Archive for November 7th, 2011

Irene Saltatio

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A woman in a long flapper dress; it has a wide tie around the lower hips. She is also wearing a beaded hat, and holding a cigarette holder.

I’m making an adaptation of The 12 Dancing Princesses that takes place in 1927, where the daughters sneak off every night to a speakeasy.

Irene is the oldest of the 12 daughters.

#5- Skin

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A con artist with the ability to look like anyone she chooses. The only catch is that the transformation requires weeks to take shape as she must remove her skin in order for the “look” to “cook”. The process also requires a blood sample of the target that she must rub into her skin after it’s removed. The more blood she takes, the better she’s able to be the target doppelganger.

 

 

 

#7-The Prick-20 years later

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Ten years into the Prick’s career, the first meta-human appeared and it just so happened to be Jet Disco. Having never dealt with this threat before, he is soundly defeated and almost killed until his friend, former DA and new Mayor Ron Priest sends in a new elite police force that take down Disco and manage to contain him. Prick is unsettled by the sudden appearance of both Disco’s powers and a force powerful enough to counter it. The vigilante trusts his friend, but is suddenly suspicious, and disappears. The following year, he is publicly chased through the streets by the Mayor’s police. While not much is known about the outcome, he was released, at which point he disappeared and it was assumed he retired.

In the past five years he seems to have come back…though different. No longer is he in peak physical condition, in fact he seems to be drunk most of the time he’s patrolling the slums (or the closest things to slums since Mayor Priest’s apparent take over of the city.) Despite his drunken outbursts and other annoyances, the Mayor and his forces let him be, as he still only attacks the scum of the slums. They keep a close eye on him though, with a unit devoted specifically to cleaning up his messes.

Back to The Prick’s universe, in a way. I have never been sure what angle to take this story from, though I’ve always leaned towards this one. Anyways, going to link to the rest of these characters in case people get curious.

http://www.30characters.com/2011/11/05/5-jet-disco/

http://www.30characters.com/2011/11/04/4-the-prick/

http://www.30characters.com/2011/11/03/3-the-pusherman/

#4-Intergnatz

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By day a detective a part of the Police Special Internet Crimes Unit. By night, he practices the techniques the legal system won’t allow to capture criminals who take advantage of people’s lives on computers and worse. And as Intergnatz, he has the ability to embody data and follow hackers anywhere they log in

#7 – Elizabeth

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#3- Doctor Vibro

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Doctor Claudio Vilmer was a determined vibrologist who invented a procedure that uses vibrations as medicine that is used to rehabilitate spinal injuries and was on the verge of curing his daughter from debilitating injuries suffered from birth when a rival doctor stole all traces of Dr Vilmer’s work and crushing any hopes of his daughters living a normal life due to not returning to the delicate process making his daughter worse than before.
Doctor Vilmer, set on a path of vengeance, creates weaponized vibronic technology and he means to use it on the pharmaceutical corporation the rival doctor represents in the new personage- Doctor Vibro.

G. Brett Williams # 7 – The Black Synonym

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Here’s a quick departure.  The story behind this is pretty funny, actually.  When trying to come up with an appropriately dark and mysterious name for Caliginous without using something that had previously been used in comics (eventually I gave up and went with Caliginous), I found that almost all synonyms for the words “black” and “darkness” have been used to name comic book characters.  I posted my frustration over this to my Facebook wall and sparked a hilarious discussion with friends wherein they kept suggesting things and I kept informing them that I’d already exhausted their suggested options.  In response to this, my friend made a comment about the vocabulary avenger, The Black Synonym.  The Black Synonym gave birth to other characters such as Antonym Ray and Thaddeus T. Saurus, the dinosaur linguist.

I’m really not sure what to say about the Black Synonym.  I envision him being right at home in a superhero lampoon such as The Tick.  A sort of jovial Batman analogue who gets fed up with the complete lack of spooky things to call himself with out infringing copywright and decides to refer to himself as The Black Synonym.  He is joined by a crusading bunch of word enthusiasts who take to the streets in an attempt to stamp out the poor education that leads so many to a life of crime.  The Black Synonym is of course annoyed by this, as his name is meant to be a joke, not a linguistic call to arms.  Nevertheless, he fights crime alongside the tenured professor of English and anthropology at the local university, who happens to be a half man/half dinosaur, Thaddeus T. Saurus and the scientist and entomologist Ray Antz, who through a freak accident of Kafka-like proportions is transformed into the educationally crusading ant scientist, Antonym Ray.  Antonym Ray has a raygun that turns people into their exact opposite for a few hours, the effects of which can be quite hilarious.

