Archive for November 8th, 2013

#08.) Horse

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Nobody knows what Horse is, but everyone has the same reaction to him- “No sir! I don’t like it!”

#5 Baron Rathbone

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#5 Baron Rathbone

Sometimes, the hunger will subside for a second, offering the Baron a moment of clarity. A brief respite, often long enough to take stock of what’s become of things & then remember back to what things used to be like.

Sometimes, he can think all the way back. Back to when he was among the living. It’s rather hazy, but he remembers the English countryside, a manor he feels was once his, & the sight of a ravishing woman in a Georgian Gown. The memories become far clearer after the bite.

It occurred late one night on a lonely old road deep within the woods. The Baron was on his way back to his manor when suddenly the coach came to an abrupt stop. He readied a flintlock he had stashed under the seat, thinking it was the work of highwaymen. But the gun had no effect on the true assailant, a red-eyed man with fangs & the strength of ten men. When the Baron finally came to, the sun was just moments from rising & the hunger started taking its hold. He staggered the rest of the way.

For centuries, the Baron preyed on humanity like an apex predator culling the herd. The longer his bloodlust, the further removed from them he became. Traveling with the East India Company, on the battlefields of the Somme, stalking the tunnels during the Blitz, the Baron was there. Time passed, but he never aged a day. Eventually a war broke out to end all wars. When the bombs eventually grew quiet. The winter that followed, brought on by the ashen skies, were the halcyon days for the Baron & his ilk. While there might’ve been fewer dining choices now, with less sunlight to hinder them, the vampires declared open season. Mankind was hunted to near extinction. The few that remained seemed to band together in impregnable strongholds & wait out the cold. But the proximity proved to be their ultimate undoing, as they were ravaged by disease. Humans became harder & harder to come by. When desperate & famished enough, the Baron would sometimes partake on whatever other mammals he might stumble across. Perhaps even birds. The Baron can remember his last human victim, a small sickly girl, almost seeming as though she welcomed her fate. He has no way of telling how long ago that was any more. But the daylight he shielded himself from then was yellow.

These days, it’s red & looms massively, pushing ever closer towards the ground the Baron stands upon. The oceans have mostly boiled away & even now, the scorching air grows thin. The landscape is a charred tinder, with less & less evidence of anything ever existing. In the early days after man, the Baron looked back at them almost wistfully. After not caring about them for the better part of a millennium, suddenly he missed them very dearly. And still the hunger persisted. Left with just wild animals, the Baron was forced to switch gears. But eventually, even they ran out, leaving nothing to sate him. Less able to cope with the intense craving, the Baron began to lose control. The once proper, upright Englishman started to sink into the depths of a feral madness. His demeanor & even his appearance (which until that point looked the same as the night he was bit) started to distort into more of a wild beast. And the longer he went without the taste of blood, the less energy he seemed to have, leaving the once proud vampire nothing more than a lethargic imp.

His existence now is a miserable one, spending most of his time buried within a tattered sheet for few miserable square inches of shade, trying not to burst into flame. Feeling like a snail, occasionally he’ll stick a hand or a foot out to into the sun’s rays for the instantaneous burn just to feel something besides the overwhelming hunger. Part of him thinks he should just cast the off the rags & let the sunlight finish it. But the other part of him, even through the bestial rage is much too proud. Still, there’s no telling just how long he’ll last or what he’s even holding out for any more at this point.

While trying to play catch up, I got caught up in details again. I know I know. I stink. The idea for this guy came from vampires having a pretty crappy endgame. I know the lore’s different depending on what you’re looking at, but if you’re immortal as long as you avoid sunlight, what happens if you stick around long enough for the Sun to go red giant? Does the light affect a vampire any differently? Maybe just a slow sizzle instead of a complete spontaneous combustion. But what happens as it keeps looming closer & closer & things heat up? This was tough though because I never told a vampire’s origin story before. I’m not a fan of what I’ve got, but I’ve already dwelled enough.

Wish I could’ve jazzed up his design a bit more but the practicality of the sheet kind of left little of him to go crazy on. And the idea of the sheet is that it’s been baking in the intense sunlight for the last thousand years & almost ready to disintegrate, so I didn’t know how I could really spiffy it up other than making it drab, faded & tore up. The feathers were an impulse decision but thinking about it as I was coloring them, where is he going to find them? They’d probably all be long gone even before the humans. Eh. I overthink things. Whatever. He just looks like a bum though. And really, he should be like millions of years old. So I didn’t push the age & decay enough for sure.

More soon hopefully with the weekend coming up.

#4 The Ninja Squirrel

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Ninja SquirrelYou try and take his nuts.

I wish I hadn’t played around with the background, it’s one of those cases of not knowing when to stop but he was a spot of fun so his purpose was served despite not producing the end result I wanted.


#08 – Fading

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08 - Fading

A young girl swept out of her bed by the flood. Like many of the dead, she is completely unaware of what has happened to her. She is destined to slowly fade away, as the only people who visit her now abandoned apartment building are a pair of idiot ghost hunters. More interested in money and notoriety than in actual evidence of the dead, they simply didn’t notice her amongst the blurred rats and misunderstood camera artifacts that their show thrives on.

