Archive for November 25th, 2012
#22 – Karen
Karen is an interesting woman. I not sure why, I’m too busy trying to catch up with my 30 Characters
#21 – Crow Queen
The Crow Queen thinks she is the most beautiful woman in the world and that she has the most beautiful pet in the world, a giant crow. She’s wrong on both counts but no one wants to correct her.
Day 25-Sickly
Sickly contains every disease within her body. She can transfer them to others through the touch of her fingertips. She can control which disease and the intensity that she gives to another person. The only problem is the transfer is one way, she can give to another person, but she can’t take it back or cure it. Sickly herself is immune to all diseases and sickness.
#24 – Unnamed Noble
I’ll get caught up tomorrow. Laggin’ on scannin’. Hope everyone had a great holiday weekend.
Day Twenty-Five – Saint Cyprian
Saint Cyprian was a sorcerer who when confronted by the power of Jesus, burned his books and managed to become one of God’s BFFs which earned him a place in the Good Books. Male saints always amaze me that they can be total pricks for most of their lives until they meet the Lamb and then they can keep on being pricks but with .. sanction. Female saints die virgins or beheaded. Or both. Mother Theresa being the exception that proves the rule, of course. Theresa aside, I think there’s some sexism here. Sexism aside, Cyprian gave up a shitton of power for a doomed love affair, and that doesn’t even pass the sniff test. I could see Cyprian -like any male saint- taking advantage of a good thing and not letting his old life go.
So, today’s character is Saint Cyprian – Beloved of God, and Follower of Satan.
Also, he looks like my brother. This may -or may not- be on purpose.
x-posted at Orthocomics.com
#25 Phenokinetic Siyad al Ayad
Phenokinetic Siyad al Ayad can use the power of his mind to change the phenotype of any living organism at will.
Day 25: Dr. Tentapous
Dr.Tentapous used to be Doctor Chi Bush Desh and he was passioned with making artificial organs. After an accident caused not by default but by Enesos Poison, he was crippled so bad that begged Enesos to help him, and gave away all his research. Thus, Doctor Tentapous, as in Octopus but with 10 members. Enesos thought he had his perfect assistant, but his transformation was part of a plan and…well you see what has happened and now he is out there doing nasty things…
Sea_Nov13
 Sea Humonster, Mane Wyvern. When a mutated octopus slid it’s way into Mane’s cranium, it grew… more ways than one. It became him. During the final moments of Mane’s consciousness the mutant assumed control and burst it’s tentacles out.  Some people who knew him could still see his facial features remain in the newly sculpted concoction.
Day 24: High as Hell Hippo
Part of a new book project. It’s looks like a children’s book, however it’s a story for adults mostly because of the profanity and drug use. For shame.
Day 23: Elephant On Ecstasy
Part of a new book project. It’s looks like a children’s book, however it’s a story for adults mostly because of the profanity and drug use. For shame.
Day 22: Right On Rhino
Part of a new book project. It’s looks like a children’s book, however it’s a story for adults mostly because of the profanity and drug use. For shame.
Day 21: Polar Bear
Part of a new book project. It’s looks like a children’s book, however it’s a story for adults mostly because of the profanity and drug use. For shame.
#25 Red Crystal Dragon
Red Crystal Dragon. “I dedicate in order to nurture, universalizing Being. I seal the input of birth with the crystal tone of cooperation. I am guided by the power of space.”
Day 25: Hemar Al-Wahshi
Character 3 of the Monochrome Warriors Four.  Here are the links for the first and the second.
Hemar Al-Wahshi is the third of the team. He hails from the south, master of the spinning scimitars and the tossed mane. He is a little skittish, but stands strong for the proud traditions and history of his people. 
DAY 25: 21st Century Sandshark Studios Presents: THE NEXT KIND’S HAHLKRUL
On the distant world of Jorol, 3 million years have passed since our time.  The descendants of mankind have spread out amongst the universe.  Seven offshoots of humanity have colonized and built civilizations on this planet.  One of these cultures is that of the Sparron, a group of post humans that have evolved bird like traits that have allowed them to be able to fly, and reproduce from egglaying.  Out of the seven nations the Triumvirate of Sparron is most opened to trade and opened relations with its neighbors.  They are regarded as not only the great merchant state, but also that of transportation and logistics. They are usually brought in as well as 3rd party negotiators in disputes between the other nation states of Jorol.  This has led them to adopt a stance of neutrality throughout the centuries.
One of these negotiators is Tricouncilate Hahlkel, who spent many years as ambassador before being elected to the Triumvirate.  His daughter Hahlkrul had assumed his position as Ambassador to Norlympia.  It was her who aided Doule out of Kortha and lent her advise and aid to rally the seven nations together take on the threat of the Dahl Wraithes.  Although she is often used in an advisory and diplomatic capacity, she is also a formidable warrior in her own right.
