I must say, I am impressed. I love what you've done so far, and I encourage you to put up a gallery somewhere of other fantasy/sci-fi/whatever art you've done.
Now then, I have a challenge for you, I rather interesting character I've played for some time now. If you aren
Lierath (elven for arcane mistress as from races of the wild)
class/level: warlock/11 (class from complete arcane, like sorcerors only even more innate and less flexible. Power comes from either demons/devils or fey (Hers is devilish in origin and passed by blood. Primary attack is a beam of arcane power fired from the hand. Also has numerous other abilities.)
Gross qualities: female elf, 5'0" tall. 101 lbs. Physically her body is 124 years old (young adult) and almost completely unmarred, unlike a typical mercenary would be.
The character started his life as a male changeling mercenary named Rho. (yeah, bad things happen). He was the charismatic leader of his small band of mercenaries, the Gideons. Their jobs have taken them from Breland to becoming embroiled in the defense of the halflings of Talenta from the elves of Valenar. They then traveled to Karrnath with teh halfling matriarch to acquire support for the halflings from the undead legions of the Karrnathi army. To help smooth things over they were hired by Karrnath and had to track down teh people killing the messengers. Anyway, a tough battle and one arrow-punctured warlock later (Hey, the cleric died too...just his body didn't get disintegrated by a party member detonating his necklace of fireballs while it was around his neck.) Anyway, the party manages to secure Rho a reincarnate from a friendly druid and raise dead the cleric. Rho wakes up in his new body as a young nubile female elf with a good appearance score. Gender confusion ensues.
Rho was a bit of a pervert anyway, but we won't go into that. He was laid back and knew how to have a good time. Still does. Now he comes back as an elf? A she-elf? Anyway, she has a hat of disguise to replace her change shape ability. She also bought a whip and put ranks into intimidate...but we won't go there. Mostly he/she prefers a dress military uniform with the Gideon shoulder patch (illusionary of course) or sturdy, comfortable adventurers garb.
equipment: chain shirt, belt with about a half-dozen wands in it, buckler, whip (nonproficient), and rapier. Her warlock invocation that grants her flight manifests as a billowing cloak of shadow as well if you feel up to that. Other illustratable powers include her ability to channel her blast through a melee weapon and protective swirling wind that blocks ranged attacks.
I'm not quite sure what I see when I imagine this character, except the blast and maybe Harrison Ford smirk/grin. Of course, her only loyalty is toward her squad and reputation so tends to be somewhat chaotic in dealings with others. So, just as easily could have a mad grin. Dying and losing your manhood but gaining other fun bits does strange things to a guy. Er...girl. Agh!
I also see you say you enjoy drawing warforged, let me break two down for you that might be fun to illustrate. The first fits your style more I believe.
Zero: Zero is a mithral body warforged soulknife. He wields his glowing psy-longsword and shield with merciless machine-like efficiency. He hates the fleshies which used him and his kind and threw them away like they were nothing. He prides himself most on being focused and efficient. Zero works for the lord of blades and answers directly to the lord's right-hand man: Domo. (the other WF...in a previous campaign determined that the other races were not fit to rule themselves as they kill and cheat each other. Only warforged domination will ensure peace.)
Zero in action: He runs up the side of the tower and spots the incoming lightning-rail train. He runs back down to warn his comrades. As it slowly comes around the curve the five warforged grab ahold of the middle car and swing aboard. Zero slides open the door to the full diner car, the passengers turn toward the open door and the malicing figure within with shock. Stepping inside, Zero says "get to the front, NOW." When noone moves he draws forth his soulblade and throws it in one swift motion, and suddenly a glowing sword is sprouting from the crimson chest of an elderly man. "I said MOVE."
Domo: Domo is a adamantine body artificer. He wears a shield on one arm. His belt is stuffed with wands, he wears a bandolier of scrolls in cases across his chest, and carries a satchel of potions. He wears a magic item in every body slot and his forearms contain wand sheathes, one with a magic missle and one with a scorching ray. Domo blasts things. He also has numerous homunculi. He has two dedicated wrights (grey, stunted, foot tall misshapen dwarves with hammers), one furtive filcher (1/2 foot tall tall humanoid wisp of shadow), and one expeditious messenger (cross between a tiny dragon and a winged lemur, squirrel sized).
Domo is stoic and does what needs to be done. When a member of their party became irreversibly corrupted by an artifact sword, he and the cleric of the silver flame attacked this member in his sleep but failed to instantly kill him, hoping that death would break the curse. Took them two rounds instead. When the other 2 party members showed up to fight against them Domo and the cleric dropped them to unconsciousness and forced them to see it their way. The body was stolen soon after and bad things happened...but that's another story.
And he used to be Domo Aregato, the roboto. But there was no way that would fly ina remotely serious game
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