Archive for November 20th, 2013
Really the “apprentice” title was unnecessary, since if she was dowsing she was dowsing, and if she was not she was not.
This ghost is all that remains of a man who was convinced that the world had it in for him. By blaming everyone else for his failures, he drove those around him away. A possessive spirit, he wanders the city trying to connect with people in the only way he knows how; by attempting to control them.
In the spring, when the daylight starts to come back, if you wander the Northern shore, you might just come across Jörm. With a seemingly ordinary hammer & chisel, the boy surveys the shoreline in search of stones in which to carve. But Jörm is no ordinary boy. The special runes he carves into these stones give them peculiar properties. Some begin to float. Others can change shape or size. Others become completely immobile, even if the stone in question is just a pebble. Some even take on a life of their own, the only company the boy surrounds himself with.
Stranger still, you can only find Jörm in the spring, & only along the coast. But you can find him there every spring, like clockwork. In fact you could’ve found him there for the past 194 recorded springs. And in all that time, the boy has never aged a day.
Bergrisar is one of Jörm’s creations. Carved out of a huge hunk of an eroded igneous boulder, Bergrisar’s appearance was based off the fierce Frost Giants of legend & acts almost as Jörm’s vanguard, securing his seclusion, floating around & guarding him from intruders. While Jörm is said to be completely mute, Bergrisar is prone to all manner of screaming & shouting, with a feral voice that sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest of warriors. At full volume, his shriek has been known to strip the bark from trees with the force of a gale. Once, Bergrisar took a warhammer to his eye carving, pulverizing it into a rocky fissure. Ever since, a brilliant green moss as creeped from the wound.
Don’t know the meaning of the word “quit.” I’ve got a lot of other things going on & I’m not going to officially post this to my tumblr until I get all that other stuff out the way, catch up, color this, & have a second to breathe. Came from a half an hours’ worth of playing Skyrim. Wanted to do some kind of viking kid that was supernatural. Somehow he became nordic Tetsuo. The sentient boulder came into play later & I realized I probably could flesh a character out of him too. Probably a cop out but whatever. I think he’s pretty well-realized. Sorry I couldn’t color really. Would’ve liked to do green along Bergrisar’s missing eye to show that the scar is actually moss. And I would’ve made the runes glow too.
I’ve been doing roughs & have characters up to day 19. I’m still looking to do as many good characters as I can muster in the 30 days, but like I said, I’ve got something else going on that’s more of a priority I’m afraid.
Not much is known about Decon, only that magic does not work on him. He is constantly being researched.
Part Baboon, part crane and all party animal, Bamtou enjoys grooving it up. Unfortunately, she loves showing off those sweet moves where everything is flammable. The magic of the dance groove welling to come out also produces the flaming hairdo and fiery tail that Bamtou sports. She’s still young and the fire control still needs work, but once she’s matured a bit more she’ll be able to manage a better flaming hair and tail style that says classy with a little bit of spunk. She can’t help it if something catches on fire once in awhile…
A slave to no one, the once and powerful Djinn has begun establishing a new persona for himself. He happened to find the name Conway enjoyable to hear so he decided to name himself Conway. In a move to jump to the opposite extreme of no shirt every day for about forever… Conway has decided that a down feathered yellow jacket would be appropriate and the sleeves roll up when needed. Since acquiring his freedom, Conway has also acquired a fascination with pants. He loves them. He now walks and wears them everywhere. His magical powers afford him the luxury of having people not make fun of him and his unfortunate taste in clothing. Otherwise, he’s still quite powerful without a master to serve.
Rupez, does not like wearing pants. He’s “The Doctor” because no one else can stand to wear the smelly mask and he doesn’t consider himself to be a witch. Fortunately for Rupez, the mask does give him some magical power like creating fire for those long lonely nights. Since he has no actual instruction manual on what magic he can actually produce, he is constantly trying different poses and chants that DO make him appear crazy and sometimes can or won’t produce an actual spell.
Respected businessman and member of the city council….
Retread is a maintenance and repair bot. He fixes all kinds of stuff- pipes, potholes, squeaky door hinges, bracket shelving, vehicles and even other robots. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to get proper maintenance and repair on himself- hence the tape, the dings, and the mis-matched arms.
A gladiator for the Killosseum Pocket-tactics set/accessory I’m working on.
Hummus the Imp is a mischievous fellow. He is always causing trouble and getting into places he doesn’t belong. He is given missions by his mistress but he can be slow to achieve them due to his constant need to cause mischief.
A goblin with a very low center of gravity. Watch your ankles!
an AI created by another AI (will get around to designing her as well) to be her friend. However, Frequency disagreed with her and went into hiding when she threatened to delete him. Although he is rarely seen, he does a lot of work behind the scenes of the ARG to ensure that things don’t go the way his creator wants them to.
Umenii is off a race called the Leaflings, but because of her not being able to follow their traditions, was exiled. The flower she wears on her waist has a black core that tries to hide in the bright, happy colors. It represents her true nature.
When he was but a boy of 4 or 5, young Åsmund stopped growing. Just could not grow another inch. His viking brothers went on to be big and strong… but Åsmund was stuck at his height forever. But that only made him work harder to prove himself as one of the greatest vikings to ever live. Never call him a dwarf, though. Seriously… Never… call… him… a… dwarf!