Logez

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Aspiring: [PICK ONE: game dev, comic writer, tabletop game creator, commissioner, hardcore revolutionary.] Somewhat: [Amateur Illustrator/Animator] Definite: [Fan of Ranting about Game Design] elsewhere for now. He/Him cause I'm choosing for me dang it.

The SO-S Richard
A larger blue man with neon pink hair wearing half a dark green jumpsuit with metallic blooms covering most of his extremities and half his head. Red suspenders frame his torso and a small childishly drawn smiley face charm rests over his heartbloom.
An illustration of Victor from Deadlock, Huskar from Dota 2, and Zuljin from Heroes of the Storm, all rushing towards the left side of the paper. An erratic heart beat monitor is near the bottom with the words LOW HP DANGER plastered beneath it, Danger has been crossed out.
A bipedal mech with a large purple witch’s hat and gown, wielding a large twisted gold staff growing out of its forearm.
My two dogs, sleeping in a bedroom, one with her head stuck under a wardrobe.
Jackson, a tall, decently built man with large metal blooms bursting from his upper chest, arms, head, and left half of his face. His hair is unkempt and the upper half of jumpsuit is tied around his waist. He is covered in blisters from shaving off and yanking out the growths when they begin to impede movement severely, though he has a detrimentally high tolerance for what "severe restrictions on movement" are. This will be far more detailed in the full sheet post. Stay tuned.
The Cover is a crest dividing 7 scenes with the title of the project sitting at the bottom contrasted by a darker hue shift behind it. Going from the top-middle slice and moving clockwise... 1. A High Member of the Tempered Order leads a procession within a grand monastery on Lazarus-5 Easter, backlit by stained glass depicting an artistic star chart of their home. 2. A crew of Kraugwary survey the waters in a salvage operation within the Crater Lakes of Lazarus-4 Ningyo, the three stars reflected in the rippling pools. 3. Hazy, light peers through the branches of a dead forest behind a grizzly scene. A plains clothed corpse lays decaying and overgrown a meter into what is assumedly its old home, the door lays open letting the irradiated atmosphere of Lazarus-7 Saehrimnir seep in, a reminder of what atrocities were enacted by a rogue Constellar research group. 4. A close up of a Kraug, a robust, towering beast that calls both Ningyo and Lazarus-6 Wukong its home. It's three piercing eyes squint at the sky, not yet adjusted to the harsh light after awakening from its burrow. 5. A starship engineer takes a small breather, suspended hundreds of meters off the ground in the Orbit-Docks of Lazarus-1 Samsara. The ever present three stars reflected in their visor. 6. A surveyor of I&I consults an unfolded diagram of Lazarus-2 Set, its crumbling structure a consequence of an orbit that drifted far too close to the celestial bodies millions of years ago, now made worse by the outsider corporations hostile mining expeditions. 7. A large sword wielding chassis does battle whilst falling through the sky against a winged beast of Lazarus-3 Akudaya, fending off its grip as sunlight peeks between its star mimicry patterned wings illuminating the struggle.
A pair of powered suits, the Aldrin on the left is wielding a trident and a Greatsword. The Armstrong on the right is sporting nothing but its freakishly large fists.
The Stumpp. The Controller half.
A "Quadrupedal" chassis resting atop 4 blades of pink/purple light, a chandelier of arms and hands hang beneath its suspended body. Its face is split in two, leading into a large tube that moves upwards towards a ginormous cannon atop its spine, conjuring an arsenal of weaponry out of data and light.
A size 1/2 Red and White frame with running blades, multiple artificial arms, and a pair of sickles. Wires spill underneath the plates of armor as a singular red eye stares at the viewer, the pilot sprinting past them seemingly.
Reuniclus. Mah boy.
A six armed mech adorned with vibrant blue fabrics lined with stars drapes itself over a large disk suspended in midair. Two of its' hands point skyward in an enclosed gesture and the other four lazily fall around it haphazardly. Sections of it are covered in hexagonal pieces of glass or crystal, with its long neck beginning to stretch under the weight of its head, containing a singular giant lens filled with swirling stars and colors.
A quadrupedal mech viewed from an downwards angle. A scarf flows behind it brandishes a giant rail cannon with 6 barrels arranged like a Gatling gun. It's legs and left arm are covered in giant armored plates, with its right side, facing away from the viewer presenting lessened protection. It's left arm directly interfaces with the cannon instead of grasping a handle or other connection point It's head has numerous set in glowing optics, facing multiple directions and a number of satchels and pouches sit upon its mid back section.
