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#15 Tumbleweed

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

It had gotten so that he could only vaguely remember what not being tired felt like.  He knew it wasn’t age (he was only in his twenties, after all) but every joint in his body ached.  Most likely sleeping in ditches would do that to you.  Or not sleeping at all, depending on the town he was passing through.  Truth was, it was getting so that he could only vaguely remember anything.

It had gotten so that he couldn’t tell the difference between the parts of him that were crazy from sleep deprivation and the parts of him that were just plain fucking crazy.  But he could still remember when it started.  That memory was crystal clear.  That memory burned his eyes like a sharp wind on a below freezing night.

He had kissed her.  He could remember what she felt like, small, not as soft as most girls he’d held.  She seemed so small, so delicate that he had thought she would feel fragile when he held her against him and their tongues slid soft against each other, but she didn’t.  She felt small, hard, and strong, but she kissed soft and tasted like something green and fresh.  He remembered the feel of her warm skin under his fingers.

Then she stopped.  Everything in his world stopped, and as far as he could ever explain it to himself (and never out loud), that was the moment he caught the Crazy.  It was the name he gave it, the Crazy, because it felt a lot more like a disease than some sort of mental fracture.  And it wasn’t like he fell apart completely.

He just felt this need, a burning, pushing, impossible to resist need to go.  He had no idea where it was that he needed to end up.  But he did know what direction he needed to move in.  Only, he couldn’t feel it if his feet weren’t touching the ground, so it was walk, and keep moving.  Sleep on the ground ‘cause he’d long ago ran out of enough to pay for a room.  He was living off kitchens and churches, but it was weird, because whenever he was hungry- really hungry, weak from it, food would show up.  He hadn’t even had to sort through a single trash can.

So he kept moving, and jumped at the sight of himself when he caught his reflection.  His hair stuck out matted and crazy.  And his face was covered in scraggly hair.  His clothes had lost any sense of color, even the blacks had faded to some version of brown, and what skin on his body he could still see was either weirdly tan or weirdly dirty.  He couldn’t tell.  Not like he’d had prior experience in being a bum.  He was supposed to be a market research analyst, for chissakes, not the crazy walking guy.

Funny, he remembered the title, but not the work.  Whatever he had been doing, it had not only been boring, but it had been so pointless as to leave no trace of itself in his brain.  He remembered what the smoking area looked like.  Remembered the faces of his fellow tobacco loving refugees, even if he couldn’t remember their names.

What troubled him most was that he could not remember his family aside from very vague images and uneasy feelings.  He could not figure why that should be.  And he knew that he wasn’t going to figure a damn thing out until he had slept in a bed.  Most likely for a whole week.

REACTOR

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Encased in a nuclear suit of armor he often suffers severe meltdowns!

#22 – Elenora

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

#22 – Zoa Appleton – Waitress

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Day22 - Zoa Appleton - Waitress by George Ward

Zoa is a waitress at the local dinner, Checkers, where she works with her husband Sam (Day 23).  Since it is a small establishment, she has to clean the place as well as wait on tables.  It’s a thankless job but it must be done.

 

day # 22 – Beth Laurian

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Beth is a mercenary. She grew up with the eastern barbarians before she headed west for to explore the world. She soon discovered that intimidation and violence would get her places. After loosing her eye she decided it was time to get some cannon fodder to work with her so she started the Red lions organization. She now spends her time yelling at the new recruits intimidating clients and waiting for a war to start.

#22 Katrina

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Former princess of the Kurn Empire, Katrina fled her home world during her people’s civil war, and following the disappearance of both her brother, Kelmscott and the emperor, her father Haston.  She fled to the Republic of Freedom seeking sanctuary, and has since become a powerful defender of the republic.

Character 15 – Chef

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments


Admittedly, it looks like I’ve been slacking off a little. That’s not entirely the case. I’ve been drawing characters daily, it’s just that I’ve not been uploading them! I’m fixing that now with Chef, one of the five characters I designed for a project at my uni. Enjoy!

