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Male Elf Priest, tall and slender (tall for an elf, shorter than most humans), wearing a simple tunic with green and brown colours, and has a breastplate ontop of that.
Carries a light wooden shield with an silloutte of a large tree made on the front of the shield, which is his holy symbol which he also got on a silver necklace he is wearing.
His weapon of choise is an Elven Thinblade.
He is almost middle aged and got a few scars, but none which are defiguring or deform his appearance, but clearly marked by hardships with a kind of empty look in his eyes.
He got a small shine to him, as his planetouched nature enhances the reflection of light his skin gives.
He got orange eyes and long dark blonde hair, and while he is not pale in complexion, the shine from his skin probarly makes him seem more pale than he actually is
On his back he got a soulstaff strapped, which is a powerfull artifact staff made of darkwood with an adamantine top, which looks like this: .
Those 3 glowing rubies it got 3 of in each end, but only the top got the adamantine working
EDIT: Oh, for other facial features, I could imagine they would be close to Kevin Costner, but with the above mentioned difference (slightly glow to the skin, orange eyes and long darkblonde hair, probarly a bit curly as well)
Can't pass this up! I'm an artist as well but your stuff far surpasses mine.
Locke Lamm:
A tiefling with light ashy skin, white hair, and two small black horns on his forehead. He's more of a 3.5 tiefling rather than a 4 ed tiefling. He's a rogue who uses sawtooth sabres.
Noteable gear: Goggles of minute seeing and eagle eyes. Standard rogue gear other than that and his sawtooth sabres. Amulet of protection, rings of deflection, etc. He has one piercing in each lobe and a pierced ear on the top of his left ear that he has a ring in. His ears are also pointy, though not nearly as pointy as elf ears.
He's young, around 20 years old. He's a kind hearted soul in a world that hates him because of his race but he's not out for revenge. He has light blue eyes. Other than that, do what you want with him and have fun man. He has a slender build, but not lanky or really skinny. He's fit for his size. I'm definitely looking forward to seeing this if you do choose to do him. Thanks! Sorry I couldn't think of an actor he looks like.
Also if you need any more info, feel free to post here or send me a message.
Last edited by Otherworld Odd : 05-16-2011 at 05:31 PM.
Old character but my favorite. First; celebrity looks like: Splinter from TMNT.
Eyes: cold blue glowing eyes
General body: undead
Weapon: looks like a glowing sword or lightsaber if you will.
Clothes: fighting robes
Fur: dark
Age: young
Deathly aura around him
Prehensile Tail
Insanely dextrous and wise (+ high AC meaning monk like)
Short, like a gnome
Rat-Like claws and teeth; good at digging
Very strong mind
Think, Rat-Jedi
Clad in a black cloak, tattered at the bottom edge, he wears a black breastplate armor(not the spanish style), engraved with runic symbols, with small shoulder guards, similarly engraved, to allow maximum movement. From his cloak's grasping pins on both shoulder, near the neckbones, drop strips of black cloth that mingles with the cloak's edges. He have his hood up dropping low in the middle of his eyes, white hair can be seen cornering his face. Bare arms exept for large black steel bracers ending into fingerless gauntlets. He wear heavy boots with reinforced shin guards. A tabard drops from underneath the breastplate extending to the knees. In his left hand lies the scabbard of a katana and in his right hand lies a katana whose blade seems to be made out of darkness. Strands of shadowy energy emanate from Soran.
I hope I gave you enough details, feel free to ignore things that arent clear and add paterns of dark green as a finishing touch and to diversify the otherwise nearly monochromic character.
Also if possible to have him done in the same style as your 3rd picture.
I'd like one of my favorite characters, Selvian Harrowlight, a Mul (Half Dwarf/Half Human) Druid drawn. He is very old and bald, apart from a narrow beard/goatee thing. His flesh is pale white, and his face is in the shape of a narrow oval that gets narrower the lower it goes. He has a cruel, vengeful expression on his face and wears tattered priest robes of Pelor (sun god, you probably know that already) that are bearely recognizable. A cracked necklace with a sun etched upon it hangs from his neck. He's tall enough, not freakishly so, but still quite tall. He is very thin, but muscular and he wields a long staff. His face is scarred, but not horribly so, only slightly. He wears a fur belt, from which a collection of daggers and other weapons hang, and he accompanied by a rather large badger of human intelligence. The badger was born in the Underdark, so feel free to add in purple or red fur, or another trait that identifies him as an Underdark-dweller.
Backstory, in case it helps: Selvian was born a slave in the Underdark, he and many others escaped captivity and fled through the Underdark. They should have died off in a matter of days, but they encountered a city of Braxhin (Badger People, homebrewed). There, they stayed for quite a while, where Selvian befriended the tribe's leader, a monk and learnt peace of soul. He learnt martial arts, before finally escaping the Underdark with the love of his life and his badger, Casihelnis (Elven for Herald of the Crimson Dawn). In the surface, Selvian became a preist, worshipping the first thing he saw upon reaching the surface: the sun. His life was good, at first, but one day, a group of drow, led by a wizard attacked the city whilst he gave his sermon, his wife was killed before his eyes. Driven mad by rage, he burnt down Pelor's church and hid in the forest. Realizing what he had done, he prayed for forgiveness and spent many years meditating in the forest, until he was in tune with nature. Since then, he has attempted to redeem himself, stopping evil forces and doing what must be done, no matter the price. He has a strange sense of morality, commiting unspeakable acts in the name of what is good, as long as, in the end, it has a good result.
Mad-scientist-esque middle aged dwarf with a passion for explosives, hearty ale (of course!), and the scientific method. Greying hair and beard, full lab coat and protective gloves, slightly portly, with a ridiculously overstuffed backpack of alchemical devices that makes the encumbrance section in the rulebook cry.
