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Day 6: Houndmaster Torstein

| November 6, 2013 | 2 Comments


Day 2: Sandor & Mikah

| November 3, 2013 | 0 Comments


Day 1: Pimbrouke

| November 3, 2013 | 2 Comments


Returning Challenger — Robin White

| October 30, 2013 | 0 Comments

Hi everyone! My name is Robin and I’m a Canadian living in Japan who does a webcomic called Doodze — A Tiny Epic. It’s a cartoony fantasy comic that I like to describe as a cross between Smurfs and Lord of the Rings.  I took part in the 2011 30 Characters challenge, completed it (Yay!) and had a great time… though I don’t think I’ve used any of the new characters I created… yet.

Last year I skipped 30 Characters, but this year, in spite of having enough stuff on my plate, I’ve decided to join the fun again. I just can’t help myself…

This year I’ve chosen a theme: Monsters! I’ll leave you with a couple of samples of my work, one that’s a quick sketch and one that’s inked and coloured:



Tune in tomorrow as I begin  30 Characters in 30 Days 30 Monsters in 30 Days!


Robin (www.doodze.com / @doodze on Twitter)

Neil Segura_30 Characters

| November 30, 2012 | 0 Comments

Day Eighteen: Goblin’ Boy

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#29 The Black Raspberry

| November 29, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Black Raspberry


Day Seventeen: the chick from the Cutting Crew

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Day Sixteen: Wormoid.

| November 29, 2012 | 0 Comments

He can be kind of a dick.

#28 The Corned Beef

| November 28, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Corned Beef


#27 The Buffalo Wing

| November 27, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Buffalo Wing


#26 The Shaved Ham

| November 26, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Shaved Ham


#25 The Tripod

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The Tripod


#24 The Kickstand Girl

| November 24, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Kickstand Girl

#23 The Black Angus

| November 23, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Black Angus


| November 23, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Ladyboy

Day Fifteen: Vid-helm

| November 23, 2012 | 0 Comments

Just because a girl still lives on tape doesn’t mean she’s a damned hipster, just, archaic.

#21 The Zesty Cucumber

| November 21, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Zesty Cucumber

Day Fourteen: Scientist Bigfoot P.H.D

| November 21, 2012 | 0 Comments

What more could you want?

Day Thirteen: Mr. Spilts.

| November 21, 2012 | 0 Comments

His mind is grateful for the distraction the fall affords it.
His knees are going to hate him.

#20 The Black Bean and Rice

| November 20, 2012 | 0 Comments

#19-The Black Olive

| November 19, 2012 | 2 Comments

The Black Olive

#18 The Texas Tornado

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Day Twelve: Your Man

| November 17, 2012 | 0 Comments

Here comes the man you’ve been waiting for.

#17 The Beaumont Bandit

| November 17, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Beaumont Bandit

#16 The Little Green Men

| November 16, 2012 | 0 Comments

The Little Green Men

Day Eleven: Ardent Way

| November 15, 2012 | 0 Comments

It had all lead to this, she’d put in a hell of a lot of effort to get this far, the odds had been far out of her favor and yet she had triumphed. A cup of coffee, altogether too hot and sweet, was hers. Triumph.
The darting eyes of waiters under thick black hair and too much pressure from the obnoxious American canoe competition team on table four had not looked her way, the steaming pots of cheap coffee and weak tea poured by without ever diverting in their path to her table but still she had triumphed over the odds. With a cunning combination of feminine charm and obstinate determination that comes from paying a ludicrous fee for the breakfast buffet she had broken through the ranks of waiting staff to her goal: the coffee. Kind of a shame that it tasted so awful.


| November 15, 2012 | 0 Comments

Sputnik The Space Monkey

Day Ten: Mystic Oats

| November 15, 2012 | 0 Comments

A hairy hipster with magic in his hips and cosmic weight on his shoulders, blessed with phantasmagorical finger powers and cursed with sweaty socks — unwashed for going on three days now.

Day Nine: Space Piratex

| November 13, 2012 | 0 Comments


Space, that was the dream. Space — the place children (our future) all across her country had lived for, before they discovered reality TV in their teen years, the place though which ufological wonks of all ages had wanted to drift.
The actual place was less majestic than the men and women of science-based television programing had promised and closer to an afternoon floating with the refuse of a billion people in the waves of a Lama Island beach in a waning Summer.
The Space Piratex probe didn’t mind, for a start she’d never been to any of Lama Island’s waste-disposal beaches and so was unable to see the sad similarity. No, an enterprising class of public school over-achievers hadn’t built her to despair at the state of the space, Space Piratex had been built to win that class the finals of the “Sweep It Under the Rug: Environmental Solutions” competition. Her directives were clear: clean, clean that cosmos up long enough to get her masters a photo in three of their local papers. It was a task she probably could have completed too, if it weren’t for those attention lacking kids and their rudimentary android building skill sets.

#11-The-Flying Burrito

| November 12, 2012 | 0 Comments
The Flying Burrito

The Flying Burrito – no need to say more.