#22-Vwip

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

The fourth member of the Globe Taskforce that stayed at HQ after the drop-off, Vwip doesn’t have too much of a problem leaving whenever he wants anyways. A teleporter who acts as the team’s transport, scout, stealth and dirtier dealings. He also happens to be a bit of an instigator, always managing to get the team riled up. He also manages to get to the truth behind a lot of the members problems by doing so. He isn’t around often (leaving frequently to handle small crime out of boredom), but if he is there it is because Quake called him to get Auralysis out of her side of the base or Twist out a particularly bad rant. The second reason has been frequent lately, with Twist worried more then usual.

#21 Tony Connelly

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Irish transplant. Former Mormon. Likes to do things the hard way.

Image from Polyvore

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#22 The Pilgrim 1%

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

The Pilgrim 1%

Are You ready for this? I teach art at an elementary school and we’ve been doing pilgrims… so I have a student we’ll call him Timmy (names have been changed) he is coloring his pilgrim red… this is what followed.

Me: Timmy? I see you are coloring your pilgrim red, Pilgrims usually wore basic black and white clothing…

Timmy: I’m making an EVIL pilgrim. Evil pilgrims wear Red, black is for good guys but my pilgrim is evil… and nothing is more evil than fire, so he has FIRE that comes out of the top of his hat. He is RICH he has a billion dollars in a stack and red eyes.

Me: *speechless*

It occurred to me later that this HAD to be the 1% of pilgrims as I had not ever heard of Evil pilgrims who were also billionaires… hence I am sharing this information with you. Thank you Timmy for enlightening all of us to the dangers of Thanksgiving history… it makes the 99% of Pilgrims seem a little less heinous in the light of this new information.

Happy Occupy Thanksgiving!

#21-Auralysis

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

One of the four who remained at the Globe HQ, she stayed merely out of a lack of a place to go. Her powers also somewhat prevent her movement. Hard to explain, but essentially she can read a person’s aura (Aura+Analysis=Auralysis) and create an in-depth psychological profile and even read their future within 99.9% accuracy; usually with the .01% being as insignificant as the color of clothing the person is wearing. Going out into public is a sensory overload for her.

Besides, the aura’s of the members at Globe have been odd as of late, and the mystery behind it is too much for her.

#22: Her Majesty

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

She knows no light, only holes in the dark

She doesn’t know that it’s her world there in the spark

There’s nothing to know, no laws that she makes

all that she sees is the small form her might takes

And maybe she dreamed this all, but that begs a question:

if she’s been asleep, what happens if she awakens?

Where will we go when she awakens?

 

#20 Selin

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Self-described vagitarian, freelance photographer, mother to ferrets and a lovebird.

Image from Fuck Yeah Girls With Short Hair

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#20-Quake

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Twist’s best friend, he is one of the few members of the UN’s superhero Taskforce to stay at the Globe HQ after the down turn in meta-crime. His Terra-kinetic abilities rival Twist’s more atmosphere based weather control. Always able to call Twist on his more dramatic speeches or stupid moments. Twist usually respects his intelligence and go overs most situations with him first before acting, but recently Twist has been more impulsive and jumpy. He has been talking about weird feelings in the wind lately, and reaching out to there older teammates, even Tinky.

#19-Tinky Technicha

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Twist’s occasional lover, she is a reserve member of the UN Taskforce, demoting herself when the world’s problems dropped off. She is amazing with any technology, from gadgets to software to vehicles to coding. Twist has been trying to contact her recently, as she dropped completely off-grid after her self demotion. He does manage to find the right number occasionally but she’s is hesitant to pick up for some reason.

#18-Jack of All Trades

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Jack is a man who has walked every end of the Earth, and learned from every trade-hand and master in-between. He helps who he can along the way, using his millions upon trillions of talents to handle it.

Twist, the leader of the UN taskforce, has been trying to get him into the larger cases and events recently, but something always seems…off about the entire prospect.

#22 – Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Beater

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

#22 – Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Beater

Do you like Pumpkin Pie? Have you ever given much thought to how those defenseless pumpkins are turned into the delicious paste you have grown to enjoy?
Enter Peter, a young man with a chip on his shoulder the size of his deformed left hip. Peter’s never been the happiest guy, but one thing does make his life perfect and it’s Pumpkin Pie. When Peter looked for a career field that was right for him and his mental issues, he was excited to discover there was a need for pumpkin beaters.

