Archive for November 13th, 2012
9 – Janilla, the Lost Maid of the Mountains
Her story is unknown save for anecdotal encounters describing a ghost- like maiden in the Western Cruth and the Anisat Mountains. One of those stories speaks of an ethereal woman, or a group of women, that were found standing amongst the remains of dozens of destroyed Ghul Warriors, the signs of a great battle all around. The woman, or women, seemed dazed, disoriented, wounded. But before the chroniclers could approach them closer, the woman, or the women, sliped away… each of the chroniclers claims a diferent story. But they all agree that the maid, or maidens, looked as you see this one now.
Her being sighted on the abandoned roadways leading to Scarabus has led the learned of that town to send word to the guilds and places of learning, that something is afoot.
It seems that the Cruth is, of a sudden, releasing all of it’s horrors in the passing of the Rain of Blue Fire.
What a Zoo
It’s a new kind of Zoo with lots to do. Ride a hippo or paint a zebra. How about teaching giraffe how to dance.
#13 Red Cosmic Moon
Red Cosmic Moon says, ” I Endure in order to Purify. Transcending Flow, I seal the process of universal Water. With the cosmic tone of presence, I am guided by the power of Space.”
#13 – Triggerman
“I am John Triggerman. I am friend.” Â An obsolete law enforcement robot, who has somehow started dreaming. He is programmed to be a hostage negotiator and, should negotiations go south, to run a bomb subroutine that blows him up when that big switch in his chest gets flipped. He’s actually made of trillions of nanobots that reassemble him afterwards, and they can customize what kind of bomb he turns into.
While most of his type was decommissioned after the Echelon War, Triggerman remains, with a map hidden inside him, encoded at the base hardware level. Who put it there and for what purpose, he does not know.
seed star
Day 13. Revisited the seedpokemon final evolution. think this guy fits a bit tbetter.
struggling today. very tired.
Peace
#13 Tokuman
Real name:Â Joe Tasmaji
Height: 6’0
Weight: 198 lbs. Race:Japanese/Hispanic
Age: 27 Location: New York, NY
Joe is an accomplished artist and a part time martial artist working at his uncle’s Dojo on the Lower East Side. One day he found that he has the power to become a guardian to fight for justice. He was given a belt and can transform into Tokuman, one of the 12 guardians of the Tokumagu, warriors of an ancient warrior race that existed before humans.
Powers: hand to hand combat, martial art skills, endurance, using weapons upon command, etc.
Personality: Sarcastic, able to pull off anything he puts his mind to.
#6 Benny Angles
Dr. Henrik Sonnenberg, while quite wealthy, was what you might call… eccentric. Founder of the no way ominous sounding Sonnenberg Group, he was always a big idea guy. Like when he first started floating around the idea of sticking a maximum security prison at the bottom of the ocean. Everyone questioned the practicality. But they built it. Benthomax, the largest private prison on Earth. When they couldn’t fully staff the facility, it was Dr. Sonnenberg who brought up the idea of genetically engineering the rest of the staff. With more issues of practicality & now morality being brought up, the company kept it on the down low that these creations were in fact spliced with deep sea DNA. It was a twofer. A security workforce that also functioned as an experiment in hybridization.
That was five years ago, & this is Benny Angles. He works the commissary. He got his name not through being part Anglerfish (though it didn’t hurt), but by always working the angles. As a vat grown creature, he may look like an adult but he’s still developing mentally, & at a very formidable age. Spending all his time around dangerous felons has had its effect & he’s developed quite the colorful persona. He enjoys his work at the commissary. For a price, he’ll get you whatever it is you need. He has his ways.
Word has it around the prison that his fellow hybrids are starting to get fed up with taking orders from genetically inferior humans on the surface. There’s talk about a revolution. At his core, Benny writes it all off as self-righteous horseshit. He likes the status quo, he likes his gig. A revolt could ruin that. That said, he’ll of course do his thing & work the angles, so long as it all works out for him.
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Another character I didn’t really have a plan for when I started. Over time he became this angler fish/guy/thing. I made him big & tall because I figured the deep sea part of his genes would be anticipating a lot of pressure, only to grow like a beanstalk without it. Stupid me though, the thing around his neck is supposed to be a mist spraying thing so he gets some water vapor in his lungs. And what do I do? Stick a giant cigar in his mouth. Yeah, way to go. That makes a whole lot of sense.
He or something like him may show up in the story my first character this year was designed for. But that wouldn’t be for a bit yet.
#5 Warrant Officer Marsh Keaton
Join the Colonial Corps of Fabricators, they said. It’s the military lite. No fighting, just programing. Getting nanobots to make specialized parts. A pretty kushy gig, they said.
And for four Terran cycles, it pretty much was. Being stationed on the under developed outpost planet of Rebus XI was almost like getting sent to a desert island paradise. Deep within Colonial territory, it was right next to a wormhole relay hub, & only recently on the up & up as a tourist destination. There never seemed like any chance of the fight coming to them. But it did.
It was quick & brutal, blitzkrieged by an unknown alien force. Word amongst the survivors is they took over the relay hub first & then the Rebus system, putting a choke hold on the whole supply line. Now it’s up to the Colonial Corps of Fabricators to turn their nanomachines into weapons & become a resistance. Stranded light years away from reinforcements, their only option is to fight.
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I’ve got a couple ready to post & I’ll have them up soonish. Here are two in relatively quick succession. This character was a guy I just started sketching without much of jump off. I veered kind of rockabilly with the hair & some of the tats. The story came later, & borrows elements of a story idea I’ve been trying to turn into something for a bit now. Something a little Die Hard like about dudes using Nanotech bombs that eat away at everything, but then somehow needing to make a break for it before it ate them too.
I opted for blue camo, not out of an urban setting but thinking instead of photosynthetic plantlife, the planet he’s stationed on is filled with cyanobacteria. I don’t know why he’s got the note pad thing happening on his left leg given he’s got a super computer built into that gauntlet he’s got. I assume the lens on the back of his hands shoots holograms that he uses to control nanobots. Also I think his name is terrible, but whatever. I’ll have another up shortly after writing its description.
Day Nine: Space Piratex
Space, that was the dream. Space — the place children (our future) all across her country had lived for, before they discovered reality TV in their teen years, the place though which ufological wonks of all ages had wanted to drift.
The actual place was less majestic than the men and women of science-based television programing had promised and closer to an afternoon floating with the refuse of a billion people in the waves of a Lama Island beach in a waning Summer.
The Space Piratex probe didn’t mind, for a start she’d never been to any of Lama Island’s waste-disposal beaches and so was unable to see the sad similarity. No, an enterprising class of public school over-achievers hadn’t built her to despair at the state of the space, Space Piratex had been built to win that class the finals of the “Sweep It Under the Rug: Environmental Solutions” competition. Her directives were clear: clean, clean that cosmos up long enough to get her masters a photo in three of their local papers. It was a task she probably could have completed too, if it weren’t for those attention lacking kids and their rudimentary android building skill sets.
~Tosche
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