Tag: Giant

Day 28: Trollwife

| November 28, 2013 | 0 Comments

TrollwifeIn the peat bogs deep within the Ironwood, the trollwives birth monstrous wolves. One day, the greatest of these wolves, Fenrir, will take to the sky and swallow the moon. This is one of the playing pieces for my 3D print-and-play game, Pocket-Tactics, which may be downloaded for free here.

Day 27: Forest Troll

| November 27, 2013 | 0 Comments

Forest TrollAnother character from the Brood of the Ironwood set for my game, Pocket-Tactics. The full set, along with its matched faction (Men of Midgard) is shown below.


Day 25: Raggok Mansplitter

| November 25, 2013 | 0 Comments

RaggokThe final Killosseum entry, a remix on last years Blisterbelch (who also got further treatment here). Below, you can see the fighters and the Killosseum itself, 3D printed in all its glory!


Day 3 – Two Eyed Cyclops

| November 3, 2013 | 2 Comments

day 3 - 2 eyed cyclops FINAL

This idea woke me up in the middle of the night. At first I was just thinking, “Cyclops” in the traditional sense but then the title popped into sharp focus. The extra head idea was too fun to pass up as was the necklace of skulls. I almost did a Jack the Giant Slayer figure with a cow running away but liked the idea of a knight about to get squashed because his faithful steed bolted and ran.

11/17/2012: Blisterbelch, Troll Tyrant

| November 17, 2012 | 0 Comments

NAME: Blisterbelch  SPECIES: Mountain Troll  ORIGIN: Jotunheim

Considered small by Jotun standards, in the mountains of Jotunheim, Blisterbelch was a hermit and a scavenger, living off of the spoils of his greater brethren, mountain goats, or the occasional Midgardian foolish enough to climb the path into the land of the giants. After the Red King crisis, Blisterbelch fled the Techno-Sovereignty, taking refuge in Nexus City. There, he found himself to be a true giant, his tall stature, vast strength and fiery breath causing all in his path to tremble with fear. After several travelers found their way into his belly, Circle Securities apprehended Blisterbelch, banishing him to Dark 22, a secret Circle-Tech sponsored prison colony on a Terran compatible world cast in eternal night. There, Blisterbelch quickly rose to power, the other inmates treating him like a king. Those few who don’t end up in his stomach, their bones littering the floor around his “Throne of Skulls.”

Model designed in Sculptris and TinkerCAD (3d print pending….)


#08: Kristoph Grimalda

| November 16, 2012 | 0 Comments

He’s the gentle (human) giant who takes care of the group.  He’s the main cook while also being the tank.  He has wears a hybrid of leather and branded mail armor.  Most of the scars on his face were due to accidents.

#12 Geoffrey, the Man Sized Cricket Thing

| November 12, 2011 | 0 Comments

Geoffrey the man sized cricket thing.
He enjoys long walks, socialising, footie and a pint down at the pub with the lads.

The love life of a man sized cricket thing is not one to envy, and he has resorted to reading the personal ads to find those who wouldn’t mind sharing their bed with the cold exoskeleon of a stupidly big insect.

Day 5 Giant Nerd

| November 6, 2011 | 0 Comments

#18 Candlesleer

| November 20, 2010 | 0 Comments

Name: Candlesleer
Species: Giant Floating Head (severely mutated human)
Age/Sex/Race: 88/Male/N/A
Main Goal: Make his tribe survive
Occupation: Tribal chieftain of a tribe of floating heads
Motivation: Survival
Inner Need: Respect, success
Flaw: Reactionary, short tempered, blood thirsty
Good/Bad Habits: Leads by example, first to rise, first to rest. Sees all criticism or hesitation as a challenge to his authority.
Skills, Knowledge, Props: Very good memory, knows the migration patterns of animals, good strategist.
Quirks: Inexplicably has four constantly-burning candles growing out of his tentacle-eyeballs. Gets offended whenever somebody asks about them.
Attitude: Jovial
Dialogue Style: Verbose, often repeats whole sentences with slight variation between them. Very loud.
Backstory/Description: In the frozen tundra of the Sacred Lands live a race of floating head people, who call their land Sacred and declare it a sin to touch it, hence they levitate everywhere. Candlesleer was born into one of the several semi-nomadic tribes of floating heads, led by his father, their incompetant and forgetful chieftain. When Candlesleer was barely 25, the age of sexual maturity in his people, his father declared him the new chieftain. Though the other heads were skeptical, at first, Candlesleer won their respect by memorizing the migration patterns of animals and using that knowledge to help his people find food. His tribe has thrived ever since.