#7: Spike

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Once a gremlin living under the bed of a young girl, Spike renounced his ways and instead works to guard the children of the world against various boogie-men and monsters.

#7 Admiral Murder

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Death becomes youJust because the Soviet Union fell, doesn’t mean there aren’t a few Super-Soviet Cosmonaut/Assassin hybrids floating around our outer atmosphere waiting patiently to enact their revenge on the Capitalistic Dogs who robbed Mother Russia of all her beauty and glory…

Emil Lenin Khrakov Jr. code name: Admiral Murder has this to say, “Your choices are simple America: Government Cheese, or a hole in your fat cat bellies!”

 

#6 Doctor Gene Hu

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Doctor Gene Hu

#6 Doctor Gene Hu (science fiction): Doctor Hu is apart of my Foxfire One series (see posts #4 & 5). The Good Doctor is the civilian medical and science officer aboard the starship Foxfire One. He is the third member of a crew of  three, with Captain Jason Templar (post #4) and Ship’s Engineer Lis’a Roan (post #5). Doctor Hu is a causal, congenial man who makes life aboard Foxfire One fun. A favorite activity is the quiet time between missions when the crew can kick back, have some ice cream, and swap stories. The Doctor keeps himself occupied with a variety of hobbies:  from space exploration to mythology, martial arts to video games. In fact, he is a big fan of the old British television series “Doctor Who” and loves making references to the simularity between his name and the series’ lead character –“Would you like a jellybaby?” Also, his cabin aboard ship has a handprinted sign stating the cabin is the entrance to a TARDIS.

Doctor Hu was a fun character to create. If Jason Templar is the workaday “let’s get things done” part of my mind, then Doctor Hu is the part of my mind that is is into hobbies, kung fu, fudge brownies, and other things fannish (whether we’re talking science fiction, fantasy, comics, anime, or whatever). And I couldn’t resist sticking a Doctor Who reference into the series, it would be just too much fun tripping through space with the Good Doctor. 🙂 As for his appearance, since I practiced Kung Fu in my younger days, I also realized that the other best person I would like to be stuck on a starship with (besides my wife, who was the model for Lis’a Roan) was Jackie Chan – or, at least, the film persona Chan like to project throughout his movies. Thus, Doctor Hu has a familar looking face.

Enjoy.

#7 The Makeshift One

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A worn automaton for use by disembodied intelligences. The core of the creature is ancient, yet thanks to occasional repairs functions almost like new. Some of it’s stock components date back several thousand years, demonstrating an impeccable craftsmanship and maintain. It’s original outer plating long disintegrated by exposure to the elements, the machine has had newer, less robust carbon laminates grafted onto it’s chassis. The automaton’s most recent occupant has installed some unusual instruments onto the original head, a suite of metal sensors requiring no electrical input. With the growing scarcity on the archipelago, this kind of system may soon see more widespread adoption.

 

I thought orange would be a nice change. Also done with pencil, for a change. Story is a coagulation of a bunch of things floating around in my head, bumping together in microgravity.

Character 08 – Raye

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Raye – a character I created during my animation lecture! She’s a part of a universe that I’m working on at the moment for a game I will one day make, and I like how she came out (especially the shoes)

She started out like a sort of steampunk superhero? Not sure if I got the vibe, she look more like a bandit or something with that mask XD

#9 – Glaistig warrior

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A Glaistig maiden, caught unawares- a rare sight indeed.

Day 7: The Queen

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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.

G. Brett Williams #6 – Caliginous

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Caliginous is the shadowy leader of the rebellion forces that rise up in opposition of Cyclone and his regime in the years after the Faceless War. While very little is known about Caliginous, even among his own followers, the truth is he is was a masked hero operating in the years before the Faceless War. Choosing to conceal himself and to work from the shadows, Caliginous, as he prefers to be called, was referred to by many different names; The Eclipse, The Twilight King, Springheel Jack, Tenebrous, and others.

Caliginous operated in the five boroughs of New York City. He rarely made his presence known and was never one for the “team-ups” popularized by many Evo heroes in the years before the Faceless War. Caliginous was concerned with helping the helpless, defending the underprivileged, and he didn’t care for the notoriety that accompanied that for most Evos.

When the United States began registering known Evos and pressured the UN security council to institute the practice in every major country, Caliginous went completely off the radar. Despite pleas for his return from many of the poorer neighborhoods of New York, Caliginous never operated in the city again. He was gone, completely off the grid.