Challenger- Defeated

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Well I’m ashamed to say that I will have ot back out after only six days.  Work is just kicking my butt way too much and I am not liking the lack of quality my characters were having.  Day Seven was going to be a cute yeti girl, b ut as I came up with my concept at work, I realized I didn’t want to rush her, and that the amount of time I wanted to spend on here was more than I could allow due to work and the one a day dead line.


Until next year! Good luck to the rest of you!

Day 8: Shambling Fiend

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Shambling FiendA playing piece for my WIP, 3d print-and-play board game, Demonstar.

Day 8: Kick Starter

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No #08 Ruben Kaae

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No #08 Ruben Kaae

Headache – Day 4

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Doesn’t it just look like this dude is having a horrible headache? And that if he was around he would be giving you one too? LOL



#6 – Mama Crane

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The Stork brings them, The Goose nurses them, and The Crane takes them away.

Day 8: Wucha

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Wucha is the perfect secretary for she’s got an uncanny ability to remember any sort of data easily.
Many people have Wucha as a secretary, so it seems like there might be more than one Wucha.

Nobody has ever seen two Wucha in the same room at the same time though.


Likes: Harmless Gossip
Dislikes: Breaches of contract

flying superhero prototype

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Lennor Botos

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Character 8 Lennor Botos

08: Frank, Heavy Lifter

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Joyce Ann Martin - 08: Heavy Lifter

His resume simply reads, “I lift things.”

#8 Mr Sasquatch

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A failed TV reality TV star, he would do anything to get himself into the news again….

#9 Salty Fire Captain

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#8 Metro Pirate

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Leftover from inks I did yesterday. Not real excited about it. Lazy, sloppy and blond hair two days in a row. Also, taking the cheap way out by drawing caricature head shots instead of characters in a pose. The original drawings are small though… 4.5” x 8.5” on a bunch of leftover scraps of resume paper I kept from like 10 years ago. I’m all excuses.

Day 5 – 02

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Dat 5 - 02

I swear, on my next day off, I’m going to get caught up on these! I’m what, four days behind now?

Anyway, this is 02, a legendary pro gamer who is a complete mystery. The only thing known about them is that they can play two instances of the same game at once, and they are not affiliated with any particular team, unlike Fuse from Day 2.

Like many of my previous entries, this character is a humanized version of one of my personal gadgets- this one is my 3DS.

#8 Seymort

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#1 Mark The Shark

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martk the shark



Background: He is Mark The Shark and he is a member of the Razor Claws -team. They play seabed soccer in the Ocean cup. Their team current rank is 5th.

I didn’t plan anything at all before I started to draw this. And it’s obvious.

2013 Challenge: Day 8- HSSLSHK

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Or just “Slick” to his friends.

Day 07: Adam

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Adam is a military brat, he’s a mechanic for the army. He’s been a slacker most his life, but he has a knack for machines and drinking loads of alcohol.

#07.) Mergla

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30characters7 Mergla is a creature made by a powerful mage. It’s only purpose is to protect said mage’s treasure, even after the mage’s death. The mage’s treasure contains powerful magical artifacts, too dangerous for just anyone to use. It is said that only those who can pass Mergla’s tests of power will be able to wield the artifacts.

Wu 06: The Glasses

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The Glasses

The glasses are the most important in characterization. When something needs readjusting or someone needs to be more intelligent – glasses to the rescue! Sometimes glasses can even define a complete character – making others assume they are actually just the glasses.

#07 – Shroomz

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In an enchanted forest lurk a species of evil mushrooms.  They are not really anything more than a bunch of ankle-biters.

#02 and 03, Officer Chris with Nelson

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Eager young Animal Control Officer Chris and his justice-loving German Shepherd, Nelson. They find themselves called to Brookline Road on a very regular basis,  invariably involving

02 and 03 Chris and Nelson

#8 Pandora

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#7 Party King

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Here’s the Party King, a rival of on of my past characters, the Secret King.  As she deals with harder drugs, the Party King dishes out medically induced fun at reasonable prices.  If you don’t think they’re reasonable, maybe you’re in the wrong neighborhood.

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#8 Tickink Crustacean

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The coastal village presents an annual offering of food and gold to the God of the Ocean. The offering is to the keep ocean calm and filled with fish to feed the village. Lest the God of the Ocean be displeased and sends his creature to punish the villagers way of life. The creature’s body is encased in a hard outer shell covered in spines all over and it has four large tentacles that are used to squeeze or grip anything while the four smaller tentacles grip the poor soul or delicious creatures of the ocean to push it into the gaping hole filled with razor sharp teeth that is its mouth. The Tickink is a red orange color which makes it easily identifiable in the dark water it creates by shooting spurts of ink to cloud its current position. It is about 50 meters wide with the large tentacles stretching another 75 meters with a 5 meter circumference from the tip and expanding to a 12 meter circumference at the widest point.  This creature easily ruins any fisherman’s day and the annual tributes are not forgotten so easily anymore.