Archive for November 8th, 2012

#3 Elizabeth Vonner

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Elizabeth Vonner is a bounty hunter, and not picky about which jobs she takes on. You want something dead, she’ll kill it, provided you have the money to make it happen.

I haven’t quite decided on her fighting style yet. Suffice to say she’s more dangerous than she looks.

Day 6 – Atsa Eberstark

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Asta is a German boxer. She’s a difficult takedown by knockout or points. Any opponent that has beat her in a match had to work damn hard to do so.

Day 5 – Genevive Adler

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Genevive benifits probably the most from Eustice‘s patronage. She’s quite the actress and works hard to futher her career. She’s often seen as Eustice’s arm candy, and there are rumours of her being a gold digger. Not that she cares about the gossip. Press is press.

Day 4 Eustice Wetherbee

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Eustice went through much teasing as a child for his hunchback, kids would make fun of him and beat him up. At least until he inherited his great uncle’s fortune. Now his days are spent as a patron to the theatre and the arts, as well as reminding the world of just how damn dapper he is. He’s not bitter though. There always a smile on his face and willing to help everyone.

DAY 2–Jaxian Triocezzi

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Lethal with a spear and deadly accurate with a javelin, Jaxian was amongst the most feared soldiers of the Matassoua tribes during their conflict with the rapidly expanding Sparevian empire from the plains to the south. Despite the sheer numbers of better equipped imperial troops, the courage and skill of the Matassoua on the battlefield resulted in a standstill. Understanding that the stamina and morale of the sparsely populated mountain tribes could not withstand the Sparevian onslaught forever, the consuls of the Matassouan league called for an indefinite armistice. The tribes would cease their raids conducted on outlying imperial villages and not intervene with imperial movement or trade throughout their mountain passes in exchange for solidarity of their present land. With a profound admiration of the ferocity with which the tribes fought to preserve their home, and despite the agricultural and strategic benefits the Matassouan land would provide, Emperor Harkinius accepted the armistice. This came on the condition that Jaxian and five men from his battalion serve the emperor as his personal honor guard, and that the beautiful young Luciella, Jaxian’s niece, agree to become the Emperor’s newest wife. Knowing that their service to their former enemy meant the safety of the Matassoua, those requested by Harkinius left home for the last time to serve in the seat of the empire: Tercii. Jaxian and his men were with the utmost respect by their new employer: fine food, drink and armaments were provided at a simple request to the new honor guard. Jaxian’s now legendary defeat of a particularly troublesome and disliked Imperial general had won him special favor with Harkinius, and Triocezzi even found himself a confidant and occasional advisor to the Emperor. While life on his end was certainly comfortable, Jaxian grew increasingly anxious with the state of his young niece, who appeared increasingly distraught and frazzled during each of the rare occasions when they had the opportunity to speak. Luciella’s concerns with her new life came to a head late one evening as she snuck from the wives’ chambers to the barracks where Jaxian and his men lived. She explained to her uncle the Emperor’s tendency to pass the women in his harem not currently being “used” to his son—a sadistic young man with a penchant for violent military conquest and apparently deranged sexual preferences. She expressed to him her fear that any refusal of the prince’s advances would be seen as a breach of the terms of the armistice and put their people in jeopardy, and therefore could not consider absconding from the city—however tempting that thought was. Jaxian assured his Luciella that he would speak with Harkinius concerning her situation, acknowledging his own influence over the Emperor’s decisions. Luciella thanked her uncle for his support and silently crept back to her chambers.
The blaring of horns the next morning informed of an Imperial decree to be given in Tercii’s grand plaza. The emperor was to speak to the crowds himself. Strangely enough, the honor guard were not expected to accompany Harkinius, but instead were to travel en masse with the rest of the imperial troops in attendance. At the center of the plaza, the Harkinius beckoned for a hooded figure to be brought forth and bound to a post. The emperor spoke of honor and treachery and denounced the hooded figure as a traitor—of violating a binding agreement. The hood was removed and revealed the face of Luciella. Harkinius announced to the gathering crowd that his newest wife had been caught sneaking back onto the palace grounds in the dead of night. (In fact, the prince himself had gone “searching” for her and alerted his father to her absence). Clearly this woman, a former enemy of the empire, was returning from a tryst with a Matassoua lover, and undoubtedly providing him the floor plan of the emperor’s chambers to facilitate an assassination. This gross display of disloyalty effectively nullified the Matassouan armistice in the eyes of the empire—effectively renewing the conflict. Knowing the truth Jaxian quickly came to understand that these false accusations were just the opportunity Harkinius was looking for to “justify” his continued conquest of Matassoua. He attempted to reach the center of the plaza and protest, but he and his men had been strategically separated from the emperor with many rows of soldiers. In a flash, Harkinius withdrew a heavy dagger from his cloak and slashed open the abdomen of the young woman, who looked on in shock as the front of her robes began to turn dark red. Bellowing, Jaxian allowed rage to consume him and took his spear in hand. Needing only a second to adjust for distance and angle, the veteran hurled the weapon straight and true—dead center into the heart of Harkinius. The hordes of Sparevian soldiers were now upon Jaxian and his men, fighting brutally to escape the crowd and regroup. However, only 4 of the original 11 were able to regroup in the sewers of Tercii later that evening. With Matassoua now in immediate danger, the youngest of the group was sent to escape back home to warn the tribes of the impending attack, and the remaining 3 set about sabotaging the Sparevian military command. Having learned the faces and living quarters of Harkinus’s top commanders from their service in the honor guard, the first four generals were ambushed with relative ease. With accumulating fatigue from constant movement and lack of food—the three were eventually captured en route to their last target. As battles began anew on the Matassouan home front, the three were tortured, and publicly executed. The hearts and hands of Jaxian and his men were skewered onto the very spear responsible for the death of the emperor and brought out onto the battlefield to mock and intimidate their enemies. However, the grisly image quickly became a symbol of Matassouan pride—and combined with the apparent inexperience of the newly promoted Sparevian commanders; they rallied forth and humiliated the imperial troops in several key battles. News of Luciella’s murder and Jaxian’s sacrifice steadily dispersed across the tribes of the mountains, many of which joined the war effort to paralyze further Sparevian conquest northwards. Demoralized and rendered impotent, the imperial onslaught ceased and yet another uneasy (yet less easily manipulated) treaty was drawn up. For ages to come, the Javelin, heart, and hands would adorn every shield and banner brought into battle to honor the bravery of the Triocezzi clan and their comrades.