Caliginous saw the forced registration of all Evos as the first step toward a civil rights crisis that couldn’t possibly be controlled, a crisis he expected to spill over and annihilate the fabric of government throughout the world. At that time, he went into hiding and set himself up as a rebel leader of sorts, organizing various Evos who wanted to escape registration and helping them to avoid discovery by international forces. What he didn’t plan for was the Faceless invasion.

Recognizing the Faceless as a dominant threat to all life on Earth, Caliginous organized his Evos throughout the world and did his best to fight the invasion. Seeing that he and his people were genuinely outmatched, he counseled those who followed him to join forces with Cyclone and his resistance where they could and to go back into hiding if they couldn’t. Then he fell silent again, falling out of radio contact with his whole network. But he didn’t completely disappear. In fact, quite the opposite.

Caliginous is the most powerful Evo on the whole planet, and the only Evo who developed the abilities which he possessed. Caliginous was able to shapeshift into any humanoid with whom he came into contact. His ability, essentially, copied the DNA code of the person he was impersonating and laid it over his own. Therefore, when Caliginous copied another Evo, he copied that Evo’s power as well. He spent the Faceless War operating under various codenames of his own design, moving in and out of various pockets of the resistance and doing what he could to aid Cyclone’s forces without ever revealing his identity or coming into direct contact with Cyclone.

After the war, Caliginous reached out again to his network of allies, wanting to let them know that he was alive and that he would aid in the rebuilding process as best he could. Over the years, as Cyclone’s reach and power grew out of control, Caliginous amped up his recruitment of Evos. He saw Cyclone as particularly dangerous and was very uncomfortable with his continued use of the Dragon Soldiers in militaristic roles. When Cyclone re-implemented the policy of Evo registration, Caliginous saw it for what it really was; a way to find and weed out psychics, the Evos Cyclone perceived as such a great threat. As registration increased and the disappearance of pyshcically gifted Evos increased, Calignious began rallying many Evos to his banner.

In the current timeline, Caliginous has a vast network of Evos working for him, though he only appears in person to a very select few of them. He even has people inside of some of Cyclone’s closest circles, which allows him to rescue many of the psychics Cyclone has targeted for elimination. While he has no way of locating Calignious, the whispers that he is the one behind this organized opposition reach Cyclone’s ears and his inability to capture Caliginous dogs the ruler.

While he is content for the time being to rescue the Evos Cyclone has targeted and give them safe haven in some of his many holdings, he nevertheless recognizes Cyclone as a threat that must be eliminated and slowly develops a plan with which to remove him from power.

Caliginous travels constantly, though his main base of power is located in Siberia, where he operates under the silent protection of Mars and the Red Hand.

#7 Matías Adams

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MA: Hello, officer. Man, you missed one hell of a game last night. The Flyers got their asses kicked by the Leafs. Can you believe it? Leafs in the Stanley Cup finals. December 12th went by and the world didn’t end then. It’s probably not a sign of the Apocalypse or Ragnarök, either.

MA: Oh? You thought I didn’t understand English? ‘Course I know English. You got a folder on me. Thick one, too. Colour me impressed, Señor Carling, you got me. That’s the last time I do that, by the way. Just look up my education. Better yet, ask your daughter what I was like in high school. She’ll remember me.

MA: Nah. I never ‘had designs’ on your ‘little girl’. Are we in the sixties or shit? Mom raised me right: never kiss a girl if you don’t think you can be with her forever and there’s no way I can be with a cop’s daughter ever.

MA: Couldn’t say why you brought me in. I don’t have any Vulcan mind tricks. Get your facts straight: this is reality. Shit like that doesn’t happen.

MA: Would you like me to stop cursing and talk with bad grammar to fit into your image of a stereotypical Mexican, which I’m not? You can go **** yourself and your pappy, too.

MA: Yeah, turn off that recording device and camera. Do you want to go behind the fake mirror and tell your partner to go get some coffee? I can wait. I got all day now, thanks to you. Hey, that’s a good idea. I want mine with cream and five sugars.

MA: So what would you like to know? Gang affiliations? Drug trafficking? Any crime you think I might have done because my skin is darker than your peaches-and-cream?

MA: What? That’s it? Where I was a week ago yesterday? Christ on a ****ing stick. There was a game last week! Sens versus Bruins. Boston won, two-one overtime. A real shame. It would have been great if Ottawa made it to the finals.

MA: Yeah I can ****ing prove it. I got credit card receipts. I was at Mikey’s on Third and Gordon. Jimmy was bartending that night. Just ask him.

