Welcome to my character portrait gallery

For anyone who is wondering, Wednesday became 'black Wednesday' for me because I cannot draw mid-week!
In fact I'm sure the rainforests mourn Wednesday too by the amount of paper I tear through in frustration... so this is a blog for all who know what like it is to regularly shout at their pencils
Oh yes it's also all about fictional characters plus interviews with them, yeah, that too :)


Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Xmas ^^

Ho Ho Hmm...
I'm not great at festive things but here's a group shot anyways.

 Cheers!

 We're wondering who took this photo as the only person obviously missing from this group is Ezra's blind sister Arian...also we're pretty sure there was a competition for the most camp elf costume here, Jet naturally wins although Alyx has it a close second.
  
 Also, also, I'm totally not bitter that I wasn't invited.
Totally.

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Sooo...badly captured from left to right/foreground to background to foreground are: 

Lenya, Amber and Petra dressed as angels, Argo and Charrock behind a centre-stage Panda and the ever-tall Hvidsten, then Ezra and Alyx above Jet - Si'Ra is somehow entangled with the tree at the top right and Cyan's hair skims the right-hand foreground. 

Which leaves only one thing left to say and that is 
 'Pass the turkey would you?'

Merry Xmas!! :D





Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Happy Birthday Jethro! :D

Here's the image my beloved requested for his 24th birthday, one of Lire and Keir (because their names rhyme of course - why else?!) We think it turned out rather nicely so hope you enjoy. 

'Anything You Can Do.'



Saturday, December 15, 2012

Ben Cyncaid



Well what more can we say about young Adeth? Ok so we didn’t actually say that much in the first post but then he was one of our very first interviewees. He’s still the sincere sort, still stands 5ft 4in tall and still looks like a malnourished sixteen year old. Thankfully this time around he was considerate enough to wear a shirt. In return we made a point of not calling him Ben and tried not to ask too many questions about his family.

Adeth describes himself as a soulful poet; one, who we note, can’t help but wear his heart on his sleeve. For the most part he is shy and socially withdrawn. He expresses that he finds it hard to trust others and that it requires a lot of confidence-boosting to get him to lower his defences. An honest and open intellectual, he is awkward at first but a pleasure to talk to once his nerves are settled.

Adeth remains very cagey about his past and immediately closes off when we mention his sister. The subject of Ann is obviously one steeped in guilt, brewed to the point where his eyes glaze over with oily film at the mere mention of her name. Being passive-aggressive he switches tack to show us some of his poetry. Whilst this is probably meant to distract us the pages of words he presents only serve to reveal more of his deeply troubled psyche. His poetry is abstract, emotionally bipolar and idealistic; it tilts between themes of repressed anger, elation, remorse and hope.

Now we’re not doctors but it strikes us that Adeth must be suffering from depression and that the ‘thing’ he refuses to talk about is the root of his mania. Shockingly he wasn’t too enthralled to hear our theory and met the idea with a cardiac-inducing glare before announcing his imminent departure. We admit we were taken aback by the sharpness of his temper and surprised to spy such a virulent flash of vengeance in his usually soft violet eyes. Which reminds us, Adeth has this fun thing where his eyes change colour making him look more like this:


Of course by ‘fun’ we mean slightly disturbing.

It’s atypically a vampire trait, loss of pigmentation in the eyes particularly when hungry or emotions are heightened. It is not clear why their eye colour fades from its original shade through yellow to white or indeed why Adeth has this trait. Reflectors in his eyes suggest Adeth also has night vision; however he confesses to being very much a day person, is partial to sweets and thankfully doesn’t burst into flames upon exiting the studio.
 

Monday, December 3, 2012

Tahl Nihil



Another to add to our list of psychopaths is Shiiath’s right hand man, Tahl Nihil. A murderer by trade, Tahl greatly enjoys making friends and finding ways to dispatch of them. He is what you might call ‘slightly unbalanced’ with a tendency to commit antisocial and violent acts and a failure to feel any guilt about them.

At 47years old he works beneath Shiiath as an enforcer and agent for Lukas. This job includes in the field tasks such as information gathering, creating alliances with potential targets, killing targets and ‘acquiring’ items. Standing a respectable 5ft 11in Tahl is a well-known degenerate, an abuser of the magical arts and an outcast from his homeland.

When questioned about his past Tahl speaks candidly about the facts. He tells us that his father was one Amren DeNihil, a rejected member of the drow, and cutthroat criminal without reform. Amren was punished as with all drow criminals by having his glyphs seared red and the prefix removed from his surname. To add insult to injury Amren then married a pale ordic woman named Sophie Astir, and their resulting child, Tahl, was scorned before his first breath. Ergo, like his illegitimate father, young Tahl DeNihil was often in trouble; it didn’t take much for him to earn the red mark and lose that precious prefix from his own surname.

What Tahl doesn’t reveal are the more twisted details of growing in a skewed household where manifestations of love were lashed, displayed feelings were literally ignited and any self-esteem was bolstered by regular electrocution. It is likely his emotional distance stems from these early years. He certainly learned his fa├žade in that time, a warm and friendly persona that he now presents to us. Unfortunately it is painfully obvious to the majority of our staff that he is putting on an act, a mishmash of mimicked interactions that prove whilst he loves trying to fit in he’s actually not very good at it. Still he maintains an air of calm and continues to speak despite being aware that we see through his egregious lies. His biggest fear is having his true personality uncovered, something we’re not keen to aid in overcoming as we hear it results in various forms of death.

Moving on he explains that he currently identifies himself as Sen Tek (an extropian convert), a key sign of which being the two splits in his once sheer elven ears. He defected from his birth species for several reasons, none of which relate to his father or a dislike of the drow, even though carrying either resentment would be justified. Mostly he fears being disliked and finds he relates well to stereotypical Teks, those who appear as cold or as emotionally depraved as Tahl is himself.

From his awkward demeanour it is clear that Tahl is unable to experience love or establish meaningful relationships. He possesses a deep desire to control the people he meets and once secure he has gained their trust he indubitably terminates their friendship. 

Trust is a weapon Tahl greedily extorts, a sensation that sickens him and a concept he ultimately fails to understand.