An off kilter shot of an armored figure draped in a large green cloak walking away from a ginormous series of explosions behind them. They are wielding a large launcher in one hand and speaking into a communicator on their forearm in the other hand.
A hulking frame stands atop two large rectangular feet, hoisting a large upper half with a platform akin to a mining rig atop its broad shoulders. A singular Green Eye sits within the small (relative to the body) head cloistered in the center of the frame with a large spotlight above it. It's right hand is clutching a massive sledgehammer and its left hand is currently opened up to reveal a pile-bunker mechanism. Black and Yellow Caution patterns appear all throughout the mech, between its legs, on its shoulders, feet, and on the hammers pommel.
A large mech squatting down, right hand atop a knee and left hand opening into a large grinding macerator. Large sheets of glowing energy fall across the front of the chest and upper thighs, with flowing bands coming from the shoulders and winding towards the back. Upon the back is a large receptacle of tubes and canisters holding more of the energy (or nanites in this case but we are going for visual assessment here and not lore accuracy) with a large red cross sitting atop holding all of the tubes in place. The head is a cylindrical shape faceing forward, with a simple filigree design being illuminated from within. Two additional limbs are attached to the outer upper arms, equipped with a buzzsaw and an arc welder respectively.
A three legged and six armed colossus of a frame. It's legs spread in a tripod like formation and its arms, tipped with eye like cameras flailing outwards. Tipped with delicate manipulators and emitting reticles. It's head is a large gravity well, emitting large amounts of light which is reflected amongst a fleet of mirrors surrounding its upper half. Suspending the torso atop the waist are six pistons and a large glowing central shaft, giving 360 degree rotation to the chest and shoulders.
A tall and slender mech, dressed in a fine purple gown held aloft by its right hand in a steel grip. A veil cascades over its shoulders and under a large wizard hat completely covering its head, swirled with gold inlays and ending in a communication device. Two smaller hands are pressed together at the digits, peeking out beneath shawl made of a futuristic material. It's legs reveal themselves beneath the dress, digitigrade in make but still taking inspiration from old aristocratic riding boots in aesthetic. Finally, its left main arm stretches into a large stave like apparatus, forked and twisted around a small red orb pulsing with a not wholly scientific glow...
The "Not what I am called meme" created by Overly Sarcastic Productions, with the changes being Polyphemus being a large cloud of Lancer Sitrep victory conditions and their names. The incorrect name given to it being "Destroy all Hostiles."
A large pillar of metal, wires, and satellite dishes sit atop a pair of tank treads decorated with medieval armor motifs barreling forward through grime propelled by a series of thrusters on its back. Atop this pillar under a ginormous wizard hat canopy sits a throne housing the pilot, with tubes and chambers surrounding them.
A six floating handed Deacon like mech adorned in orange, white, and gold robes. Above, his crown sits atop the head with a visage of a small bird taking flight, below, a pair of talons hang from his feet. A Sunzi head has been grafted into the center of its abdomen, opening a void to hazy, worlds unknown, cables drooping from beneath, betraying the scrappy nature of the integration.
A mostly white and red suit of sleek powered armor, with twin engines atop the shoulders and an enclosed astronaut style helmet, containing a space like vista and solitary optic slit. It charges forward in a superhero style pose past the viewer, with a comet streak lingering in the distance left by the user. It has a puffy, cold weather style jacket draped over its torso, fluttering in the wind, as tubes of accelerant and coolant pour forth from its shoulders, elbows, and forearms.
1. The SO-S Manhattan, sketch completed A figure clad in a power armor like suit with a puffy, cold weather style coat streak towards the screen, propelled by twin boosters atop their shoulders. Streams of tubing flow down the limbs of the suit, fully enclosing the pilot inside of its airtight, environmentally stable interior.
A tall, gangling mech adorned with a large purple and red cloak, deeply hunched forward and bracing on a rusted and broken sword. It has a golden face resembling a large crown atop a knights helmet. It's skeletal limbs reach down towards a severed leg, restoring it through some sort of para-temporal means as its Lich license should entitle it. The removed limb spaghettifying and twisting back into place, restored but wrong. A number of large needles and razor thin apparatuses extend from its heat sinks in the back as well as its elbows. A single solitary eye rests in the center of its forehead, off in nature.
A large but squat Quadruped, with a mainly green color scheme and a tan cloth and Jade ropes fastened around its lower half for adornment. Its upper half is a large open cradle like structure, filled to bursting with a translucent liquid metal pooling around the suspended pilot, illuminated by the frames internals. A series of wires fill this cradle and burst from its shoulders, plugging into its arms and disappearing within their colloid like density. The left arm shifts and morphs into a bladed appendage whilst the right arm remains still, almost beginning to droop and pool at its feet.