Day 8 – Foolbot

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Real name – F001-BT

In the future less and less job is done by the humans, most professions are taken by the machines. There are robot cooks, robot drivers, robot doctors and even robot beggars. So why don’t have fun with robot fool?

#7 Sandy

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Mother Nature's North Easter

Due to a recent visit from Hurricane Sandy, her daughter, a North Easter, also decided to pay a visit to my city. Thanks for the 7 inches of snow!

#8 Eric Manchester

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Real Name: Eric Manchester

Height: 6’0

Weight 231 lbs. Age:46

Location: London, England

Eric Manchester is a member of Cero European, a Europe based division of Cero Agency located in London. He is Miles Connery(look for last year’s entry #15)’s UK contact who is an equivalent to James Bond’s FBI Contact Felix Lither. A former operative for MI-6, Eric has seen his share of near death experiences and his adventures can make even James Bond himself jealousy with envy.

Eric comes from not the greatest of upbringings and has joined MI-6 after his stint in The Royal Navy 15 years before. He has joined Cero European for the past 25 years fighting the good fight against evil scientists, dictators, terrorists, etc. He is Miles’s trusted ally and is considered a great friend.

Powers: None. He possesses hand to hand combat skills, including but not exclusive to,  judo, karate, and Jeet Kun do, Bruce lee’s celebrated fighting style.

Personality: Always the one to goes after anything he set his mind to. Sometimes cold and distant.

 

 

Day 8 | Devil Kid

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2012 – DAY 08

All characters are created by my 5 year-old son, The Junior Partner.  He has either drawn these characters on his own and I have recreated them here, or he has sat at my elbow dictating design and conceptual ideas like a creative, but frenetic, taskmaster.

DEVIL KID

The Junior Partner decided that Daredevil needed a sidekick, so that’s what we have here, but then the story spun into something more original.  Devil Kid trained under the familiar red-horned vigilante but went off on his own to become a “city ninja master.”  When asked to elaborate what that means, The Junior Partner described it as like training in Kung-Fu Panda but in NYC and more guns.”  Not pictured above is the bazooka style “launcher” that Devil Kid uses to shoot his grappling hook and other blunt projectiles.