You see, every November 1st is the start of pumpkin season, where the massive amount of pumpkins on doorsteps begin to fear for their lives. People like Peter live for the thrill of hunting these wild gourds and pounding their delicate bodies into paste. Oh, it’s a savage process, but one that is perpetuated by our cultures need for pumpkin pie and other pumpkin related products around the holidays.

I guess we can say that it’s good for people like Peter to find their place in society and provide a service that many can’t stomach. On the other hand, when you see a man with a bat chasing down a defenseless pumpkin that once had a cute expression on its face, you wonder how far over the edge humanity has slipped.

So go ahead everyone, enjoy your pumpkin pie this year! Don’t think about the life that pumpkin lived before it reached your plate and definitely don’t think about the horrible way it met its demise.

#17-Twist

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Leader of the UN’s first tier Super Hero group, his weather-control powers usually manage to control most situations presented in the world nowadays. He tries to get his team out and stretch their legs every so often, but problems on their level have disappeared.

Twist is adamant though, that they need to be ready, anything could be coming.

G. Brett Williams #s 21 & 22 – Strangers and Lost Ones

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Strangers and Lost Ones

A Stranger is a creature of great power and immortality.  Something of a vampire, they feed on the souls of their victims, not their blood.  A Stranger receives sustenance from draining the life force from another human being.  Just a myth throughout our history, they are masters of staying hidden, due in large part to their method of dispatching their prey.  A Stranger does not age, but they are not invulnerable.  The Stranger entity is nigh-immortal, but the host body can be killed just like any normal human being.  They are more durable, stronger, faster, more agile, and they can heal their wounds, but they can still be killed.  These powers are at their peak right after a Stranger feeds.  Once a Stranger has drained a person of their essence, he has the ability to completely burn the body away.  Because of this, a Stranger tends to develop a connection with the victim, at least long enough to get them secluded for a good period of time.  The process takes a while and therefore is not something that can be done quickly down some dark alley.  But there are problems and things do sometimes get messy.   If a Stranger goes a certain time without feeding and thus starves to death, the entity that powers him will vacate the host body (thus killing the host) and attach to another worthy vessel.  The Stranger entity can only be truly killed by a Lost One that it has created.  If a Stranger never creates a Lost One, it could feasibly live forever in one host or in many.  Since it’s rare for a Stranger to be so foolish or reckless as to leave behind a Lost One, a true Stranger death is rare. Sometimes, a Stranger may be in a situation where he hasn’t been able to feed for a while and will recklessly do so, not troubling himself with the consequences.  Other times, a Stranger may simply be interrupted or chased off during the feeding process.  Regardless of the reason, if a Stranger neglects to burn the body of the victim away, a sort of zombie like creature is created.  Those creatures are the Lost Ones.

A Lost One is a body without a soul, cursed to live a lonely and ultimately emotionless existence, searching for something it lost.  A Lost One is not mindless, though.  Part of them, what little bit of them is left, is connected to the Stranger that created them.  Because of that connection, the Lost One will always be drawn to that Stranger.  Even if they don’t entirely realize it, their life will lead them along a path identical to that of their creator.  The only way to silence this constant drive, to erase the memory of having their soul ripped away, is to finally find and destroy the Stranger that created them.  A Lost One’s touch will destroy a Stranger much in the same way a Stranger’s burning hand will destroy the body of their victim.  It only works on the Stranger that created them though.  Interestingly enough, a Lost One is immune to the burning touch of a Stranger once they’ve become a Lost One.  A Lost One must be totally destroyed if they are to be killed.  The entire body must be burned to the bone and then the bones must be scattered and destroyed.  Lost One’s need no sleep and no sustenance.  They do not bleed and they do not feel pain.  They are unnaturally strong and durable.  If in the presence of the Stranger that created him, a Lost One will stop at nothing to reach him, going so far as to destroy anyone or anything that gets in its way.