Nutshell: Blend Doc Brown (Back to the Future) with Doc Horrible (of Sing Along Blog fame) and Doc (from Snow White). Add one Pathfinder APG and season to taste with a bad scottish accent.
Might I say that those are some DAMN impressive drawings man? Yes? Those are some damn impressive drawings. I have two characters, the more important one being first (by that I mean higher priority for me).
I think this ones pretty tough.
Flob:
Male Raptoran Half-Dragon (Pyroclastic) Fighter
Red eyes, originally had black feathers.
He uses a bastard sword in one hand without anything in his other hand.
Wears mithral full plate.
He was a little over 6 ft tall.
JACKED BEYOND BELIEF (as in like, 50 strength).
Bjorn Jortunbrund:
Male Human Fighter
He has blue eyes, long blond hair and a long blond beard (about down to mid chest level, unbraided).
He weilds a mithral eleven curve blade (pathfinder version) in both hands.
He wears mithral chainmail.
Highly dextrous. Moderately strong (14 strength) and fairly hardy (14 con).
About 6'2" and 165 pounds.
Another thing of note: he was caught in a burning building at the beginning of his adventuring career, and suffered some major burns. Do with that what you will.
Here's some backstory/his campaign journal (Be warned, its EXTREMELY long, only read the first few paragraphs for the backstory):
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Journal Entry One
It appears that I was horribly injured. I do not remember much from the past couple of days, only that my last conscious action is that I ran into a building to attempt to rescue some of its’ residents from a fire. I think a support strut fell on me. I no longer feel as I once did. I am weaker, less dexterous, and less hardy than I was but four days prior. Sitting in this sick bed is starting to drive me up the wall, but no matter. I recently received mail from some unknown man, telling me where I can get my vengeance for a prior event. Ah, how foolish of me! I haven’t told you, whomever has gotten a hold of this journal, anything about me!
I am Bjorn Jortunbründ, recently discharged soldier. I would rather not speak about why I was discharged, but I think it will suffice to say that there were some… less than acceptable acts done on my behalf. Good god, it seems like everything has just gone wrong recently… Well, now that I think about it, I believe that you should know why I was discharged. Two weeks ago, a young lad by the name of Thomp Thompson, was taken, and I believe I know by who. That damned Gaedren. Well, I searched restlessly for a week or so, asking many people if they knew the whereabouts of a child, I would say, “Have you seen a child, no older than ten years of age, with long, dark brown hair recently? He also has green eyes, brighter than the most expensive of emeralds. You would know who he is by seeing him.” Well, one man did say that he “might know where he is, with a bit of ‘persuasion’.” I gave him my last eight gold pieces, and he tried to run off. Enraged, I threw my Elven Curve Blade at him, and killed him on the spot with it. I retrieved the gold and blade, and than found my superior and told him of the event. He was angrier than I expected, and I was discharged.
Two days later, I see a burning building, and rush in to try and get anyone inside to safety. I got out an elderly woman and what appeared to be her two grandchildren, and heard another scream from inside. I rushed in again just in time to see a young woman, no older than 18 years of age, jump from the second story of this building. I ran to try and get out of the building, but it appears that I was too late. Something heavy fell on top of my, and I could not remove it. Miraculously, I have survived to tell the tale, but my muscles do not appear as strong as they were, nor does my body feel as hardy. For the past couple of days, I have been within this hospital resting and having my burns treated. Thank god they still think I’m in the city guard here, or else I would have a pretty hefty bill to pay at the end of my stay here.
I plan to leave this city when I find Thomp. I want there to be great stories written about me. That’s why I originally joined the city guard, but it quickly became apparent that there wasn’t really going to be any opportunity for fame, so I was bored. I constantly dreampt of going out and adventuring with a group of likeminded fellows, but have never got the chance. But I believe that this hunt for Gaedren may open some doors to me that were previously closed. But I must not forget the main purpose for me going on this mission; I must find Thomp and bring him back to his home safely.
Journal Entry Two
Earlier today, I woke up in the hospital and was told that I was being released. I was thrilled to be out of this place, I never have really liked being under the care of someone else. Whilst I was taking off my bandages, I found something odd. There was a card in them, saying “I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street
at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.” Rather odd to find this message, but I decided that I should go, if only to have something to do. I arrived there a little early, and discovered a note on the table. It read, “Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please, have a seat while you wait. The basket under the table contains bread and drink for you.” Well, I ate some bread, and accidentally ended up drinking all the wine. Ah well, things happen.
About fifteen minutes later, the others arrive. There is a kobold, that I cannot remember the name of at this moment, followed by some horrid looking serpent beast. All he mentioned about his past was that Gaedren had kept him in a cage for the beginning of his life. Maybe his serpent is an imaginary friend come real through some sorcery? I shall further ponder on this. There was a gnome, who called herself Ackippy, or something along those lines. He was one of those forest people, and was followed by a bear by the name of “Sergeant Grumbles”. I quite like the bear actually. She told me that she has lost a child to Gaedren, and would like him back. Poor woman. Next came a half-elf mage, who has said nothing since the beginning of this whole thing. Odd, I must get him to speak and learn more about him. Last, comes Curtis Kassic Prime. Quite a nice man, though a little barbaric for my choice of company. He told me a touching story, about how he has had an awful childhood, and was forced to work for Gaedren, and was beaten near death when failing at stealing. He than apprenticed under an armor smith for a while, and, later, got in many fights. He went to jail, built an orphanage, which later burnt down, and generally had a life I don’t really comprehend.