MA: Did you even ask him? Ask Susan then. She works every night there. Knows just what I like. Bombay gin and tonic. She never lets me drink more than I can handleaaarrrghowshitwhatthehell

MA: What the **** wasss that? Oh ssshit. You got me, officccer. Cat’ssss out of the bag. Do you like it? I wasssn’t fond of the ssscalesss at firsst, but they’ve grown on me. I got rainbow wingsss too, just under my shirt. The Pride parade isss next week. Think I’ll be out to go to it?

MA: I bet you want to know: did I kill that girl last week? Kitty Barton. Uptown girl, blue eyesss, brown hair. Eighteen. Her folksss funded sssome important ssshinding in March ssso that’sss why you care, isssn’t it?

MA: You’re resssearch isss lacking. Do you know who Quetzalcoatl is? Nah, ‘courssse not. He’sss just another one of thossse heathen godsss to you. Well, the Internet won’t tell you ssshit about him.

MA: He didn’t kill that girl, and neither did I. We know what did, though.

MA: Bingo. It wasssn’t human and–oh ****. One minuteeeeeee.

MA: Ah, that’s better. Do you know how annoying it is to talk like that? Anyway, you’re right: what killed her wasn’t human. How you even thought I wasn’t human is beyond me, though.

MA: Right. The thing. It’s got a name, but I’m not saying it.

MA: No, nothing like that shit. Voldemort’s an angel next to this sick ****. You saw what it did to her.

MA: It’s new to the city. First time I’ve seen one with my own eyes, but Quetzal knows what it is.

MA: A vermin is what it is. The lowest piece of trash that ever walked this earth. Kitty’s lucky that I chased it off before it could skin her.

MA: Yeah, the girl’s dead, but at least she’s resting in peace now. Wouldn’t be able to do that if that thing got her skin and wore it like a pelt. It’d be hell for you guys as well: dead girl in your morgue, monster wearing her skin above.

MA: Why? Like hell I know why. To blend in, I guess. It’s an ugly ****er. I don’t know a lot about this thing. Quetzal doesn’t like talking about it. Too many s’s, for one. There is one thing I know about it, though? If you want to know, undo these cuffs and let me go. Guns and shit won’t work on it. That’s not the thing, just so you know.

MA: Fine. You uncuff me, I tell you, then you let me go.

MA: Man, you do those things up tight. Right, the deal. Do you want to know what it is afraid of? Yeah? It’s only afraid of one thing.

MA: Me.

#7 Green Grocer

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Alexis Floros is a greengrocer by day and the Green Grocer in the late afternoon. By consuming only the freshest of vegetables Alexis gains the ability to fly and throw produce with alarming accuracy.

#6 – Serious Sarah

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Day 6: Lighthouse

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Unfortunately I haven’t been able to draw lately.
(No big loss)

I’ll try and input a drawing here later.

LIGHTHOUSE

Lighthouse is the superhero name of a young man in his late teens. His real name is Jeffrey Weber and he was born with his ability.
Jeffrey can shine two bright lights at will from his eyes.
With effort, he can focus the light into thin pinpoints or flood an area with light.

Because of his birth, he was chosen at a young age to be trained to join a superhero league.

Jeffrey hasn’t seen his parents but for a few hours over several years. He misses them or what little he remembers – neither have any abilities and because of this, Jeffrey’s father suspects his wife of an affair and over the years has grown to hate her because of it.

Jeffrey tries his best to uphold the laws and ideals of the league he’s a part of.

#6 Candy Tom

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I like to ask my facebook friends from time to time for suggestions of what to draw. Someone suggested I draw “ A zombie cowboy with a pistol that shoots candy riding a zombie unicorn with a mullet.” so this is the result.

Backstory to come later.

#7 Guero

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#7 Guero

 

Damned if he didn’t get a ration of shit when they heard his name.  Not like it wasn’t appropriate, what with his blond shoulder-length hair and bright blue eyes.  But it was all he could do not to spit back when they started calling him from across the street, grabbing their dicks and telling Guero what to suck.  Something about the half-legitimacy of it just lit a fire under them, the pun that came of his name being exactly what they would have called him anyway was just too much damn fun.  The corner boys were in rare form by the time he got past them.  Their token neighborhood white boy was actually called Blondie.

