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Returning Challenger — Robin White
Hi everyone! My name is Robin and I’m a Canadian living in Japan who does a webcomic called Doodze — A Tiny Epic. It’s a cartoony fantasy comic that I like to describe as a cross between Smurfs and Lord of the Rings.  I took part in the 2011 30 Characters challenge, completed it (Yay!) and had a great time… though I don’t think I’ve used any of the new characters I created… yet.
Last year I skipped 30 Characters, but this year, in spite of having enough stuff on my plate, I’ve decided to join the fun again. I just can’t help myself…
This year I’ve chosen a theme: Monsters! I’ll leave you with a couple of samples of my work, one that’s a quick sketch and one that’s inked and coloured:
Tune in tomorrow as I begin  30 Characters in 30 Days 30 Monsters in 30 Days!
Hugs,
– Robin (www.doodze.com /Â @doodze on Twitter)
Day Fifteen: Vid-helm
Just because a girl still lives on tape doesn’t mean she’s a damned hipster, just, archaic.
~Tosche
Day Thirteen: Mr. Spilts.
His mind is grateful for the distraction the fall affords it.
His knees are going to hate him.
~Tosche
Day Eleven: Ardent Way
It had all lead to this, she’d put in a hell of a lot of effort to get this far, the odds had been far out of her favor and yet she had triumphed. A cup of coffee, altogether too hot and sweet, was hers. Triumph.
The darting eyes of waiters under thick black hair and too much pressure from the obnoxious American canoe competition team on table four had not looked her way, the steaming pots of cheap coffee and weak tea poured by without ever diverting in their path to her table but still she had triumphed over the odds. With a cunning combination of feminine charm and obstinate determination that comes from paying a ludicrous fee for the breakfast buffet she had broken through the ranks of waiting staff to her goal: the coffee. Kind of a shame that it tasted so awful.
~Tosche
Day Ten: Mystic Oats
A hairy hipster with magic in his hips and cosmic weight on his shoulders, blessed with phantasmagorical finger powers and cursed with sweaty socks — unwashed for going on three days now.
~Tosche
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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