Enter Zellara, the young woman who asked us here. She does some odd voodoo magic tricks; I don’t really pay much attention to them. Something about inner turmoil and we all have a personality change in the past. Big whoop, I could have told you that without a deck of cards. She tells us that she lost her son to Gaedren, and tells us we should go slay him. We all gladly accept, and set off. We reach the docks, and sneak into his warehouse through a side door. No one is in this first room, and, whilst exploring it, Curtis opens a door, and there are three children in there, and a pirate. He orders the children to attack, and they follow his orders, though I do wish they hadn’t. The pirate deftly dodges several attacks, and I run in and slice him in twine. The children all sprint off, except for the one that the bear grappled. After some convincing, we convince Ackippy to have Sergeant Grumbles release the child. We loot the room, due to a need for equipment and whatnot. We find some silver and copper, take the items that were on the pirate, and I come up with the idea to put it all in a closet that’s in this room, and lock it with a key from the pirate. We than move on to the next room.
This room contains a mangy looking dog, which I quickly sprint at and kill with a single stroke of my mighty sword. I thought fighting was supposed to be a challenge? Nothing of interest in this room, and we move onto the next one, which, whilst containing four chests and two beds, contains nothing of interest. Curtis and I move on to the hallway near by, whilst the smaller folk enter a room that neither of us think we can get into, due to a jammed door. There is a crazy looking man in there, who, according to the kobold, threw vials of acid at him. I quickly kick down the door on the other side of the room, and we all charge in and attack the man. I do not land a single blow on him, be we over whelm him with our numbers, and soon he is dead. We stow his equipment in the closet that we put all the other stuff in earlier, and continue on.
Now, this is where things start to get a little sticky. We enter what appears to be a production room of some sort, containing many children, and one large half-orc. Well, this is an odd man. He starts giggling and telling the children to attack us. I quickly charge at him, but miss my attack horribly. Cue the children mob. They seem to just mob around me, the serpent, and the unconscious Prime, who had earlier attempted the same maneuver I had tried on the man that I shall refer to as Giggles. He runs around whilst we all try to fend off children, who are attacking us with pitchforks and daggers. I attempt to hit them with the flat of my blade, but I feel so poorly about it, I seem to miss every time. The serpent kills one, but I can’t place blame on it, it is an animal. I think. Well, my other party members attack Giggles, and, upon his death, the children stand down. You think they would take this opportunity to overthrow this man but, whatever. I collect up their weapons, as well as the items from Giggles, and stow them in the closet. We stabilize Curtis, and continue on.
We go outside the building, and cross a dock. Curtis, the Serpent and I all get to the boat that I believe houses Gaedren, whilst the kobold escorts the children back to Zellara’s house. Well, Sergeant Grumbles and his master, Ackippy, make it about halfway to the boat, with the half-elf following a little behind, when suddenly, the dock under the half-elf collapses, and a shark comes swimming up. “Ggrreeaatt…” I think to myself. The shark takes a nice chunk out of the magic-man, and well all start running to the rescue. I throw a dart at the creature, and hit it in the gills, and it starts to bleed profusely. The snake also attacks the shark, and appears to wound it fairly well too. The half-elf swims a little ways away, but the shark follows. The serpent slithers across the wall above the dock, and sticks its’ tail in the water for the mage to grab. He grabs the tails, but is bitten again by the shark, and is now unconscious or dead from the looks of it. I see one last opportunity to save him, and, from a stand still, make an absolutely massive fifteen-foot leap across the gap, land, and throw a dart at the shark, killing it. I’m not ashamed to say that I felt absolutely amazing doing this. Well, the serpent grabs the mage, I stabilize him, and we head back to the boat.
I kick down the door to get into the lower part of the boat, and see cobwebs all over the inside. “Eugh… spiders” I think to myself. I do hate those things. Well, a cat sized one comes crawling around the corner. I swing at it several times, and fail to hit it. It bites me successfully twice. Ah well, just a light nip at the toes, really. Our druidic friend uses some sort of magic that creates acid above the creatures head, and it dies. This is where we are right now, and I have taken but a few minutes to write in my journal so that I might not forget the events of today.
Journal Entry Three
Well, what an eventful and tragic day this has been. Wait, it hasn’t even been a day! Merely several hours now that I think about it… wow, quite a lot has happened in this short period of time. We entered the ship, and went down into the hull, where there appeared to be a slow leak, but that was no matter, we managed to fend off the small spiders that dwelled in this part of the ship. Simple. Next, we walked below the fishery, and reached a door. The kobold, Firk, and his snake went through first. This room was of quite an odd design. It was what I would approximate to be thirty feet wide by sixty or seventy feet long, and contained a long desk, with a horrible man sitting at it. This man was balding, with a big of white hair left on his head, and had a hunched back. He mocked us, obviously knowing of our past run-ins with him. Well, soon after he finished his taunting, while we all stood in shocked silence, I charged him through this foul smelling room. My first attack missed horribly, and he laughed at my feeble attempt to harm him. His pet alligator, short before this, had attempted to climb up onto the floor, there being a pool of water about ten by twenty feet by who knows how deep in the room, but had failed miserably. The kobold, and his snake, attacked the alligator. The kobold missed, plunging his spear into the water, but the snake struck true, dealing some damage to the beast. I couldn’t tell if Kurtis was doing anything or not, I think he may have been protecting the half-elf for the first part of this battle.
Well, my second attack on this horrid man struck true, and, with a strength I feel very rarely, I cut him clean open, and he died very soon after I struck him. We all turned our attention to the alligator, and soon, we had damaged it enough that it tried to escape. In my blind anger at Gaedren and this beast, Gobblegut, as it was named, I dove in after it, and hacked through its’ hide, killing it. I had a bit of trouble swimming back up, what with my armor and all, but soon got up. We promptly went about looting the room, and found the head of Zellara, who, through a Harrow Deck that her spirit possessed, she explained that she had actually been dead for weeks, and, contacted us through some magic, and gave us this quest that we have gone on. I then, disturbingly, discovered Thomp Thompson, the young man that I had been searching for, dead, hanging by his toes from the ceiling, missing his arms. Gaedren was truly a sick, sick man to do something like this. I got him down from the ceiling, and wrapped the body in some old clothes that we found in a room near the one we were in, and, for reasons unknown to me, the Firk decided to tunnel through the floor, and we climbed through to the surface.