#25 – Purth ‘Swift Storm’.
Everyone knew of the Arena. It was a place of myth and legend, a gargantuan, open-air stadium carved into the very mountains around it. It falls in neutral territory owned by no realm or kingdom. Said to have been built by the gods and their offspring to watch the great beasts do battle.
In the current age, the third of men it is used as a source of entertainment, people from far and wide gather on this neutral grounds to watch the greatest warriors face off against each other, to see noble heroes test strength against the most fearsome of beasts from across the great lands. The people come to see the names of new legend, and see men who started the day with no name leave with one.
Purth was not of noble birth; he was but a lowly farm boy. Kind hearted and strong, poor Purth’s life was not to be easy. Ending up a slave to a local land Baron in exchange for his family keeping their farm, he was ill treated, yet somehow keep his kind heart though his strong arms meant he could break a man if he wished.
The Baron had a daughter, a beautiful young maiden, a few years older than Purth; she drew Purth’s eyes whenever she was near.
During the annual summer hunt for the giant four horned stag that roamed the land, the Barons daughter fell from her mount, which was startled by one of the great stags. The beast made to escape, and would have trampled the innocent lass if Purth had not intervened. Throwing himself from his mount he grappled the huge stag, wrestling it to the floor. Locking its huge neck in his powerful arms he cut the creatures air off, it fell unconscious to the floor.
Pulling the maiden to her feet as the Baron, on the back of his own mighty warhorse rode to them, his men at arms all around.
The Barons daughter couldn’t tell her father enough kind things about Purth. The baron himself was reluctant to admit but the boy had impressed him too. The boy had great strength, had saved his daughter and also managed to capture a great stag in doing so. The baron made Purth an offer he could never had expected. The baron was to ride to the Arena in two moons time to partake in the gambling on the events. He offered Purth the chance to enter an event, it would be dangerous for sure but the Baron vowed that if the boy could win the event, and thus a lot of gold for the Baron the boy would have won his own freedom. To sweeten the offer the Baron said that should Purth leave the Arena with all his limbs he could take the great stag he’d taken down as his prize to ride free on.
Purth could not refuse such an offer and so shook the Barons hand to seal their deal.
Two moons passed quickly when the day of your fate is approaching. Purth could barely remember the month long trek to the arena. It was a blur.
The open event for this season was one on one combat with an unknown beast. The list of partakers was short, but the names where all known in the Arena from sessions before, all apart from Purth’s. The Baron laid down a pouch of gold of Purth to great odds and a few chuckles from his fellow gamblers who said he’d never see that money again.
Purth was last to enter the arena. From the sounds he heard waiting to enter no one had beaten the beast, and none had escaped with their lives, let along a prize. Stepping up to the arena entrance Purth was offered his choice of weapon. They all looked brutish and barbaric. It was the trident and net that finally drew his eye. He had fished with is father as a boy and could handle the tools well enough. Snatching them up as the sun poured in, the door opening and the huge arena floor opened out before him.
Walking out, the crowd fell silent. No cheers for Purth like the other combatants. At the other end of the arena stood a massive stone door, a dozen men above it cranked a cog the size of a house and the door started to move. The crowd grew nosier as the full sight of the beast was finally revealed.
It looked like a Minotaur; Purth had heard tales of these creatures. The beast before him was more terrifying however. Standing nearly twenty foot tall, it was wide and muscular, its torso covered in chainmail, its long legs furring and thick. In its hand it held a great axe that was bigger than Purth. He should have been scared but he wasn’t, this beast stood between him and returning home to his family better than he had left them.
The noise was unimaginable. Cheers and chants that could wake the gods filled the Arena. Purth stood drenched in sweat. The Minotaur lay unconscious and wrapped in Purth’s net. Using his speed to his advantage Purth had out lasted the beast for nearly an hour until it finally dropped to one in out of exhaustion. Seeing his chance Purth climbed the beast wrapped his net around its throat and choked the last of its fresh air free. It hit the ground and the crowd erupted.
The Baron left the arena with a new found reputation for training warriors and more gold than he could have dreamed of winning.
Purth left the arena with so much more. He left to chants saying he must be half Ashen; they had dubbed him Purth Swift storm, a name that would live on in the Arena. The trident and net he taken into battle had been given to him as gifts, they hung nicely at the saddle of his new great stag mount. He called the creature Storm in honor of his arena name.
The Baron nodded to Purth as he passed him, true to his word Purth rode out a free man. He rode back to his family. He longed to be home.
#25 Dakskull
Real name: Unknown
Height: 6’0Â Â Weight:237 lbs.
Age: Unknown Race: Unknown
Nothing is known of the invisible force that is Dakskull. He is a force of evil that has the power to conquer anything that stands on his way and controls any situation.
Powers: Super strength, shooting blasts from his hands, etc.  Personality: Hungry for world domination, ambitious,etc.
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