 

 

 

#7 Alice

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Here’s Alice, a miner in an area where most of their time for around 4-9 months would be spent underground so they have to have pretty vibrant suits.

#3 Buzz Ellerby: Stuntmanimal

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#3 Buzz Ellerby: Stuntmanimal

Eugene “Buzz” Ellerby was a prominent stuntman in the 1970’s. An established motorcycle daredevil, he was always looking to up the ante with each death-defying feat. While scouting new jump locations, Buzz stumbled upon Brokejaw Canyon. “Oh, I’m crossin’ this sumbitch,” he laughed. “Or die tryin’.” Word spread & his stunt team went to work constructing ramps, completely unaware they were on sacred ground.

They were confronted by members of the local Chinulpa tribe, who at first asked quite nicely for him to reconsider the location. But Buzz’s mind was already made up. The back & forth continued. On a daily basis, the elders would show up & begin to sternly insist that he leave. But Ellerby was dead set in making the jump. When it became apparent that the daredevil wasn’t going to budge, one of the tribe’s shaman decided to take matters into his own hands. He showed up the day before with a thermos, & said he would convince the rest of the tribe to back off, but only if Buzz would drink a warrior’s bravery potion, as was their custom. With the deadline quickly approaching, Buzz reluctantly decided to appease the man & downed the contents of the thermos. The man smiled & Buzz handed it back. Unbeknownst to him, the bitter concoction wasn’t for bravery at all.

The day of the big jump came. A crowd of thousands had shown up to watch & bake in the hot desert sun. TV cameras were there, at the ready. Buzz warmed up his bike, doing a couple of practice laps before heading up the ramp. With all eyes on him, he revved the bike & started to careen down the ramp. Suddenly, something went wrong. Before even reaching the trough of the jump, Buzz had come off the bike, skidding the rest of the way down on his knees. As his crew rushed to his side they realized Buzz was… different. In fact, he was no longer a man, but some sort of half beast.

Ever since, Buzz Ellerby has been cursed. In moments of high stress, he begins to change. Sometimes he resembles a wolf or coyote, other times a falcon. He’s even become snakelike. Or developed a scorpion’s shell. Pretty much any animal from the desert ecosystem. Each transformation lasts for a couple hours. And while he maintains some level of awareness, there’s no telling what will cause him to change, or what he’ll become. And while he clings onto the last shreds of his stunt career, his curse keeps getting in the way.

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Once again, I got caught up with the detail & ended up taking a lot longer than I had hoped. That said, I’m pretty pleased with the result. This one came from a half formed idea on my list of jump-off character prompts. I had the line “Werewolf Stuntman” on there, but took it a little further. I figured it’d make a pretty bitchin’ 70’s procedural. Buzz travels from town to town, using a combination of his daredevil & shapeshifting skills to right wrongs over the course of 44 minutes before moving along. I probably should have tore up his suit a little more, but I figured it was something kind of durable, given his occupation. Other characters are in the works. Hope to get to a point where I can finish & post more than just one at a time.

#07 – Hype Eater

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Lies. They bend reality, run roughshod over time, and give the Almighty a rip-roarin’ headache. Fortunately, the Hype Eater exists. A meta-carrion creature drifting in from a technicolor hellscape, the dross of the sentient mind is its favorite food. It cruises along the edges at an acute angle to reality, feeding off of our lies, advertising, hype, spin and bullshit. Delicious.

It has a symbiotic relationship with the mysterious emissaries it secretes in search of the newest hype. They are fully sentient beings from our point of view, but to the Hype Eater they are more like bacteria; the prevailing theory is that they act as a sort of extensible immune system, while the Hype Eater itself protects them other primeval Devourers lurking outside of time.

The Hype Eater is visible to voyagers on certain psychedelic chemical cocktails, but is most often glimpsed at the edges of consciousness by sleep-deprived, overworked copywriters and designers, who sense the pulsing intelligence feeding off of them as they desperately struggle to put a shiny patina of beauty and craft onto  marketing claims both banal and audacious.