Red Forest

Just a piece I promised my BFF and dearest, Logan, combining her terrible obsessions with faeries, geisha girls and paper cranes. Whose awesome? Me.

And here's the WIP. This is the first piece I've ever inked using a paintbrush and a vial of india ink, and by the gods it's now my favorite method of inking.

Gettin' Wilden Up in Here

BEHOLD! A SEA WILDEN! In short, the Wilden are a DnD race from the Feywild, they're defenders of nature and are living embodiments of it. Typically they're tree-based, but my friend Brian thought there should be at least one that didn't come from the forest. That's how this guy was spawned! He's comprised of coral, anemones, living fish and a king crab. The orbs sticking out of his stomach are almost like fish-tank tumors; the fish are able to swim around in his body, providing him with a rough circulatory system while the fish get a home and food supply. His left arm is actually a king crab, the shoulder is the majority of the crab itself, while one of the crab's arms is large enough to act as an arm for the wilden. And here's the work in progress:
This wilden on the other hand, is a lot less special, he's just a DnD character concept I have. Cross, Wilden Seeker. Unlike other wilden, his interests lie in the jingles of coins and the feel of gems, rather than the earth he walks on or the sky that watches him. He speaks with a heavy australian accent and favors a superior crossbow. and a good smoke.

NYAAHHH

Very similar to the last Orea picture I drew, it's the newly stylized Jam. This is also just me playing with my prismacolors, for a dollar a pencil, I damn best be usin' 'em. But yeah, the only issue I have with this is that Jam is usually carrying a lot more equipment, so I just need to think of a way that she quickly drops it when its fight time without just dropping it. You'll also notice Jam isn't as sharply drawn as Orea, that was intentional, Jam's supposed to be the loveable sidekick, not the complete bad-ass.

RAGEEEEE!!!

I actually really like this piece. Not only was it done on the part of the page reserved for space-filler, but I'm improving a bit with the new Prismacolor pencils. I'm also trying to push the style a bit more, exaggerate, add a few more details here and there. Though I do have the strangest obsession with line-weight...

FOOLISH SAMURAI WARRIOR! v2

The updated version of the last gnomish samurai after it went through the approval process and had to be edited. Now it's more geisha-esque with the makeup and traditional colors. But as a flavor element, Kin Kohana, gnomish swordmage will always have cherry blossom petals magically wisping around her and moving with the spells she cast and flurrying about when she gets angry. Hopefully later her familiar will either be holding a paper lantern or be a living paper lantern.

Deva Druid

It is 1:36am. I am just finishing this piece. I have to be up in less than 4 hours. Fuck.

FOOLISH SAMURAI WARRIOR!

So now Logan and I are both in an unofficial DnD group, my gnoll assassin still has to be designed, but I figured I'd get Logan's "Gnomish Samurai" out of the way first. We're playing a 4e game so Samurai wasn't a class like it was back in the days of 3.5e, so I had to improvise. Her options were a Halfling Tempest fighter or a gnomish swordmage, and the fact a WARRIOR could use MAGIC seemed to fascinate her so she picked a swordmage. Her laziness also carried over to the table since her main way of keeping her enemies in check is, not to teleport TO THEM like most swordmagi, no, that requires too much effort, she teleports THEM TO HER.

Reforging

FEAR NOT, the garb Orea's decked out in was just the result of my boredom, she still wears her usual, casual attire for her asskicking and badassery. THOUGH, I figured such a special little lady needs an even more special blade. Especially since the last one was based on an Urukai design from LOTR. This new one, still has the same inscription as the last, only now it makes a truer reaping tool, and it functions as a hook for Orea to swing from if that gutter is just out of her reach.

Pants Practice

Since almost all of my characters, males included, seem to be decked out in skinny jeans, I figured it was time to expand a bit and learn how others types of pants move, flow and fall. Ignore the blotches of darkness, it's from a terrible scanner. Though a lot of the darkness is shopped out...meh. The majority of the work is done with a 5H pencil, I just went over and refined the pants with a regular HB pencil.