We went to the cabinet to retrieve some of the stuff I had previously stored in there, but, alas, it had been broken into and the items within had been stolen. We walk outside to find that the city is in a state of panic; the king has died, looters are everywhere, and the marines and hell knights are doing their best to control the city. I put down Thomp deciding that, though my emotion attachment with him being very strong, having known him for five or six years now, there are bigger matters at hand. We sped off towards the market, needing to heal up our half-elf friend, and come to a group of houses, in a horseshoe shape, with six men with various improvised weapons attacking what appears to be a nobleman. I yell for them to stop, and do my best to talk them down, but that goes… less than great. I, in my nervousness, accidentally insulted their mothers’, and they became hostile towards me. I quickly applied some new-found oil that made my weapon more dangerous than ever, and prepared for the ensuing fight. It was mostly uneventful. No damage was dealt to me or any of my group-mates, though Kurtis did attempt to bribe the assaulters into attacking the nobleman, apparently to keep them from harming me. I guess it worked? I don’t think it was a great plan, but, hey, who am I to complain? I survived, the nobleman survived (though with a numerous amount of wounds), we got paid by the nobleman, and we continued on our way to the market. Lucky for us, the market was being safely guarded, so we handed over our weapons, and went about our shopping. We got some healing for our friend, we sold many of the items that we found, I bought some potions and healing of my own, and the others are still doing their shopping whilst I am writing this.
I feel that, while I am writing, I should explain who I got this odd weapon that I use now. It all goes back to my childhood, when I was learning to fight from mom and dad, both former adventurers. Mom was a dexterous woman, and loved to use daggers, rapiers, and whatever others weapons that let her use her nimbleness to great extent. Dad was a little more… forceful about the whole thing, and loved to use great swords, bastard swords, etc. Of course, both of them wanted me to use the type of weapon that they used, and so I was trained in both types of fighting. I could use either a dagger, or a great sword, to great affect. My training was superb, but, soon after I joined the city guard, my parents were called off to an adventure of great importance, and I have not seen them since. I have confidence that they are still alive; they were no weak individuals, even at their slightly older age. Well, one lazy night, me and a couple of the guards were sitting around, our shifts having just ended, and I look over at the elf. Now, normally I avoid associating with these weak types, but I was interested in something. He normally uses a bow, as one would expect, but I noticed a sword on his back. A two-handed sword, at that. I thought to myself, “why would he have that, he’s not very strong, right?” So, I ask him why he has the sword. He informs me that it’s called an “Elvin Curve Blade”, and that, unlike any other two-handed weapon of its kind, can be used much more precisely than, say, a great sword. Well, I try it out, and quickly fall in love with the weapon. I buy one of my own, and now it’s the only sword I am willing to use. Beautiful weapon it is. Ah, wouldn’t mom and dad be proud, having finally found a weapon that applies to both of their combat styles?
Journal Entry 6
As I go to write this entry, I have realized something horrible. Journal entries four and five have gotten covered in sludge! Damn that sewer beast… I will do my best to summarize what has happened recently, though my memory is a little fuzzy. We went to see the queen, our kobold flirted with her guard, and the guard hit the kobold a lot, as well as kicked Kurtis in the gentlemen’s region. The queen rewarded us for doing… something, we got some gold, met an extremely drunk man named Grau, turned out he was a guard, we brought him back to his station, got rewarded and than we were asked to assist in something. Due to the recent chaos in the city, we were asked to work as vigilantes of the guard, stop a former guard by the name of Verik Vancaskerkin, who was speaking against the queen, and all this at a nice place called “All the World’s Meat”. Well, we enter the shop, question the owners, Maldur and Boldrago, about Verik, get nowhere, they threaten us, we fight, Bjorn and Company prevails. We fight some meat packers, Prime almost gets killed by a pig, but luckily, I was able to jump into the pen and toss him out to be healed by Alkippy. We go upstairs and find Verik, attempt to negotiate, but that doesn’t go so well, he attacks us, and, after a very tough battle, a solid half of which I was unconscious for, we knock him unconscious, and take him back to Cressida Kroft. We Collect our reward, find out that the meat was people, but, after a vote from the party, decide not to tell the people, and are off. She than comes and tells us about another thing that we must do.
There is a man, who, for the life of me, I cannot remember the name of, from Cheliax, who has been meddling in affairs around here. We are told to find the spider king, and soon do. After paying a large sum of money (500 gold!), and me winning a rather interesting and violent game called “Knivesies”, in which only one of my four other party members bet on me, he gave us letters that would incriminate this man. We bring them to Cressida. She tells us to go faff about for a couple of days, which we do post haste! Soon, we are called back, and told that a young lady has been found who is rumored to have assassinated the king! We run off quickly to find her and save her from the mobs so we might interrogate her. On our way to where she lives, in the slums, a massive sewer beast, with three eyes, three tentacles, and three legs, bursts out of the ground before us. I sprint at it, and am immediately knocked unconscious. Luckily, I am quickly revived by Alkippy and Irtimid, our half-elf sorcerer. I stand up, as a few spells are cast at the beast by Irtimid and the kobold, as his snake rushes up to the abomination. I swing at the creature, and with a massive hit, open a large wound in it’s’ stomach. Almost directly after this, Kurtis, with strength I did not know he had, smashes the creature in its middle eye, killing it. Then things got weird.
As the creature fell, it gave us a beautiful lament about its life thus far, and as deeply moved by this story as I was, I ran a few feet away from it. I came back, and found people talking about the good life that this sewer-thing had lived, and, after the creature had apparently bequeathed all it owned to us as it lay dieing, the villagers brought its items from the sewer and we sold what of it we didn’t want to keep. I started crying tears of confusion, which apparently brought the beast back to life, and, uh… it kind of skipped down the rest of the street, and left into the sunset… yeah… I got a very nice sword-cane out of it all, and, though I don’t think I will ever use it, it is a very nice item to have, just in case. After spending what felt like an eternity walking through the streets and being given false directions to this woman’s house, we find out way there through dumb luck. I kick down the door, and see the woman sleeping in her bed. Odd as it was, I wake up and try to touch her, to see that she is made of naught but light. We are now in hot pursuit of her over the roof tops.
