Tag: day 7

#7 – Mr. Bad Fashion Knight

| November 7, 2013 | 0 Comments

07_BadFashion

 

A young knight in his early 20s who hasn’t figured out that he has a very horrible fashion sense.  He may change his hairstyle, beanie, and clothes at any time.

Day 7: Hermes the Heroic Hercules Beetle

| November 7, 2013 | 0 Comments

#07 Hermes the Heroic Hercules Beetle
I love the way these bugs look like, but if I were to actually see one near me, I just might run for the hills… lol Yeah, not the biggest fan of bugs, but I can still carry a great appreciation for them 😛

#7 – Dennis the Mystery Brawler

| November 8, 2012 | 0 Comments

Dennis is a man who frequently wanders the streets looking for fights.  With a large number of detectives on his tail, he may have to reconsider his profession…

 

Rumor has it that he has a little sister who wants to be a wrestler…

#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.

 

#7 – Stanley

| November 8, 2011 | 0 Comments

 

Stanley was an average villager until he stumbled upon a mysterious sword.

 

Instead of using it to fight monsters, he decided that he must figure out who the sword originally belonged to, but not everyone is willing to give him the answers he wants…

 

Apologies for the quality here, as I was in a bit of a rush.

#7 – Ronald

| November 7, 2011 | 1 Comment

Again, posting this really quick because it’s  practically my bedtime ahaha

This is Ronald!!! He is a Mahou Shounen in that story I keep talking about, and he uses bows and arrows! He is a happy-go-lucky kind of guy and enjoys the company of others. However, he is only a mahou shounen because he wants to protect those people around him and yadadadada

He likes using a bow and arrow in battle because it’s a long range weapon/it doesn’t involve TOO MUCH running around.
SO YEAH time for beddd

Oh yeah, and an entire week has gone by wow!!!!! I can’t believe I sticked to this for this long aha

#7 Batteri

| November 7, 2011 | 0 Comments

Though they might look like one of those cheap plastic toys, beware.

They’re actually living magnetic batteries that can hold more than enough electricity to power a car.

It’s not very common to find this species around urban areas. AI.ma.ROBO had been thinking about capturing the rare diamonds they are to sell as pets but quit once they found out how much damage its antennae could do.

Others have captured them just to use as tasers, though soon they find out they could kill people with them.

They have power plugs for legs so it’s not going to be hard for them to snack on electricity. They consume so much energy that the houses they break into find themselves in huge debt.

So far, they are considered either a great solution to the Energy Crisis or a horrible, horrible pest to cross paths with.

Day 7: Cactikeek

| November 12, 2010 | 4 Comments

Felt like taking a break and just drawing something downright cute.  Cactus kitty!