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Here’s a re-imagined version of Metal Savior, now called Metal Beast.
I think I’m going to skip the archer contest next week since I’ve done one before and would rather do this:
Superstar, Casey Bowen, was given her super suit by a mysterious cosmic entity, who unbeknownst to her was bored and looking for entertainment. The suit gives her super strength, flight, invulnerability, and shooting stars. She’s also the star of an intergalactic TV show kind of like The Truman Show and a favorite among gamblers betting on everything like how many times she’ll say her catchphrase, “I’m a Superstar!” to how long it will take her to beat her next enemy. As long as ratings are good, she gets to keep the suit.
Yes, but it’s so much fun. Speaking of poses, here’s a gif of my monk character, Momo:
And the final image:
The fighter and paladin’s eyes opened wide in astonishment when they looked on the quiet monk next to Da’Maj. Until now, Momo had been invisible to them due to her complete stillness and Da’Maj’s overwhelming personality. Even her raven hair didn’t move, but Analisse only staired at her pointy ears.
Analisse had no great love of elves, save one. And now that Lee’lu had sent one, her love for him was waning. Without warning she shot her chain at Momo, who just as quickly caught the end in one hand and the rest of the chain with the other. She jerked the sickle out of Analisse’s hand and tossed it back at her feet. Analisse perceived a slight smile on Momo’s face as she picked up her weapon.
Before she could counter, the grimy drunk bursted out of the bar with angry, red eyes. While his eyes got used to the dark, he gazed on Momo and blurted, “Ooo…another pretty one, let me have a little kiss.” He stumbled toward Momo, who stepped out of the way while sticking out her foot. When his face hit the ground, Momo said disgustedly, “A fool desires fine food but will only feast on dirt.” Analisse couldn’t help but smile quietly as two figures looked on from the dark.
Good to have you back…and holy crud those are awesome!
Thank you sir.
Here’s a gif of the Barbarian process:
And the final image:
Before the voice’s speaker could be seen by human eyes, Analisse pounced with a ferocity that surprised Angelalea. Her face broke into a grin when she saw what was happening. The fighter had launched herself at Da’Maj but instead of knocking her off her feet, she found herself in a muscly hug. Angelalea’s smile was nothing compared to Analisse’s which almost out-stretched her face. “Keep trying, little one, maybe you’ll get me one day,” whispered Da’Maj after kissing her cheek.
The half-orc barbarian had raised Analisse since birth after being rejected by her elvish family. She taught Analisse to fight skillfully and love fully. Da’Maj pulled Angelalea and squeezed tightly with her free arm. “I think you are denting my armor,” Angelalea strained. Ever since saving Analisse’s life, Da’Maj treated her like a daughter.
“It’s so good to see my girls…oh, and Lee’lu sends his love,” said Da’Maj as she released them. Angelalea asked, “Your husband is not joining our adventure?” “No, he has too many students this season, so he sent his best one. Lee has never come across a more dedicated and skilled pupil, so please treat her as one of the family.”
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Here’s the gif of the Paladin process:
And the final image:
Analisse stared at Angelalea’s glowing face, lost in her beauty which outshined even those of purest elven blood. Although the night was still, her blonde hair flowed like water. Her infectious smile caused the corners of Analisse’s stoic mouth to turn slightly upward.
Angelalea’s loveliness was rivaled only by her goodness. Analisse rubbed her scar remembering when the paladin stood over her dying body with tear-stained cheeks. The good knight’s eyes glowed like the sun as she felt warmth fill her failing frame. The kind act almost cost Angelalea her own life and if she could, she would have given her own eye to replace Analisse’s.
“You okay, Analisse?” asked a puzzled Angelalea. The embarrassed fighter gruffed, “Fine,” and wiped her eye. “Da’maj secured the key to the city sewers from the mayor under the guise of getting rid of their giant rat problem. Of course, we know why we’re really entering the stink,” winked the knight. “Don’ give ‘way all ‘r secrets,” sounded a voice like Da’Maj coming out the dark, “th’ night has ears.”
Here’s a Gif of the process to create the Warrior Fighter – Analisse:
and the final image:
I hope to make an entry for each part of the current theme so as an added incentive, I’m going to write a story to go with it:
The night closed in, which made the Lucky Dragon’s torches glow all the brighter. Outside, the sounds of cicadas and crickets filled the air, but inside conversations ranged from drunken nonsense to secret whisperings of ancient tales. One half-elf hunched in a dark corner staring at the bottom of her glass with her one good eye while a stranger watched her from the bar.
Before she realized it, the odd fellow stood over her with a grimy grin. “Hey pretty, why don’t you give me a smile to match that lovely face.” As he went to brush the hair from her face, a chain suddenly squeezed around his neck. His face slammed into the table and a sickle’s blade stuck into the side of his mouth. “You first,” she rasped.
The bartender yelled over the noise, “If you’re going to cause trouble, then get out!” The one-eyed fighter glared at the barkeep but decided it was better not to draw more unwanted attention. She threw a coin towards the bar and entered the quiet of the night, but another eye was watching her from the shadows. The eye entered to light of the tavern making her armor gleam. “Good journey, Analisse. I see you’ve already made yourself unwelcome. Oh, and I’ve brought a message from your ‘big sister’”.
Okay, I will try to work on finishing The Tempest series, but I have very little time for Heromachine these days. In the meantime here are some alternates versions of all three Stellars:
Here’s a colorized version:
…and now to stylize it a bit…
If I can get this colored, I may submit it for the contest. The Tempest in her new outfit, which might possibly be the last page of the story I’m doing (if I ever finish it).
Dark Matter, the ultimate Stellar villain:
Once a hero in her universe, but was corrupted by a dark force. After destroying her universe, she desires to kill all Stellars across the multiverse. It is rumored she has the power to move planets, as well as fly, shoot beams from her eyes and is highly invulnerable.
For Halloween, Witch Bride: