Tag: horror

dark one

| November 28, 2013 | 0 Comments


Day 14: Rebel Captain

| November 14, 2013 | 2 Comments

Rebel CaptainBack to the Demonstar pieces. This guy is one of 6 player pieces for my WIP, 3D print-and-play board game. The pixel-art below is by my insanely talented brother, Cameron Croft.


Day 8: Shambling Fiend

| November 8, 2013 | 0 Comments

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


| November 7, 2013 | 1 Comment


Day 7: Skittering Fiend

| November 7, 2013 | 2 Comments

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

skull model

| November 3, 2013 | 3 Comments


11/30/2012: Malithraxus, Void Dragon

| November 30, 2012 | 0 Comments

NAME: Malithraxus  SPECIES: Dragon (Observer-Spawn) ORIGIN: ???

Spawned in the cosmic winds and seeded with an intelligence from beyond the Bulk, the cosmic dragon, Malithraxus was born to raze the pillars of reality and birth new life into its smoldering foundation. A being of pure magic, it soars aloft on vast, membranous wings, dripping with the scintillating colors of creation. Its claws and fangs rend through flesh and starship hulls with equal ease, casting those within screaming silently into the void. Its breath is the fire of chaos, giving new form to all that it touches. It is the harbinger of violent change. It has hears the voices of Nexus City, crying for a savior to release them from their prisons of biological and mechanical conformity.

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


Day Seventeen: the chick from the Cutting Crew

| November 29, 2012 | 0 Comments


Day 17: Shlaarg the Tunnelway Terror

| November 18, 2012 | 0 Comments


Day Eight: Rum-Ram Bloodstold

| November 12, 2012 | 0 Comments

Tired old man, tired old Bloodstold, in his throne of imitation leather and sipping a glass of tonic and lemon because he’s all out of gin. His runes are all cast, his deceitfully youthful body ached more and more as the nights when he can get a rise out of his magiks became increasingly few and depressingly mundane.  Rum-Ram Bloodstold, the last of his kind in this world to not have given up and departed for the old soul’s dimension, took another sip of his tart drink and fondled thoughts of when the tarts he had at night weren’t just the liquid or pastry variety.
One more sip, Rum-Ram decided, one more sip and then a slip — into sober sleep.

Day Six: Amorveous (Amy)

| November 9, 2012 | 0 Comments

Two minutes, that was quick, indeed — a new record. Where once piping hot pudding and melting mountains of ice cream slouched were now faint streaks of creamy, crumbly, residue of dessert and regret. Amy finished polishing the bowl with her tongue — don’t ask where the mouth is — until the, now cool, ceramic surface tasted more of object and less of desire.
This jaunt into flavour country would mean a lot of mirror-gazing but damn, the descent into self doubt was tasty.

#7 Bodil Lockhart.

| November 7, 2012 | 0 Comments

At the tender age of six Bodil Lockhart witnessed the murder of both her parents. They had not exactly been pillars of the community but they had loved Bodil more than anything. Her father, Danny was a small time player in the mob, a thug, a bodyguard but a loving dad. Her mother, Danny’s childhood sweetheart, loved him despite what everyone said about him.

Times were tough and Danny had been skimming some cash from his boss, Carver, who quickly found out. Carver was a small fish in a big pond, and so he wanted to make an example out of Danny, make a name for himself. He hired the best hitman around, the man only spoken about in whispers.

He hired Wolf Down.

On a warm autumn evening when everyone was asleep, Wolf Down broke in to the Lockhart home. Bodil woke up to hear the last cry of her mother. She snuck from her bed and crept towards her parents’ room; the door was ajar and the carpet was covered in blood. As she looked into the room, the large red eyes of a skeleton thin, albino white man in a suit met hers. His blood smeared mouth curled into a smile as he tilted his head to one side. He spoke to her once.

“I was only paid to kill two. And I am full now.”

That was all Bodil remembered of the man she later learnt to be Wolf Down. The police had never found him, or her parent’s bodies, and the case had gone cold years ago. Bodil hadn’t given up, just grown up. She spent the next twelve years of her life tracking this hitman. She learnt self-defense mixed martial arts, she learnt to fence and shoot. She trained for revenge.

During this time, Boss Carver had risen through the mob ranks and was now running the town. Word on the street said that Wolf Down was Carver’s right hand man, never seen with him publically but always taking care of the dirty work. Bodil decided she needed to become that dirty work. Causing trouble for Carver in any way that she could soon meant that she was the top of Wolf Down’s list.

He broke into her home like he had her parents’ – but this time, she was waiting for him. The gaunt white figure entered her room. Bodil shot him clear in the chest, clear through the heart. Wolf Down screamed as his face twisted and distorted. His eyes bulged and turned red as his jaw unlatched and dropped, his mouth growing and ripping, opening like a Venus fly trap.

He crumpled to the floor as a sickening screeching sound escaped his lips, accompanied by a cloud of billowing black smoke. His face turned human again.

Bodil approached him. His eyes looked sad now; all the red had drained from them. He opened his mouth and spoke.

“Pishacha. Run child!”

His warning was far too late. The black smoke poured over Bodil, into her mouth, ears and nostrils. The evil, demonic spirit of the Pishacha had a new host now. It had Bodil. The Pishacha needed human flesh and organs to survive, and Bodil needed to finish what she had started. She needed to kill Carver.

It was time to eat.


Specter of Malice

| November 7, 2012 | 2 Comments


.There is an old saying passed between hushed lips that only the blackest souls of the deceased never cross over, because the very sins they committed while they still draw breathe in the mortal world, bind them  as an obstruction to the salvation they crave.

Wraiths of these lost souls – sinners of the greatest evil in their life, reside in the darkest of crypts, where they prey on the souls of the recent dead, and sometimes even those of a wandering traveller. As eons pass, these apparations grow more attuned to the realm of mortals, and their forms evolve in deadlier manners to fit their vile and wicked obsessions.

The Specter of Malice, is one such phenomenon. A grostesque manifestation of the wicked atrocities these beings commited in their life and afterlife, its sole purpose is to wrought eternal terror and despair onto any being- living or dead.

“Let us feast on your  flesh, your sins and your soul, And be reborn as part of us”.


| November 5, 2012 | 0 Comments

#1 Anthony

| November 1, 2012 | 0 Comments

"Oh, what a nice day haha"


So let’s see haha, Since yesterday was Halloween, might as well roll with the inspiration :>

Anthony’s a bright young man who goes to college and works in a coffee shop. He enjoys reading and getting new glasses every month. Other than being a walking skeleton, he “lives” a pretty normal life. Who knows how well it’ll go for Anthony?


30 Characters 2011 Raul Aguirre Jr.

| November 30, 2011 | 0 Comments


Below is a gallery containing all 30 of my  creations for the 30 Character Challenge.















# 18 : Captain Tobias ” Toby” MacArthur

| November 29, 2011 | 0 Comments

The overseer of Team Zeus, Captain Tobias “Toby” MacArthur.

Before he was commander of Team Zeus, Tobias MacArthur served in the Navy for several years before his first encounter with the paranormal. It occurred while his ship was on port in Morroco, where several of his crew were seduced, driven mad, and killed by the female djinn, Aisha Qandisha. Tobias confronted her after she claimed her latest victim, yet she too, made Tobias the recipient of an oncoming storm of demonic and spiritual entities, until agents from the Loman Organization warded her away and saved Tobias from having his mind broken.The experience resulted in Tobias from being discharged from the Navy due to mental issues, yet “Captain Toby” was determined to prove that he was not mad. Tobias actively sought out the existence of the “Lo-Men” and eventually met with the enigmatic Arthur Loman,

From there, Captain Tobias MacArthur was hired into the Loman Organization as a Field Officer and encountered even more supernatural and preternatural phenomena, including the capture and enrollment of Walter Ramsey. Eventually, Tobias was promoted to the rank of Ship Captain and is one of the first Aerial Captains to command an airship. His ship, The Abraxis, is the Loman Organization’s main mobile command center, and as such, is the first response to any and all threats or conflicts within the supernatural community. This responsibility is one Tobias bears greatly, and the lives of each and everyone of his crew affects him as Tobias never forgot what Aish Qandisha did to his crew mates, and that memory is what propels him to command his crew and bear their pains upon his own.