Bud, I think I freakin' love you. Got any more pre-made art btw?
Wow. I really love that lizard-man-woman-thing...whatever it is, it's AWESOME!
Well, I guess I'll give it a shot: Murbella: A female Dark One (think basically taller, albino human, if you don't know what Dark Ones are) Rogue/Ranger/Assassin. She's relatively young (mid-20's) and is almost nymph-like in her attractiveness, but her beauty is obviously hiding a stone-cold heart. I imagined her facial features resembling Maggie Q. Reference:
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She dresses in dark blue and grey silk over her studded leather armor. She obviously enjoys dressing in sexy clothing. She notably carries a shortbow (with a quiver and arrows) and dual kukri's (one of which is an Angelwing Razor, so it looks quite a bit fancier than the other one). She's also never without a few daggers hidden about her person.
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People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-to-effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.
Riven Greycloak: Fighter/ranger clad in green & brown camo patterned banded mail, liberally festooned with weapons: bandolier crowded with daggers & darts, shortsword sheathed upon the right hip, two daggers upon the left, and two katana upon his back with both hilts protruding over his right shoulder. One of the katana hilts has black & silver designs upon it, vaguely arcane in semblance, and if the blade was exposed, it would be black in hue with only the edge glittering of steel. Also wears a tattered grey cloak, a 4 inch fang serving as the broach, with the hood pulled back. I picture him as resembling Boromir/Sean Bean, but scruffier and with black hair pulled back in a queue/ponytail, with a grim expression.
But anyways, thanks for the interest and kind words. I'll start with Iceforge since he was first, then draw whichever characters catch my fancy after that. Sorry if i don't get to your character, but I'll try...
You've opened the floodgates, my friend. I hope you're prepared for the consequences.
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Originally Posted by The Doctor
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-to-effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.
But anyways, thanks for the interest and kind words. I'll start with Iceforge since he was first, then draw whichever characters catch my fancy after that. Sorry if i don't get to your character, but I'll try...
Woho! Take that everybody else who is not me! :P
Thanks, appreciate it, your art is truly amazing.
By the way, this is the piece of art I am currently using for my character, but I am not that fond of it, as it didn't catch what I wanted and I have a peeve with those exceptionally long elf ears and V shaped faces (rather like your faces which are more U shaped) that Warcraft seems to have made popular for elves
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Alfons von Krueger
Male human, mid 20's, average height and build.
Healthy complexion.
Blonde hair, crew cut, van dyke beard.
Gray eyes
Notable gear: Purple silk doublet and matching breeches, purple and black "pimp hat", rainbow-coloured cloak, black leather boots with folded cuffs that reach up to mid-calf. simple black leather gloves. Carries a kukri and poniard, both made of steel. He somewhat resembles a young Kenneth Branagh.
EDIT: Glad I found this thread when I did, it's probably going to be popular!
Check it out! a thread for absolutely beautiful art of characters!
Oh Yes! Requesting my main Roleplay character. Feel free to choose between his casual clothes or his armor. It doesn't matter to me which one you decide to do him in.
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Harnel Caleb Therishein
Gender: Male Race/Species: Half-Red Dragon Human Age: 26 Alignment: Neutral Good Class/Profession: Harnel is a soldier and adventurer, a warrior by trade and has been training since he was about twelve years old Description:See the Image below. His scales are red, and his hair is black. Something missing from the image is his new set of equipment and the fact that a reality rewrite has given him wings, which have a wingspan that's about twice his height
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Personality: Harnel is distrustful of things he doesn't understand, and tends to tense up an unfortunate amount, which can sometimes cause him to be a bit surly. Once he warms up to something, or has his mind taken off it (such as with food) he becomes quite a bit more personable and easier to deal with. He also never goes anywhere without his sword, though his armor he could do without if need be. Always within reach. Yes, even then.
Around those he trusts, Harnel is much friendlier. He'll drink with them, share stories about his life, and even hit on women, but it takes quite a bit to reach this point properly with him. He is also a very driven individual. once he has set his mind on a course of action, he will see it through until it becomes apparent that he can no longer continue or he has accomplished what he has set out to do, but he will not shrink away from aid in these endeavors.
He has a deep seated fear that he will never be loved. this is mainly because in the world he's from Half-dragons are things to be reviled and feared, sometimes even killed outright. It's the reason for much of psychology. Equipment:
Casual:
He now wears a blue tee-shirt, a heavy black leather jacket, and brown fatigue pants. On his waist is an attachment to his belt - a harness that can support his thunder hammer, which is sitting sideways across his back so that it's only a small distance away from his hands if he needs to grab it.
Combat:
Iggy made an outfit of remarkable armor for him that even covers his feet, tail, and along the top of his wings, covering his entire body with interlocking plates made of a blueish silver metal the maker of the armor calls "Iggium". Because of the properties of the armor and how it was made, it has similar properties to Adamantine while still being much shinier. He carries the same Thunder Hammer as when he's in his casual garb
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Awesome. Better get in on this before stuff gets swamped. =D
Midian:
Male tiefling rogue
Roughly 5'11"
Toned, but not muscular (In shape)
Pale skin (Tiefling trait, always pale)
Violet eyes (Tiefling trait)
Sharpened teeth (Tiefling trait)
Black, 'devil-shaped' spade tail (Tiefling trait, see 'Tiefling' entry in Pathfinder Bestiary for reference)
Long, black hair (About to the middle of his chest)
Black chain shirt (Basically a chain "T-shirt)
Bracers of Murder (Black bracers on both forearms with a red blood droplet-shaped gem in the middle of each)
Plain black pants
Black boots
Weapon: Heavy sickle (Shaft is about 2 1/2' to 3' in length; shaft is a dark brown wood while the blade is black, but the metal of the cutting edge of the blade is blood red.)
