September 8th, 2005
Just go ahead and email me, Rel. I don't see why not as far as that group shot ... I guess the latest I could send it is sometime early January if you want it in
late January. I mean, you're in NC and I'm in GA so it shouldn't take that long ...
So hey, yeah. I'm up for charity comissions, anyone who hasn't asked yet feel free.
I'm gonna get to work on the ones already lined up. tricsterpriest asked for one too, so that's at least three here.
In the meantime, here's some stuff for myself. Wellstar's first storyarc for Mutants and Masterminds ended this last Sunday and I haven't gotten around to raving about how awesome it was here.
And indeed it was filled with much awesome.
First, here's a cute pic I did for Millicent. It's Guardian Sphynx's human form, Inu Rahotep, hangin out with Pat Alex. And for the record, both Dozer and Guardian Sphynx agreed that dating each other was great, but trying anything as two women would be kinda weird. (Try not to mind me in the corner there, I'm a goofball)
So, hey, I've gotten quite a few comments (almost all of them from Rangerwickett), that Dozer's dual life is really freaky. And, yes, it is thank you very much! However, now Dozer knows why it's like it is. Dozer's memories are fuzzy, is imune to age, and hasn't slept since 1945. Aside from seeming to just not need sleep, he's downright horrified of it and pops caffiene pills like candy. In fact, high levels of caffiene are what it takes to induce its transformation from Pat Alex to the Dozer. The first memories it has are waking up in a lab, years and years of rather painful experiments, and then getting tossed out onto the streets when apparently he wasn't a successful experiment.
When Dozer got to talk to the ghost of his
old friend a few sessions ago, he found out that he'd been an experiment subject in Nova Industries and Technologies. Nova had been attempting to splice human DNA with samples taken from an alien body. He was the only test subject even near successful, the other two had transformed into "something else" and promptly died. Caffiene was able to suppress any kind of transformation in Pat Alex, and the ghost warned Dozer that if he did fall into unconciousness, that "something else" would more than likely come out for the first time since the mid-40's. He was also told that what he began as was indeed a man. So that answered at least a couple of Dozer's questions on life, but ended up making oh so many more.
Well, everyone else in the group started trying to figure out what was up with Dozer and what might be inside of him. When all were done speculating, they decided to simply call whatever it was that lay dormant inside of Dozer "The Else."
So during the last fight of the campaign ... Dozer totally botched a Will save vs. a telepathic blast. I don't know, I think somehow I willed it to happen because ever since seeing that Wellstar was building up to something cool I’ve been practically chomping at the bit to see what would happen when he finally fell asleep. Wellp. It happened. Wendy and Ralph begged me to use a Hero Point and I just shrugged.
Well … Almost as soon as Dozer hit the floor his eyes opened again, and changed into something Else as he stood back up ...
... Which, to everyone's surprise, began attacking the main villian. Overman had to restrain it before it got too violent, and the Bantam quickly pulled out caffiene (being the most paranoid of the group she'd taken to keeping it on her in case something "bad" happened) and shoved an entire bottle's worth of caffiene pills down the Else's throat.
When Dozer awoke as himself (though as a woman) again, and the fight was over, Dozer informed everyone that for a moment he'd gotten to speak to whatever it was in his dreamlike state. The Else hadn't been angry, vicious, or vengeful ... just very, very sad that she (ah,
ha! Now it begins to almost make sense!) wouldn't get to see the sun again. Unagi the Mystic put Dozer in a hynotic state (much to Dozer's horror) in order to allow everyone to speak to the Else. Dozer said he'd allow the Else to finally come out part of the day, despite his still great fear of sleep, and everyone else more or less agreed. Dozer expected words of caution from Bantam or Pulse, but for once even the most paranoid of the group threw caution to the winds.
So even if she is an NPC, and very new to the world, the Else has joined the Century Sentinels in order to learn about the new world she's on. Much like Pat Alex, both of them have forgotten their lives before each other. Everyone has now taken to calling her Elsie.
Again ... I'm a goofball.
Anyway, lotsa text there. The last two are from the same setting, but may or may not ever enter plot. They're both members of a group in Philedelphia, the Dark Defenders. Each of them are undead in some form or fashion. This is Maximillian Hell, voodoo created vampire.
I would draw the third member, but last night I realized I had absolutely no clue how to put Greek armor on a skeleton. Eventually I will, but for right now I simply sat there staring at the page. More research is in order!
The leader of the Dark Defenders is technically a mummy, though he's lookin pretty good for himself thanks to a help from Osiris himself. This guy (who as yet doesn't have a normal name), was an aethiest who died in a car crash and had his body donated to science. Who it ended up in the hands of was an Egyptologist who was, in the name of science of course, trying to find the nuances of the mummification ceremony. He had himself and his assistants perform one on our hero to the letter. What they ended up doing was attracting the attention of the great Osiris (after all, he hadn't seen a ceremony done like that in quite a while), who allowed a fake life upon our mummified hero. His job is no to vanquish evil in the name of Osiris, and will not be allowed to fully die until his task is finished. When that will be is anybody's guess, but his near-immortality has allowed him to take a lot more hits than most, and whenever he "dies," he instead takes a brief trip to the Epytian underworld and then sent back. Our mummy took the name that those in the underworld began to call him, Shen-Sbai, not realizing that it roughly translates to a little joke they were making: Revolving Door.
Wow, lots of stuff. I will be getting to work, but the last of this week will be moving in a fourth housemate. The poor guy is from New Orleans, and he's not sure how much of his stuff has made it one piece ... but I guess I'll be finding out later today when he gets here.