Guero knew from past experience that this was going to go on for quite some time.  He considered moving, but the old man in the drug store parking lot had the best tamales in town, and that was worth anything the local rowdies could dish out.  He figured he might as well enjoy the irony of the moment.  Odds are, he spoke better spanish than any of them.  Odds are he’d spent more time south of the border than any of these third generation vatos ever would.  And it was an absolute guarantee, because he knew who these guys claimed to represent on the block, that if they knew who gave him the name they would be shitting bricks.

And really, on a good day that shit was just amusing.  If they knew the circles he ran in those boys would be calling him patròn.  If they knew anything about him, those two tough little fuckers on point would stop flashing their pieces.  That right there was some rude shit.  If they weren’t in the land of the free and recorded on tv, he’d have let them know just what he thought of fools that showed off their heat without a mind to use it.  Last time he’d given lessons in etiquette, the dumbass in question had ended up shot in the foot with his own gun.  Guero hadn’t even bothered to pull the gun out of the idiot’s pants.

But that was Then and There, and this was Here and Now, and he would do well to remember the difference while on his way to a meet with his handler.  Differentiation.  Sam loved to harp on his “problem with differentiation.”  Guero would argue that it was what got him results, but Sam would just snap back that he wasn’t the only agent in the field, let alone the best, so he could stop thinking his fucking hangups were what made him special.  Guero could admit to himself that Sam might have a point, but he’d never do it loud enough that Sam could hear.  And it sure as hell didn’t mean he was going to change his name back, either.  After all, he was fucking branded and in so fucking deep he doubted he’d ever see the light of day.  The next time he wore a uniform would be when they were putting him in the ground.

#7 Icy Myst

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This is Icy Myst.  Another character inspired by the wonderful mind of my wife Beverly (ya, myabe it’s cheating a little, but it’s awesome that she even wants to have input.  Love her so much!

 

#7 Enrique Sucio – Murderer

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#7 Enrique Sucio - Murderer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Murderer.

#6. Thermo

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Charlotte

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Charlotte

Charlotte is light hearted and funny but also completely devoid of scruples. She is a sociopath unable to tell right from wrong. She is logical but not evil. If a puzzle required a human finger she would have no hesitation in cutting off one from the nearest member and cheerfully open the lock expecting everyone else to be as pleased as she is.

Charlotte is a fashion model by day and the Guild’s tank at night. Her primary weapons are the gauntlets which are part of an entire crusades era knight’s suite of armor. The armor, when completed, makes the wearer the perfect warrior, immortal, invulnerable, incredible agile, strong, and intelligent. The original knight who wore the suit took it all off because the royal lady who’s banner he fought for died and the armor was unable to protect his broken heart.

Charlotte found out about the guild as part of her search for the rest of the armor. She started her collection with the ring that surprises appetite (the idea being that the invincible night neither eats nor sleeps, the insomnia ring is in the possession of a rival guild) from a fellow model. Charlotte stole the ring which instantly made the girl ravenous, the girl was later incarcerated for cannibalism. Charlotte thinks it quite lucky that not only did she get a great way to stay trim but also culled competition for jobs, a happy serendipity.

Charlotte is part of the guild because it’s fun and she is looking to finish the suit of armor, mainly because she always finishes everything she sets her mind to.

– Reed

Day 4 – Female Mage

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All right, having a November birthday, on a weekend, set me back a little bit, but I’m confident I can finish this.

This character has no name or background–she’s one of 8 characters that my friend Evan has commissioned me to design for his website, RPG Write! It is still in its beginning stages, and a lot of features have yet to be added, including classes, which is what I’m currently doing art for. Anyhow, he asked me for a male and female mage–this was my interpretation.

#5 – Paula

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Would you like some contempt with that?

#6 G.P

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G.P (aka Gangsta -P)

“You don’t have to run and confess,

Hes looking for you,

He gon’ find you, he gon’ find you,

So you can run and tell that, run and tell that, run and tell that,

Home boy home home home boy.”

#7 Thom the Abrupt

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#7 Thom the Abrupt

#8 Those That Deliver

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The guards of Prince Ophelius, they have no mind, no soul, no emotions. They cannot be insulted or spurred on in battle.

They’re ‘alive’ only for the purpose of protecting the prince at all costs.

(there were way WAAAAY more of them in my dream, but I knew they’d never fit with the size restrictions kjdfsdh gonna post a larger version on my tumblr)

I couldn’t really get a size scale down, but they were around 7-8′ tall in my dream.

#7 The Princess of Sparrows

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I must apologise again, had to snap this late in the evening (was out all day and evening on 5th and working late since.) so light and picture quality not ideal… I’ll replace the last three days tomorrow when I can get better pictures.