An idea for a warrior-type female. She has a custom, dual slot scabbard that holds two short-height Japanese wakazashi swords, able to be drawn from either side. Her harness, centralized along the waist, has multiple compartments to support long distance travel. Soft metal greaves protect the legs from the elements and traps.

Meet Mr. Nuttin Nice.

As you can tell by the name, this guy isn’t one of the Starbucks sipping, art magazine reading, good Samaritan old lady saving, apprehend a criminal types. Not even close. He would probably cut you open if he had he chance. His various body paint should be reason enough to keep it moving when you see him, but hey, some of you like danger.

The inspiration for this piece came from a video of Brazil’s carnival. Some dude looked hella evil, and it stood out.

I’ve been working on a character based on the many interpretations ive seen over the years with the name Shiva, which stuck with me when I first heard it. Originally confused with the character known as Spiral from the Marvel universe, I became enthused to develop my own vision on the six-armed murderer.

So in my head has been a humanized vision of the Hindu deity Shiva. She can have or not have six arms (this iteration is only two). I wanted the character be soulless, and purely about her function…an agent of leadership, might, supreme power, and terror. The circumstances of her presence are usually destructive.

In the LSL universe that I am creating around her, men are rarely seen, and these bio-cybernetic constructs are created as grand deities who lead the efforts to solve the puzzle of infertility plagued women. As a Sorter, beings such as Shiiva decide the ultimate fate of lives and direction of the populace- that is her task, her purpose. While the ‘organic’ human world dies around them, most women in this world have subjected themselves to all sorts of bionic and mechanical implants to sustain their lives, while dreaming of this concept that once drove the heart of the world- Love. Shiiva is the 9th version and most ‘perfect’ attempt yet at creating a godmother to usher in, and lead the next age of bio-cybernetic life.

The circular objects that extend from her back are advanced clocks that process space and time, as she is a slave to neither- she can be wherever she wants at anytime. She stands roughly 24 feet tall, and an extended wingspan of about 75 feet.

I had an idea for a sort of geek-ish, psychotic, yet deadly female assassin when I sketched this up. Her somewhat goofy, lanky posture is to match what her personality would ultimately be like. Heck, she’s basically one crazy power filled beeyach, maybe working for the Russian mob or something. And Frieda…yeah that’s a keeper. In a wtf sort of way.

An ultra-quick train sketch with a splash of color. The hooded half-cape hides spikes that propel from his body, making him nice and acceptable for a stroll in those places filled with..er, regular people. Why have them freak out? Oh, the axe with the mystic glow…ok maybe that’s a little threatening? Fine .

After a Clone Wars marathon one weekend courtesy of Cartoon Network, I had an idea for this weird looking alien entity. Qualynx is a from a species called Kilu, which translates to “near to human-like” in their native tounge. He is posing with the standard weapon of Kilu warriors, referred to as a ‘Wgwleu’. These living weapons have a symbiotic connection to their wielders. While the weapon is soft-formed when in a non aggressive state, when hit with an energy flash emitted from a small unit located in the center of the wielders palm, it quickly turns them hard as granite. As it strikes an entity, it’s steel-like teeth can gnaw through to bone in less than 3 seconds of contact due to its rapid jaw movement, and the bites are extremely poisonous.

This sketch is of a young lady all geared up for the chilly weather. Her slightly open eyes and apparent look of concern on her face signals that she may have had a bad day, is lost in her thoughts, or is using the cold as a sort of therapy.

Just keeping the hands active until I resume regular blog updates.

In some far off, fantasy land, there exists a small species of creature simply referred to as “Mogu”. Mogu’s stand about 1.5 feet high, purple-ish, round. They communicate with a complicated set of sounds that is similar to human baby-talk, which is further supported by a slight telepathic link between direct family members. There are playful, harmless creatures.

However, there is a phenomena that occurs at every one in a hundred thousand births- an advanced version of a Mogu is born. These special Mogu are called “Zhegs”. Unlike the regular Mogu, Zhegs average 6 feet tall, and are born with extremely powerful- and dangerous- magical ability. In the history of the Mogu, the Zhegs commonly use their magic to only open dimensional portals; usually in times where Mogu have come under species-threatening attacks. Over their history, some have been recorded as being protectors of their weaker kind, while others have slaughtered them, and even open large portals and transport them to places unknown. There is no way to tell how a Zheg will react to the world upon their birth, but they are noted as being very hostile.

After generations of Zheg births, humans began to enslave them and use them for warmongering efforts, until the mogu were officially put under the protection of the Grand Palace- a Kingdom which brought order to the chaotic world in which the Mogu live.

An old sorcerer meets his daughter, a battle mage, and head off on a mission to retrieve a holy object from the depths of the Grand Palace. The daughter is surprised that the sorcerer, her father, is accompanied by a Zheg named VOID…

A little back-story on this character is on order.

Much of my creative influence comes from growing up with games. I used to be a big gamer (I still hit the sticks once in a while). See, there was this online action RPG (role-playing-game) named Phantasy Star Online. I played this game for 4 years. I was an addict. Why? Besides the awesome dungeon crawling game-play and great atmosphere, it was one of the first games of it’s type to go online.

Basically, the main character I played with all that time was named Alis ( or Alys). She was a big-sword carrying, magic-fireball bombing, force of destruction. She wore skimpy pants and a punk-ish skimpy top while wo-manhandling and slaying infinite amounts of weird creatures and monsters.

After all that blood, sweat and tears, I became attached to my character. I told myself one day I’m going to draw her out, plucked from my memories of the virtual battlefields she dismantled. After adding my web name to the character, i settled on AlysMadux. And here she is.

What is this Phantasy Star Online? Surely you jest…check out the wiki for more info on the game that inspired the art.

PS- the legs are cut off because I have a bad habit of drawing on the edges of my sketchbook. My bad!