets alone eliminating all criminal activity in her own way, cause justice is indeed blind.

Height:5’7 weight:138 lbs. Age:27 Racial Background: Mixed Raced Hispanic(Dominican/German/Italian)

Powers:

Quick reflexes, knows hand to hand from her father. Trained to function blindfolded.

Personality:

Confident, aware of her surroundings, and not afraid to convey emotion.

 

 

#13: The Concierge

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The police can’t figure out if this guy is a vigilante or a contract killer, or maybe just a guy who couldn’t find a better costume – who knows.  What they do know is that he deals out justice swiftly and in a manner that applies to a high moral code.

 

 

#12: Tunnel Rat

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Club kid and part-time superhero Tunnel Rat is ferocious in the way he doles out justice.  His only problem is that he can’t become the Tunnel Rat unless he’s underground.  If you want to commit a crime in a basement or lower level of a sunken parking garage, you better watch out!

 

 

#11: Professor Solved

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With a track record of science solutions like this, you can understand why Professor Solved waits to get involved until he’s asked.  One man can only solve so many problems.

 

 

 

#10: The Blind Butler

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Come on, now.  You have a blind butler that can do all of his butlering duties without fail and you are surprised to find out that he’s a crime fighting ninja at night?

 

 

#13 Sygfryd’s Daughter

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She would slay the serpent and drink it’s blood, fulfilling her father’s destiny.

 

Sygrfryd’s Daughter © & TM Mike Dubisch

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#12 Mabel

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No. 13- Sean “The Mechanic” Marion

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Name: Sean ‘The Mechanic’ Marion

Age: 25

Ethnicity: Causcasian

Occupation: Supervillain

Short Background:
Sean Marion never was a top villain. In fact, he was just above a D-list villain and the only thing impressive about him were the people he had been beaten by. When his last bank robbery fails, Sean finds himself evicted from his apartment and forced to live with his worst enemy.

His mother.

He has the power to manipulate different types of machinery. With enough focus and drive, he could be a serious contender, but his tendency to slack off has sealed his fate at the bottom of the barrel.

Design:
Jumpsuits, Goggles, and Boots.

#12: Super Rowe the Wonder Pup

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Super Rowe, the super pup with a mischievous nature
I’ve seen this dog bite my sock with the strength of a dog twice it’s size and dont get me started on the face licking~!!

#13 – Noriko: The Last Assassin

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Noriko is a revamp of a character I created for a DOA comicbook project several years ago. She had a slightly different look and a sillier name but that was about it. No history or background, just a look. So I’ve attached her to a storyline where several black ops assassins that work for a sinister global power have been contracted to take each other out. They don’t know that they’ve each of them been targeted by the other until Noriko discovers one of her targets is an old flame. Last year’s characters Ironwolf and Deadeye tie in to the story along with Killshot; he will make his appearance in 30Characters between now and day 30! 🙂 Enjoy!

NOTE: I’m sucha forgetful douche sometimes…BIG SHOUTOUT to Jamie Gambell for lending a hand the other night helping me finalize Noriko’s design. Your input was a huge help and most appreciated! THANK YOU!!

#11 – Midnight Swim

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doodlesheep.com

#13 Bioney-Dog

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The Bionic Dogs are a new tech in jobs that humans can’t do – problem being is that tech can’t stop them from licking themselves, sniffing lampposts and chasing after cars……

13 – Kaleb, Mighty Wolven Warrior

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Kaleb, Mighty Wolven Warrior

Playing with some colouring techniques. Still a ways to go, but it’s going well!

#12 – Ragged Roy

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12-RaggedRoy

The BRATPACK have their first villain to contend with! Probably the creepiest character I’ve come up with. Creepiest looking anyways. Not much on the power scale but you don’t have to be loaded with powers to be a nasty evil dude.

# 13 – Brent

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Brent is a five foot walking cactus.  Despite being prickly, he has a warm personality, and is a bit of a practical joker.  His ability to blend into the west Texas landscape is a valuable asset when the Creatures are on the move.

<Creator comments:  Brent is the one character that I had to totally redesign for 30 Days.  A few years after drawing my comic books, I happened to pick up an issue of Legion of Superheroes.  And there he was … my character Brent … in the form of Bouncing Boy!  Although I don’t consciously remember it, I must have seen an issue much earlier, for I even had Brent wearing the same blue and white clothes.>

[In 1974, at the age of 12, I drew a series of “comic books” detailing the adventures of Merrill, a 15-year-old human boy, in the Other Land, an invisible dimension which co-exists with our own.  The characters I am submitting throughout the 30 Days are the inhabitants of the Other Land.]

#13_War Cleric

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"War Cleric"

"War Cleric"

#13- Wicked Annabella

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Rumour has it that Annabella once was a fair maid with a faint interest for the occult. The daughter of a noble gentleman from a long line of royal paupers, whose plan included marrying her to an old, crooked merchant from the city.

Young Annabella gathered all her powers and knowledge with a single purpose: to get the merchant to refuse her. When every hate potion and anti-lust elyxir failed, she desperately took a disfiguring charm on herself.

But even that was of no use, and Annabella was married to the disgusting man, now frustrated, ugly and crooked as he. That’s when she turned him into a frog and ran to the swamps, to live forever as a lonely maiden witch.