Abilities: Tobias uses the combined knowledge from both is time in the Navy and in Loman to command his crew and maintain order in his ship. As such, Tobias does not often engage in field operations, unless as a delegate or emissary with the various races and entities that the Loman Organization deals with.

Even so, Tobias still maintains his military exercise regiment and weapons training so that he is still fit and disciplined, even in his old age.

Tobias is a respected and capable commanding officer, as he is able to effortlessly issue commands to his field agents, discuss a pan-dimensional treaty, and conduct a guest lecture without feeling overwhelmed or overburdened with his responsibilities.

Creation: The commanding officer idea was easy, the name was the most imaginative part, as his name comes from a female friends father, who owns his ship and we call him “Captain Toby”.

Day 28 – The Wood Reeves

| November 28, 2011 | 0 Comments

Rielle the Wood Reeve



Day 25 – Rusty Jones

| November 25, 2011 | 0 Comments

Rusty Jones, gamer extraordinaire


Day 24 – Roland

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Day 23 – Kung Fu Shoot-em-up

| November 23, 2011 | 0 Comments

Kung Fu Shoot-em-up

Day 20 – Fetch

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Day 18 – The Sentinel

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments


Day 17 – Chilbilly

| November 17, 2011 | 1 Comment

Chillbilly - one evil snowman!


#1 Bikini-Bat

| November 15, 2011 | 0 Comments

RRrrrOOWR-SQUEAK! No one escapes the BIKINI-BAT!

My first character was inspired by the passing Halloween season and my girlfriend’s hot bodacious rack. Bikini-Bat is my funky fusion of Gidget/surfer early-60’s teen fun meets Horror and Halloween.

BIKINI-BAT ©2011 Gregory C Giordano


#10 – Iron Smasher

| November 14, 2011 | 1 Comment

Here’s One For All The Ladies!

#8 – The Predators!

| November 12, 2011 | 0 Comments

The Predators


#7 – Bad Baby!

| November 12, 2011 | 0 Comments
Bad Baby



#6 – Lucifer Morningstar, the Ãœbermensch

| November 12, 2011 | 0 Comments
"Behold, I teach you the Superman: he is that lightning, he is that frenzy!" -- Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"

“Behold, I teach you the Superman: he is that lightning, he is that frenzy!” — Friedrich Nietzsche, “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”

Lucifer Morningstar, the Übermensch

#5 Oregos

| November 9, 2011 | 0 Comments

Some little fantastic creatures that have the power to influence souls. This is just a little idea might develop it and draw more of Oregos. The top one here would be a healing orego, and the one under a  killing/suicide orego… can’t think of any names for the moment XD


Day 7: The Queen

| November 7, 2011 | 0 Comments

Again, i will try to upload art at another time.

When she was crowned the Queen, she was young and lively. Though she married, she could not give birth. She was still upheld throughout the kingdom as the wonderful queen.
Her people loved her dearly.

Time passed and the King perished due to old age but the Queen continued to rule and her Kingdom remained happy.

Some whispered and wondered what would happen when the Queen perished.

The Queen grew old and still she reigned.
In time the Queen could no longer walk about her people as she once did.
The light grew dim in her eyes and her body withered.

Gradually the people saw less and less of their beloved Queen but still she reigned.
Orders came forth, words of wisdom and hope. Words of love for her subjects.

Decades later the people still live under their Queen who seems more legend now than reality. Still orders come forth. Words of wisdom and hope.

Words of love for her loyal and faithful subjects.