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If you wouldn't mind... any of these, all of these, whatever you feel like doing...
Shichirou, the Fist of Heaven
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Admittedly more anime-esque then the others, but still has a very fantasy feel to it...
Shichirou is a human martial artist, more of a brawler than your typical practitioner. He's fairly strong physically, but he's even stronger spiritually. His fighting style is very much an extension of his nature; he pours the strength of his essence into every attack he makes, which can result in some pretty fantastic consequences, like wreathing his hands in fire, shattering a boulder with a single punch, and hurling someone into the sky.
Appearance-wise, he's not quite pretty or ugly; he's got short pale-blonde hair, and sort of a rough-cut look to him. Shichirou is both very driven and very foolhardy, so he probably has a determined look on his face and such.
Shichirou once sacrificed his right hand to the gods; in return, they rewarded him with a magical replacement made of a golden metal, etched with sutras and such. Also in his panoply is a magic silk gi he wears, an elegant cloak that goes over it, and a pair of metal bracers that seemed to be crafted from prayer strips.
Oh, a quote, right...
"I will inspire mankind to heroism, and I can't do so by losing to the likes of you!"
Tykoga Rae, Crime Lord
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Tykoga Rae is a Twi'lek from the Star Wars setting. He's both a noble and a scoundrel, very refined and more than a little pompous. Tykoga is the kind who wears the finest robes possible, but also goes to the expense of having them blaster-resistant. He's an aspiring Crime Lord, very crafty, and ultimately a self-interested, self-motivated person.
Of course, as a Twi'lek, he doesn't have any hair, but his lekku are fairly impressive. Tykoga is fairly tall and thin, and his skin is an azure color (though since this is black-and-white, I suppose that's fairly inconsequential). Even when things are tense, Tykoga usually maintains a veneer of relaxation and control.
Quote? How about... "I spared no expense to ensure my victory. Can you say the same?"
L3nNĄ, Hacker
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L3nNĄ, or "Lenny," as he goes by when he's not on the Matrix, is a dwarf hacker. He is very self-assured of his own skills, but knows that his heists would be a lot tougher without his teammates, and is thus a very big proponent of the power of "teamwork." Unfortunately, he also has to put up with that nobody else in the party is really sure what his job is. Thus, it's not so much that he's overconfident; it's more that he knows what he can do. As a hacker/rigger, he's got a lot of little gadgets he relies on, including a number of drones that he frequently deploys. He's got quite a lot of cyberware, but the vast majority of it is inside his head, so you don't have to do much to depict it. Probably very nerdy-looking, has a pair of big goggles with fancy HUDs and whatnot running in his peripheral vision, probably wired to some fancy-looking cell phone-type device (in reality, both of these devices are superfluous; he does all his hacking in his head).
Oh, and the clincher? He's only sixteen.
His quote... "I suppose you guys didn't check for a security system, did you? Luckily, I took the liberty of defeating it already."
Arch Whitman, Malkavian
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Arch is a physically-frail looking human vampire, who looks like he's in his forties. Arch wears a pair of horn-rimmed glasses to hide his sunken eyes, and has a very evil smile. His dark brown hair is a little on the longish side, and very unkempt.
Amongst other vampires, Arch puts on a veneer of insanity to keep them from being suspicious of him. Even amongst humans, he still acts very eccentric. Due to his "cracked mirror" nature, Arch is very insightful, and uses this supernatural insight to his advantage over others at every opportunity.
Very little is above Arch; if it will ultimately advance his goals without putting him in danger, he will do it. Note, however, that Arch is neither "Stupid Evil," nor is he a coward. He recognizes the usefulness of other people, and cultivates friendships that he ultimately benefits from.
Outfit-wise, he could conceivably be dressed in almost anything, but he prefers a white lab coat or a jacket from some prestigious college; as a scientist in life, he still holds on to some of his mortal trappings.
There's a plethora of amusing quotes from Arch. This one should serve well enough... "It's a good thing I'm your friend; if you'd told this secret to anyone else, they likely would've exploited it..."
Though admittedly, none of these are technically D&D characters.
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Sounds awesome, I like your artwork. I should have already left home, but have to jump on this. Thanks for anything you create. :)
Wearing a perpetual scowl, he stands a little over 6 feet tall. Clad in an ornate full plate fashioned in the shape of a dragon’s scales, he is wielding a glaive. His black hair is mired by a lock of white, almost the colour of steel. His piercing eyes have a faint green hue.
His face holds a mustache and small trimmed beard, but both only show the neatness of military man. Though he seems not to have any emotion on his face bar glowering, he remains a step back from the situation, considering possibilities, ready to lead his men.
Notable gear: The metal arm shaped to resemble a dragon’s scales. A pendant that ends in a flat circular disk with a slit through it (sorry I’m vague on this). General pouches on his waist.
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Awesome. Better get in on this before stuff gets swamped. =D
Midian:
Male tiefling rogue
Roughly 5'11"
Toned, but not muscular (In shape)
Pale skin (Tiefling trait, always pale)
Violet eyes (Tiefling trait)
Sharpened teeth (Tiefling trait)
Black, 'devil-shaped' spade tail (Tiefling trait, see 'Tiefling' entry in Pathfinder Bestiary for reference)
Long, black hair (About to the middle of his chest)
Black chain shirt (Basically a chain "T-shirt)
Bracers of Murder (Black bracers on both forearms with a red blood droplet-shaped gem in the middle of each)
Plain black pants
Black boots
Weapon: Heavy sickle (Shaft is about 2 1/2' to 3' in length; shaft is a dark brown wood while the blade is black, but the metal of the cutting edge of the blade is blood red.)
