"In my mind, it saw a cat--" - Ellteo, having sketched This One on the freebie forums. Colored it and added the missing element of Samson's kitty familiar.
Uploading the profile illustration picture. In case it's unclear: Belt contains 3x vials w/red liquid (strapped together), 1x knife 1x gun, small pouch.
Finstarnessi 2-year anniversary picture. "New party" and "Old party" in chibi style (with bonus GMNPC). Oscar Harville, Edith Wright, William P. Jones, Christine Anderson, The Red Pawn, Henry/Julia and Alice Evans.
Jumping the pride month bandwagon. :P Julia and her bff-husband Terry though both of them would stare in blank disbelief were someone to try and explain the concept of "gay pride" to them. They'd warm up to the idea though
Really old WIP from my pre-tablet days. I don't think I'm ever going to finish it but it's a pretty good reference for her hair and the state her wings ended up in in Hell so I gotta upload it. Facial features not canon.
In Pathfinder she'd have had this lovely fellow to keep her company! With the DMs approval the usual drow light sensitivity issues would've been mitigated with the use of these tinted glasses.
Henry/Julia and The Red Pawn. Symbols of their times - one of technology and tamed lightning, the other of fire and chess imagery. The cog and the pawn - both analogues giving forth the idea of every little piece counting towards the success of the whole.
Headcanon stuff. I'm a fan of the "infectious humanity" and "eyes are windows of the soul" tropes. Here we see The Lying Actress's memorabilia and living loved ones making This One take on more human-like qualities in its behavior and appearance.
This one is standing by its gateway to The Fade, all dressed up for its role. The red scarf is due to its final life before taking on the job being that of the founder of Red Pawn.The engravings show a fraction of the lives it has passed through.
Another series of quick pictures of Henry/Julias' dreamworld/sanctuary. This time showing their dying dream as they passed away from their werewolf-induced injuries... huddling by the fire trying to wake up, dreamscape darkening with every attempt...
Sitting in your sanctuary, on the shores of the most pristine forest lake, dressed like some aryan druid, unable to drop the cross that you've burnt into your flesh and sucking on a cheap cigarette just like "I'm so bloody done with this magic bullshit"
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