A quadrepedal mech frame with a decorative skirt and ropes adorning the connections to the undercarriage. The majority of it is composed of a twisting and goopy liquid metal that suspends the pilot in a large enclosure filled with sensors, wires, and plugs. The Right arm is resting, and shows the resting lumpiness of the metal, whilst the left arm is twisted to a large harpoon-like point ready to lash out.
Two achievements labeled Defeat all core game adversaries on level 6 and Win a game with a difficulty rating of 17 or higher.
An image of my win/loss record against the British in Spirit Island on Steam (currently 1 to 57, the 1 win being on a lower difficulty as practice), a digital board game about protecting an island and its people from colonizers by embodying nature in both its destructive and protective capabilities.
Sera and Lilith stand close to each other, framed in Sera's wings. Lilith caresses Sera's face as her tail pulls on Sera's shirt and towards her. Sera holds her arms up to the side, trying not to lay her hands on Lilith, there is a deep blush across her face.
A kneeling mech pulls a cable between its armored hands. A ring of padding sits atop its shoulders, cradling its damaged head and a catwalk. A bullet curtain hangs from the waist covering each thigh.
A dangerously thin mech, crouched in a gargoyle pose viewed from the side, hands rested on its knees. It's Telescopic head is swiveled to the left, staring off screen. It's brass and iron exterior is periodically interrupted by green lights emanating from its interior. Wires, Cables, and Antennae burst from its face, head, back, and head-wear.
A tall and lanky cloaked Mech, with a large iron wheel fashioned around its shoulders, holding a series of severed mech parts and weapons all wired into its ribs. A large sword chipped and damaged hangs behind its waist, suspended by two wires also connected to the wheel. Its legs protrude downwards, incredibly thin. Ending in a pair for multi clawed platformed feet, a small spiked anklet is around one.
End of days
An IPS-N Nelson, piloted by Lioness. Entitled "Winds of Fortune, Blade of Starpike, and Chosen Defender of Skyreach." Yes their personality matched that mouthful.
A Pilot wearing a chitinous bio-mechanical bodysuit leaps towards the foreground, clutching a glowing sword in an ice pick grip in the fore hand, and brandishing an arm blade on the rear hand. Arcs of energy trail behind them, flowing out of their head, joints, and weapons. Tubing sprouts from the sides of their face, snaking towards their back.
A heart with light beaming out of its channels, inside a patterned fetus, a miniscule planet, and an atom. “It’s not every day something this bad happens, that has to count for something. It means an upturn is coming, and someday it will turn down again, then up. You are the only person in the world who can make you quit when things go bad, I believe in you.”
A head is bound by barbed wire comedically tight, an angry and wild expression in its eyes. A corona and halo of fire encircle behind the head and a little above. “Make him never able to grab your friend again, make it hurt.”
A mess of hands, scaled, armored, soft, watery, and rough all cradle a distraught head. A cartoony crown hovers above the whole thing. “You’ve already woken up, that’s another day, now, just like every other day, you need to get out of bed.”
Multiple faces blur together rotating slowly as they move left, creating new faces in between each of them. “A floorboard is slightly loose there, maybe it’s hollow underneath?”
A human face, meticulously measured, missing the skin on the left half of itself, with a cityscape sprouting from beneath the cranial bone layer. Left Brain: Hard Success (12)- Looking past your rampaging emotions, unstable situation, and possibility of losing your job, it really is as simple as picking up the phone and dialing a few numbers.
A drawing of Jack, in his Sparrow Shipping Company Overalls, bursting with metallic growths across his head, arms, and torso. His name is emblazoned above his head.
A depiction of the The Beast fight from The Binding of Isaac: Repentance roughly in the style of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
"Put a bullet in every poet," an Everest frame piloted by Weaver. Killed Andros Capella in one 32 damage hit and won't shut up about it.
XVI, a homemade Atlas frame (Atlas in name alone) piloted by myself. Ness Grace. Despite its size it is the tank of the group and the only front line we've got.
A messy sketch of a single turn in a Lancer game, with my Atlas frame XVI during Bloodline Assist.
A greyscale image of Solstice sitting on the ground elbows on knees relaxed.
A sky blue skinned woman wearing a large emerald green robe, with a folded over pink section on top. Her face, throat, upper back, arms, and shoulders are replaced entirely with cybernetics. Spines and cables with a yellow glow adorn her skin and augmentations. Her ten fingered hands are pressed together in a missive pose.