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I would say he's already swamped my friend. >.>
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It's okay, I still like hearing ideas for characters. I see this as a mutually beneficial relationship. I get to use people's cool ideas and not use my brain as much, and they get a hopefully cool drawing. :)
Yay! I've been wanting a drawing of my favorite character for ever! Hopefully he "catches your fancy" enough to entice you to draw him:
Mensharr Hessarrain
Race: Anthropomorphic cat. Quite like Puss n' Boots from Shrek (Although bigger; he's Small sized, about 3'6"). He's technically a rare species of wildcat that was transformed by a demi-god nature spirit, so here goes as good a description as I can manage:
His fur makes a grey tabby pattern. His ears are more pointed than a typical housecat's and have tuffs on them, like a bobcat's, and the end of his tail has a tuff too (like a lion's). Like most male cats that don't get neutered, he has a "mane." It's not big and grand like a lion's mane, but just generally longer hair around his face (like a man with big sideburns and a chin-beard). His eyes are green (And cat eyes, obviously). He's technically young (About early twenties in his species' years), but that's kind of hard to tell with a cat.
Proportionally, his body is a bit longer and his legs are a bit shorter than a human's, and his feet are still basically paws (his tail is as long as his body). His hands are a bit different: his thumbs, while still opposable, rest in the direction of his other fingers (not the opposite direction, as with us monkeys). His claws (basically his finger nails) rest along the inside of his fingers, in such a way that when his fingers are held straight, they are hard to see, but when he forms a fist, the claws fold out right beneath his big knuckles and can be used to slash with.
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To imagine this, interweave your fingers, and then bend your fingers on your right hand while keeping the fingers of the left hand straight. The fingers of your left hand would be like his claws.
The first phalanges (his finger tips) still have pads on the bottom like a cat's paws and are longer than a human's finger tips proportional to the total finger length, but they are obviously not paws, and can be used to manipulate objects with great dexterity (the whole anthropomorphic thing).
Basically, he's a bipedal cat with functioning hands, not a monkey with cat-like features. That's an important distinction to make, but not quite as obvious as it might normally seem.
Clothing: Mensharr wears studded leather armor, but it's most likely hidden by his shirt. He wears a simple shirt and leather trousers, as well as big boots. All of his clothes are in earth tones: dark greens and browns. He's a very robin hood-esque character. However, his society is a simple, live off the land type, and his clothing reflects aspects similar to native american clothing. His right ear is pierced near the base, and he has a long, braided totem with some small, glossy green feathers hanging from it.
He fixes all of his clothes when he gets into combat, meaning there's probably some poorly done sewing or patch jobs, especially near areas he's most likely to get hit. He wears a hat just like Puss n' Boot's hat, except the feather in the hat is long and glossy green, almost like a very long quail feather, just green instead of reddish-brown. He wears a grey cloak (a cloak of elvenkind, so it is likely more finely made than the rest of his clothing).
Equipment: Mensharr weilds a rapier (he's left-handed), which was made by his society, so while the metal-work is fine, the hilt will have the same simplistic and "native american-esque" style to it. It also has a totem similar to the one hanging from his earring hanging off the end of the hilt. He also has a similar style shortbow and quiver that he carries across his back, and he has a side-saddle bag that he carries on his right hip.
Personality Traits: Some personality traits that might come through in a drawing: Mensharr is a rogue/swashbuckler, so he is incredibly agile and dextrous. He's also a very smart guy, as well as very focused (and incredibly Lawful Good), especially when fighting. His people's deity, the nature spirit that awakened them, is a giant, golden leopard. A symbol of the head of a roaring leopard is probably worked into the totems in his ear and on the hilt of his sword. His sword and armor are heirlooms that he inherited from his father, so even though they are magical, they are probably still a little beat up, as they've been in use for a long time.
That should be it. If I remember more, I'll edit this post. If you do decide that Mensharr is worth your time, could I ask you to do it in landscape? I'd like to have such a picture as my background for my computer. Thanks a lot!
It's okay, I still like hearing ideas for characters. I see this as a mutually beneficial relationship. I get to use people's cool ideas and not use my brain as much, and they get a hopefully cool drawing. :)
Oh I wasn't saying it was a bad thing at all. Your work is great and this was truly a wonderful idea to build your portfolio up. Character ideas are awesome as well, I've been going through and reading them myself and I'm not even drawing them. =]. It's really cool to see what people have come up with
Name: Grlump the Elder Race: Gnome Class: Barbarian
Glump is a portly gnome with a long grey beard who wears all brown. A short brown tunic, belted around the waist. Darker brown trousers with locksley boots. He wears a long cloak with trim at the bottom.
Scar down his face, crossing his left eye and liverspots on the top of his head (he's balding on top) He has a large double handed axe, up to you where you want it to go.
Grlump is a jovial character, quite often eating to satisfy his enormous appertite. I can imagine him with a leg of mutton or something similar. He is quite carefree and not particularly smart, more happy-go-lucky. When I played him it was a rather silly campaign. I ended up with him eating the body of an enemy he slew.
Hope this interests you enough - can provide more info it more info is needed
__________________ Grlump the Elder, a Lvl. 5 Gnome Barbarian with a penchant for food.
Rethmar, Champion of Cauldron - Male Human (Stunted Half-Dragon [Adamantine]) Fighter, Exotic Weapons Master
Based off of my avatar, which I created as a GiTP version of him.
His father was a black dragon whose DNA wasn't formed perfectly, and therefore his offspring had less dragon traits than one would expect from a half-dragon.
During his adventuring, he struggled with his black dragon traits, as would a tiefling. He undertook a ritual that allowed him to change which species of dragon he was, and he chose/was chosen by the Adamantine dragon (Dark purplish).