Alright, here’s another three from my post apocalyptic campaign. I like this setting; it’s easy to come up with characters for it. However, I’m more than ready to be done with this competition. This is starting to wear me out.

#3 “Crazy” Jim Cox

| November 5, 2010 | 0 Comments

“Crazy” Jim has an outward appearance that one would think typical of his profession. He’s got a large build, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, but a large, round belly. He wears his blond hair long and tied back into a ponytail. He’s typically wearing a beaten flannel shirt without sleeves and a ball cap.

Jim’s pride and joy is Sasha, his ultra-customized semi. He’s customized everything about the truck, from the police scanner in his radio, to the heavy armor plating of his trailer, to the massive, personally customized engine under the hood. Some other modifications include puncture-resistant tires, the electrified skin of the trailer, and a number of traditional chase movie options. Oil slicks, caltrops, smokescreens, things like that.
One other piece of equipment is a high-powered handgun stored in the glove box of his truck, for those situations when things get a little hairy.

“Crazy” Jim is not actually crazy, though there are some to debate that. He enjoys risks and loves the thrill of speed. Of course, he’s rational enough to realize when those things put his current job in danger. He’s quiet and withdrawn, rather businesslike, though if you can get him to start, he’ll tell you the craziest stories you’ve ever heard. Tales of government agencies and experiments, conspiracies and cover-ups.

Jim was born in the south, though he doesn’t really talk much about his childhood. To those who know him, it would seem his life started in the army. The truth is he doesn’t speak of his childhood because he was an orphan. He grew up in a terrible orphanage and as soon as he was old enough, he joined the army. That was where what could be called a ‘life’ started.

He served in the army for ten years, getting very good at his job. He was a transporter, delivering weapons, ammo, supplies, and heavy equipment to the front lines though dangerous territory. He earned a number of awards for skill and bravery in performing his tasks. Eventually, he was recruited from the army into a secretive branch known as the Post Office. That’s what the cover was, at least. They were the ones you called when it absolutely HAD to get there. Maximum security. Top secret. Those two never go together. Since you couldn’t just drive whatever it was in a camouflage convoy or a limo full of black suits and expect it to go unnoticed, they went the other way, hiding the materials in plain sight.

Jim drove for the Post Office for another ten years, a good soldier, transporting whatever was asked of him and asking no questions. But on one long trip, he glimpsed into the back, thinking he heard something loose. What he found was indeed an ‘experimental organism’ like they told him, but they had failed to elaborate that, strapped down in his trailer, was a fifteen-foot-tall woman. And what a woman at that! She was beautiful! He quickly untied her and she told him her story. She was a small-town beauty queen. When she was offered a career in modeling in the big city, she took it. But they took her, instead. Then ensued the usual for this sort of story, experimentation, parents given a tragic accident story, and finally culminated in her being loaded into this truck to be moved to a research station in the desert.

Jim may have been a good soldier, but this offended every one of his sensibilities as a man. He tore the tracker units out of his truck and drove for days, vanishing into the myriad interstates and rest stops, hiding in plain sight. Eventually, once the heat was off, he and Zoe (that was her name) drove into the desert, found a nice, secluded canyon and set up something that resembled a home for the two of them.

Now, Jim drives mercenary, transporting the exotic, the dangerous, the illegal and the important to whoever can pay for it. The Post Office still hunts him, trying to catch his bride and bring Jim in, but he’s ready for them, and he‘s not giving up without a fight.

Jim just wants to live a quiet life in the Canyon with Zoe. But he can’t quit working, he needs to make money to put food on the table and gas in the tank. So, he lives’ the trucker’s life, only able to see his dear wife every few weeks.

Jim’s main fear is that he’ll pull into the canyon someday and he’ll just find Zoe gone. Or, even worse, he’ll lead the Post Office back to the canyon and it’ll be his fault.

Jim’s got a lot of secrets, including his work for the Post Office, the fact that he’s married to a fifteen-foot blond bombshell, the location of the canyon…