I'm Sorry

But I love this:

The Only Interesting Day of Winter Break

Naturally I'll preface with a bit of art to lure in those with short attention spans:
Ah, retrospectivity. A long time ago, longer now it seems, there exists a place only found in your dre- oh wait no, this little lady came from the terrible minds of Kimothy and I, but has been resurrected as a cameo character in the comic. Her name is and always was Evana; she was the original main character of my comics for as long as I can remember attempting to make them, back when Kimothy was my co-writer. She was a rogue, then a shaman, then a druid, then a sorceress, then an illusionist, and then a wizard, in that order. Those were the days when Orea was only a sketch on college ruled paper, and a story in a leather-bound journal, when Orea was Evana's smart-mouth sidekick, accompanying the ever-changing character of Nathanial who I never wish to speak of ever again. But yes, Evana will probably be making an appearance or two in the comic, just because I can. :3

NOW FOR THE BORING, NON-ART/COMIC RELATED STUFF.

My day: woke up, ate, went back to bed, woke up, ate, got dressed, got money and got abducted. By Logan no less, but no worries it was planned. We headed to the woodbridge mall in her hello-kitty mobile, no, I am not kidding, the innards are plastered with kawaii desu kittens and pink everywhere. But after being deafened by a Taylor Swift CD, we popped in some System of a Down and it was smooth sailing to the mall. Our main objective was to purchase as much Mana as we could afford, and thank the gods we didn't, but I'll address why later. Naturally, after my caffine-related needs were filled, I was dragged around by the leash from clothing store to clothing store, judging all the clothes and the people buying them. Though we did stop at a native-american-style store where I bought a celtic "Earth Connection" necklace, since they were out of Bear Totem necklaces. Then I was dragged around more until I started to bitch and complain that I was hungry and we got Cinnabons. Now here's where the humiliation starts. Logan then insisted we go in the photo booth and take pictures, as long as I didn't pay, I would reluctantly squeeze my rhino-esque frame in there. If a picture says a thousand words, be prepared for four thousand swear-words.
The first photo is the only one I can stand to look at, mostly because the manas I could fit in my gaping maw, blocked my hideous death-mask of a face. Also, regardless of how it may seem, I did not enjoy the licking I'm getting in the last photo. But after another hour or so, we left the mall and of course, forgot where we parked...in the freezing cold...with winds that want to shred us to ribbons. After realizing we were on the totally wrong side of the mall, we scampered around the perimeter of the mall, not having enough sense to go back inside. But the car-related problems only got better when Logan started to drive on the wrong side of the road. Though, the drive to dinner went better than expected, my knuckles weren't white from gripping the hand-rail but a bit of a pale-pinkish. So we arrive at U-Yee's, the most awesome sushi place evvaaarrr. Order 7 rolls of sushi, now seeing as a roll is 6 pieces, that's 42 pieces of sushi between the both of us, including a few extras that found their way onto our plate. We just ordered whatever had the coolest names, ninja roll, godzilla roll, the NUMBER ONE roll, and so on. Now here's why I'm glad I didn't raid the mall of their manas. When it came time to pay, we expected the same price we had when it was Logan, Sam and I. It was twice that amount and neither of us were prepared. Logan was having a mental-breakdown in the bathroom while I had my outsides in Calm, Cool, Collected mode, but was going through a lesser degree of a breakdown than Logan was. We emptied our wallets and pockets, pooled our money and had literally just enough to cover the bill. Then I had to listen to an hour of apologizing on Logan's part for making me cover the majority of the bill. That was all she was doing on the drive back to my house. But naturally, once home, my home, Logan decides she's going to pull up a chair, get comfortable and stay a while. We played Spyro, since Spyro was voiced by her celebrity man-crush, Frodo Baggins. Then when that got boring, we turned on my blue ray of Coraline, and got a quarter of the way through before she had to run off.

And that, despite how negative it may sound, was not only the best day of winter break, but an awesome start to 2010. IT CAN ONLY GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE!

A True Abomination

I honestly and truly hate this piece, it's a gift for my friend Logan, and since she went to sleep mid-production, I was left to my own means to finish it, luckily all that was left was the background. THAT is the abomination. I'm not even sure if I should disgrace deviantart with this, but I probably will.