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Fred 09: Nabla Nabla

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Nabla does not believe in free will; It’s not that she WANTS to seduce you and eat your guts, it’s that she HAS to.

Fred 08: Roger Swampson

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Roger is an old school movie editor. He is saddened by the disappearance of film in the industry.

MONSIEUR PIRANHA

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2013 Challenge: Day 10- :The MinoBoar

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Half man, half boar…and all furious!

You can watch a timelapse video of me inking and coloring this one here, too.

#09 – Mr. Simms

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Mr. Simms is a bus driver whose vehicle operates inside city limits after dark. Mr. Simms is a hard-working family man. He really doesn’t deserve what the city does to him every night.

Day 9: Cloned Researcher

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Cloned ResearcherPlaying piece for my WIP, 3D print-and-play board game, Demonstar.

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LORD MOREAU

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008 – Atë

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This scooter girl’s actually a goddess of mischief and folly.  She enjoys ruining the day.

She has many sets of piercings.  A pair of dermals on each wrist, a pair of dimple cheek ones, one on the top of her nose and one on the bottom of her lips.  She also has some spike plugs in her ears.  Her jacket has a number of patches and she wears rings, one on each ring and pinkie finger.

#08.) Horse

| November 8, 2013 | 1 Comment

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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.

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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.

#08 – Fading

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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.

Day 8: Shambling Fiend

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

SHELLSHOCK

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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

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#6 – Mama Crane

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

#8 Pandora

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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.

#7 Shaman

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Something a little different since I don’t normally draw men. This one is a shaman that due to cursing opposing tribes and such had his lips sewn shut and was cursed to act as a guide between worlds. Only to be released when the last generation of the tribes had passed.  Shaman

#07 – Eckhart Cayce

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07 - Eckhart Cayce

For every twit that stumbles around in the dark with an infrared camera hoping for indeterminate signs from spooks, there is usually an equally dense person standing off to the side, index and middle finger pushed to their temple, explaining in a solemn voice that the dead resent being filmed. For “Dirk,” that man is Eckhard Cayce, self-proclaimed psychic and seer to the stars. In actual practice, he’s about as psychic as a two-by-four, and one of the most truly obnoxious people you could hope to meet.

A great lover of the sound of his own voice, Eckhard Cayce is, you may have guessed, also working under a pseudonym. Named for two of the most famous psychics, Mr. Cayce is driven by an intense desire to be the smartest man in the room. He’ll be the first to correct any error, no matter how small (“I think you’ll find that is a crocodile, not an alligator. Do try to keep up.”), and the last to admit any fault on his own part. The only reason nobody’s strangled him yet is that his hunger for acknowledgement aligns perfectly with Dirk’s, making them an inseparable and truly annoying pair.

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SUNDER

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Day 7: Skittering Fiend

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Skittering FiendMonster playing piece for my WIP, 3D print-and-play board game, Demonstar.

007 – Nemesis

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This little cheerful gal is not one you would like to get on her bad side.  “Nem”, called by few, loves to change her hair with her many different outfits.

Monster #6 — Hello Cthuhulu

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day 6- Candi the Brownie

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30Characters-6- Brandi Today’s monster girl is Candi the Brownie… She needed a goatee…

#10 #11 Harry Callahan and Clarence Hendrickson

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Detective Harry Callahan and Sergeant Clarence Hendrickson. New Effin’s finest, trying their hardest to maintain order in a small town where things are becoming increasingly disorderly.

While not incompetent at his job, the primary reason behind Detective Callahan’s rank is that police work in the town rarely involved any deduction. Until now.

Sergeant Hendrickson … has a week left until retirement. ’nuff said.

#06 – Mala Almasi

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06 - Mala Almasi

No two people react the same way to stress. For some, an impending deadline is a reason to buckle down and dig in, while for others, it’s a reason to give up. Likewise, the pressure that a city full of the wandering dead exerts affects the humans who still live in it in different ways. For Edwin, the dead are a burden, a stack of paperwork to be slowly ground through. For his dispatcher, however, the dead are an enigma to solve, a series of intriguing riddles that demand untangling.

Mala Almasi is an enthusiastic, inquisitive young lady with a voracious intellect. Though Edwin does a great deal of the footwork in tracking down the families of the dead that stumble into his cab, it’s usually Mala that solves whatever mysteries they bring with them. Though he sometimes bristles at her energetic nature, Mala is usually the one to push Edwin forward when he gets stuck. Though they frequently get on each other’s nerves, they make an effective and efficient team.

SLASHTAG

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Day 6: Separatist Contractor

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Separatist ContractorAnother player piece for my WIP, 3D print-and-play board game, Demonstar. 100_4468

Dread Day 2

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Got no idea on this lady. Just developed from a doodle. 😀

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#05 – Nahual

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05 - Nahual

History is full of stories of wild men. From the Native American Skinwalker to the modern Bigfoot, there seems to be something fundamentally frightening about a person who is more animal than human. When that line becomes blurred, we can no longer be certain if we’re predator or prey.