G. Brett Williams #s 19 & 20 – Beauregard Cash and Jack Reed

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

His team consists mainly of two other men, the first of whom is Beauregard Cash. Cash is the team’s gadgeteer. He’s an engineering wizard, but he’s also a drunk, a braggart and something of a racist. Southern and proud of it, he is prone to drunken outbursts about the glory of the Confederacy, even though the Confederacy is long gone. Graye tolerates the man since his acumenl in fringe science and engineering is unmatched throughout the world. Cash creates things heretofore unthought of, using primarily the steam technology of the day. Flying machines, archaeological tools, weapons and even steam-powered automatons. Cash grew bored once he’d mastered all there was to master about steam technology, so looking for a new challenge he decided to join up with Edmund Graye and his crew. Being a veteran of the war effort and a lifetime Southerner, he’d seen more than his fair share of strange and inexplicable occurrences, so he figured what the heck. Cash combines his knowledge of engineering with Graye’s knowledge of the occult to create some seriously crazy ghost hunting devices.

Rounding out the group is Civil War veteran and former Buffalo Soldier Jack Reed. Reed is big, tough and quiet. He was befriended by Graye shortly after the Civil War ended while the inspector was on a mission to study the effects of the Civil War on the paranormal health of America. Graye immediately recognized and respected the courage and tenacity he saw in Jack Reed. Needing a strong man and good fighter to round out his crew, he hired Jack for a handsome sum, saving him from the unenviable life of a black man in Reconstruction America. Jack is good with a pistol but his real gift is with a Winchester rifle. A sharpshooter for his regiment during the war, he has an uncanny skill with long arms. He is also a formidable hand to hand combatant. Understandably, Jack and Beauregard have their differences, but Jack usually just ignores the man. They don’t tend to deal with each other that much outside of the field and Cash, as blustery as he is, knows he’d never survive a fight with Jack Reed. Jack’s most important duty is operating the cutting edge, steam powered ghost trapping machine that Cash has designed. Heavy, cumbersome and complicated, only someone as strong of body and mind as Jack Reed could carry and operate it.

21 – Red Giant & the Solar Sword

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

THE STORY STARTS HERE!

… continued from Character #20, Blue Bazooka…

… the RED GIANT!

Alden Barron was working as a farm hand on an Iowan farm plowing a field when the saucers streaked across the sky.  The trio of disks came to stand still after an impossibly quick stop and hovered over a grouping of silos adjacent to the ethanol plant run by the farm.  Blue circular ports on the under side of the vehicles began to glow and blue skinned humanoids armored in gleaming silver metal armed with silver rifles crackling with energy.  Barron looked on in shock as the invaders turned their weapons on everything in their paths, letting loose bolts of lightning smiting anyone caught in their line of sight.  Amidst this show of power the ground shook knocking Alden to the ground, still a safe distance from the chaos.

True to their United Nation’s sanctioned word, a contingency of Constellation agents arrived at the scene and joined the alien attackers in battle.  Another quake shook the ground toppling a silo full of grain.  Constellation agents were distracted from the fighting to save a group of trapped farmers and engineers.  The weapons of the intruders once again began to fire and wreak havoc.  This time, however, their electrifying volleys were joined by massive beams of intense light from their hovering saucers that gouged massive trenches in the ground.  Again the ground shook.  It shook for a long time with increasing intensity ending with a large fiery boulder erupting from the ground landing near a thrown Alden Barron.

Barron looked over and saw the broken remains of the Earth-born missile.  Among the shattered remains of rock was a golden gear-like wheel.  The aliens saw it too.  All three flying disks moved toward the wheel and Alden.  They were thrown backwards off course by an unseen force.  On the ground, armed alien infantry was likewise knocked back, many falling into freshly wrought trenches.  This time the cause of their misfortune was obvious as the Man of the Moon descended from the air with his staff held high with the Forbiddenaut not far behind.  The lunar hero pointed at Alden and told him to protect the Solar Sword, indicating the golden gear.  Alden moved into position just as a rifle wielding invader charged from the opposite side.  Alden reached the wheel first, but slipped and fell onto it.