Appearance: Effectively, Rethmar looks human, but his skin fades darker near extremeties, has horns that wind back toward the back of his head, and scales in select parts of his body. He has dark eyes (purple, if one was to look close enough), and dark hair. He's about 6 feet tall, 30 years old.
He has a powerful stare, daring anyone or anything to challenge him. He is always looking to fight, to prove himself that he can overcome any odds.
Armor: Rethmar wears a suit of white dragonscale armor, with stylized pauldrons. The plate is decorated with swirling dragon design.
Weapons: Rethmar wields a bastard sword in each hand, which is the basis for his Exotic Weapons Master class. (3 or 4 feats to be able to do this well :P)
His main hand is a sentient mage-hating sword named Mageblight, upon whose blade lay 3 runes. In his left hand is Darkrazor, a dark gray (ghost touch) blade with a few streaks of white spinning through the steel lazily.
Anything else that strikes your fancy, go crazy. :D
Firstly, I want to join in the praise for your fantastic artwork! You truly are gifted at your craft!!
If you ever have the time to get around to my character I would greatly appreciate it!
Name Kallion
Race Dragonwrought(green) Kobold
Class Sword Sage
Alignment Lawful Nuetral (with some slightly evil tendencies)
Kallion is an epic level sword sage that specializes in shadow hand maneuvers. His only weapon is a small dagger that he keeps hidden in his cloak. He doesn't wear any type of armor, just a hooded black cloak. His demeanor is cool and calm. He doesn't waste effort with flashy moves or showing off. He Instead stands idle(or hidden), calmly observing his foe until he's ready to strike.
Preferably, I would like to see this character simply standing with his hood up and hands closed beneath his chin. Also, i think it would look cool if you could create a swirl of darkness surrounding him to portray his knowledge in shadow hand maneuvers. I plan on making this character a prominent NPC in my next campaign.
Thanks in advance! (assuming you actually have time to do it amidst all the other requests.)
I assume you'll never get to this post, but if you do, I have three requests; pick your favorite. These don't represent my characters but the ones I DM for.
Cheiropompholyx
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Eladrin (High Elf) Warlock. Holds a long, gracefully curving longsword with arcane runes etched into the blade. He has the tall, graceful stature of an eladrin nobleman, but the jerky, erratic movements of a madman. His skin is very pale, and his eyes are vibrant orbs of solid green. He wears a glass mask over his face, which shows an expression of intense and gleeful insanity. Despite his madness, he is fiendishly intelligent, and can think his way out of any situation he can't burn or teleport his way out of. His hair is long and black, with streaks of purple, and he wears it loose. He has a magical black cloak that he can step into and disappear, which he wears over his black leather "armor." His most prominent characteristic is the enormous floppy black hat he wears, much like an oversized musketeer's or cavalier hat. He gets his powers from his patron, a powerful fey trickster spirit, and is a big fan of fire, teleportation, and the color black.
Aelar
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Elven Ranger. Holding a scimitar in each hand and a quiver and longbow on his back, over the classic green and brown elf cloak and tan hide armor. His hair is long and brown, pulled back in a sensible ponytail. He has a ruddy, slightly-rounded face with the beginnings of a short, curly brown beard, and he wears an arrogant smirk as comfortably as an old cloak. He is also mad, but it is a quieter, more subtle insanity than Cheiro's, and it manifests itself in more subtle ways, like a joy for battle and a secret hatred for all things elven. He has no less than twenty daggers hidden somewhere on his person at all times, and is secretly a drow spy.
His face is somewhere between these two pictures.
Arkhemer
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Dragonborn Paladin of Pelor. Proud son of a mighty warlord. He has rust-colored scales and a glowing golden suit of plate armor, with a symbol of Pelor on the chest. He wields a flaming warhammer, which he ignites with his fiery breath, and has a steel shield painted with a symbol of Pelor strapped to his other arm. The only sane member of the party, he spends most of his time fighting evil and wrangling the other two members, who follow him only because they owe him their lives. He is honor-driven above all else, aside from his love for the sun god.
EDIT: Due to the other posts about Pelor, I feel the need to point out that I'm referring to the 4th Edition symbol of Pelor, which is much more simplistic, and looks like this:
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Well then, sir, if you're volunteering your awesome skills...
There's a monster that haunts my nightmares:
Arcani
The Arcani are a specialized form of Inevitable, a spirit of abstract law. The Arcani are Law at it's most senseless, bureaucratic, oppressive, mindless, emotionless, thoughtless and terrifying. They exist to enforce Law indiscriminately, treating the most petty act of littering with the same gravity as treason or deicide.
The Arcani "itself" is a featureless iron mask. There are no markings for any facial features on the mask, but it does form a very vaguely triangular shape to fit the nose. A seam runs down the centre of the mask. The eye holes are large and oval shaped, the oval thinner than it is tall, and nothing can be seen through them except empty whiteness. This whiteness shows up even in utter darkness - it's not a light source, rather a portal to nowhere.
The mask, when placed on a humanoid, binds to flesh and transforms the being into an Arcani proper. The Arcani has the base physical structure as the base creature, but it's dress becomes uniform with the rest of it's kind. An Arcani wears a heavy navy grey trenchcoat over a black chain shirt, which itself is worn over a long-sleeved black singlet. It also wears gloves, long pants and covered shoes. An Arcani carries an unadorned, mass-produced longsword and a hand crossbow for weapons. Normally Arcani keep the hood of their coat up, which prevents any skin from being seen whatsoever.
I've had a picture or two done of this thing before, so I have a specific request for pose: I want it standing, with it's sword in the ground, hands clasped and head bowed in prayer. Sort of like a sick mockery or slavish imitation of religion, something it's going through the gestures and motions for despite being completely incompatible with the concept.
If you do this, I will give you the biggest high five ever.
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Tykoga is fairly tall and thin, and his skin is an azure color (though since this is black-and-white, I suppose that's fairly inconsequential). Even when things are tense, Tykoga usually maintains a veneer of relaxation and control.