The golden wheel was still excruciatingly hot from its journey through Earth’s interior but Alden did not notice.  Alden Barron was consumed in blinding light as crimson fire exploded from his body.  Alden began to grow in size becoming a hulking thirty feet tall giant with burning hot skin.  The golden sun-like gear had also changed, shifting and releasing a blazing massive blade burning with the same energies that coursed through Alden’s transformed body.  The Man of the Moon looked on impassively and directed the confused Barron to aid in fighting the enemy.

Leaving smoldering foot prints behind, the RED GIANT made short work of the three flying alien craft, cleaving them in twain with his flaming sword.  The ground troops tried to escape the wrath of this new foe only to be captured by Constellation heroes.

The Man of the Moon identified the captured blue-skinned warriors as Donarrians who search the universe for artifacts to use in their eternal wars.  Alden has been linked to the Solar Sword, which he carries strapped to his back, and can become the fiery Red Giant at will.  Alden has a new life as a member of the Enforcer’s new Secret Soldiers.

Not all new extra-normal humans have such patriotic blood running through their veins.  Take, for instance, the case of…

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#22-Cat Astrophe

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Cat Astrophe is the whirlwind dervish of destruction. Leave her home alone too long and you take fate into your own hands. Don’t let her cuteness fool you, as long as this little tornado is around nothing in the house is yours, it all belongs too her.

Day 22: Metin and Brae

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Hey- Hey Metin! Guess what I can do!
go away brae i need to read another book and a half before this afternoon.
But I can do a headstand!
i don't care go away.
Oh hey, can I have some M&Ms?
if it will get you to leave me alone.

 

 

#22 High Chieftain Andragga, Son of Drugoth!

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Ten years ago a crazed (axe wielding) European noble was exiled to Japan by an aristocratic court for a crime he didn’t commit. This noble promptly escaped from a maximum security mansion and took control of Japan. Today, still wanted by his noble peers, he survives by conquering the living hell out of nearby countries like China. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you want your country pillaged, maybe you can hire… High Chieftain Andragga.

While not too keen on his new home, he has taken full advantage of their advanced weapons research for his wider campaign against his old friends in Europe. Atop his mostly-loyal giant cat steed, Jones he is a terrifying sight on the battlefield.

(…and that makes 8 in the ‘Extremely cute (and very evil) dictators of a fractured future Earth’ Series.)

#22 Endellion Devinee

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Endellion is a Knight of a Court of Farie. He is a pureblood fae. And when Riordan comes back to the Court he soon befriends and starts to fall for her. Endellion is usually a cool and kind gentleman, but hurt those that he is loyal to and he’s far from a gentleman. Endellion becomes one of Riordan’s most trusted friends, and he would do anything he could for his Court’s mistress.

#15 Twan Yee Soo

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

#20 – Half- Arachnidian Dreamwalker

| November 22, 2011 | 2 Comments

A half- arachnidian is seen as an abomination by most human tribes, but can live in the shadow of it’s terrifying inhuman parent only if brought up by a slave- a proposal that would put the already endangered prisoner in even more trouble. The only saving grace is that, as the half- arachnidian devellops, it gives off no mamillian scent, making it invisible to casual searches from the monsters. The sad part is that most slaves, unless they possess demonstrable value in a trade or craft, are also food.

A half- arachnidian that can survive to puberty gains the enhanced mental powers of it’s human parent, combined with the superior senses, blinding speed and strength of the arachnidian.

This one, and it can be surmised that for now he is the only of his kind, has escaped from the deep barrows of the arachnidians, and through it’s foster parent’s inclinations and tutelage turned to mysticism, and now wanders the edges of the wastes, where it can sense people’s dreams with it’s incomprehensibly enhanced sense of smell.

#22_Explorer

| November 22, 2011 | 2 Comments
"Explorer"

"Explorer"

#17 Collin Forworth

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

#16 Beeble

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

#22 SnortStomp

| November 22, 2011 | 0 Comments

Large Tyrannosaurus-type animal. Named after the last noises that you’ll hear before he bites your head off!