Jamie Art

Jamie is my most loved character at the moment and was inspired by the games Ark Survival Evolved, the isle and in some minor parts by Greek mythology and modern KIs. I will post art I did of him in this blog.
All art I did shows him when allready some time has passed on the island but I am planning also to do at least one picture of him while he is still chubby.

General Information:

Jamie is a young man stranded on a strange island together with a small group of others who seem to be of same age. The group is stranded on their own with only two backpacks containing a few rations, a pair of combat knives, blankets, flint and tinder. Nobody remembers how they landed on the island. They seem to know each other, despite the fact that most of their memories were purged. Jamie quickly realizes that the others do not really like him and want to be rid of him, so he keeps his distance while also depending on them for survival. He keeps quiet about the strange tattoos suddenly appearing on his right arm and back, something he's sure he did not have before, so as not to alert the group.

In contrast to the others, Jamie is not very sporty and a bit chubby. He is a nuisance to the rest of the group, who are all athletic, and in Jamie’s eyes, beautiful. Kira is the only one who takes pity on him and decides to leave him a knife when the rest of the group decides to sneak away.

Jamie has to learn to survive on his own, in an unfamiliar environment, populated by creatures that have long been extinct. He has no choice but to fight for his survival. The chubby young man becomes, through illness and lack of food, a thin, sinewy fighter who learns to withstand the hostile environment. This comes to a surprise to the group, who had believed that he died when they abandoned him.

Although the young man had most of his memory erased, he still remembers that he was not raised by his birth parents. Unfortunately, he no longer remembers from whom. He also remembers that his mother is dead and that his father still lives although he never has met him. But this, his name and the feeling of always being an outsider is all he can remember in the beginning. Any other information is like a black hole that has been torn into his memories. In his dreams he sometimes has flashbacks of his past.

Jamie is a very empathic person and has always had a good relationship with animals. Over time he gains the trust of a black Utha Raptor and befriends her. He names her Willow.

His story will follow in the next blog.

My first concept I did of him:

I really like it but drew a new version of the picture cause some things still bothered me and this was the result (which still needs coloring):


My second concept:

He looks a bit to old here sadly so I still kept it to show an older more mature Jamie.

Full Body:

Full body of him to show at least part of his tattoos. Had to use references here to get the anatomy right.

Another side view of him:

I am really pleased with this one, so ist still needs coloring.

Jamie is (c) by Vahilor

Réynaud

Still needs coloring.



Human Death Knight of the Ebon Blade. Arrogant, smug & Cynical bastard is what describes him best and what he wants others to see in him; a mask he hides his true feelings behind.

His true self is well hidden behind his mask of arrogance and his solution to keep people at a distance. Deep inside he is a very hurt and broken individual cause of the cruel things he had to do under the control of the Lich King, which climaxed in killing his best friend and his whole family. He was fully aware what he did but unable to stop himself. This is one of the rare things he remembers and a lot of his past still is lost. He only remembers small pieces of his past from time to time after his will was freed from the controll of the Lich king at Lights Hope Chapel.

“I am broken. Broken by my past, broken by what I was forced to do, broken by the things I can’t remember. My memories are like the wings of an undead dragon - full of holes, ripped into pieces.”
- Reynaud De Sauveterre, Death Knight of the Ebon Blade

The Great Cold, Day 21, 619 K.C.
Howling Fjord

"You are an ass, you know! A big one!” Kitai growled at Reynaud who was standing in front of her, looking at her with his piercing blue eyes. He had his arms crossed over his chest, standing aloof in his black armor, seemingly untouched by her words. A slight smirk played around his Lips. Kitai hated him for that and worse of all, he knew exactly what effect he was having on her and that made her more furious.

Reynaud enjoyed Kitai’s anger and the self-satisfied look on his face made it obvious. “I only told the truth and if you can’t handle it you should not have asked me.” His voice had once again assumed an arrogant undertone.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion ! “ Kitai had this deep urge to slap Reynaud right now. He had the talent to make her want to kill him, even though she knew she would never stand a chance against the Death Knight. Also she was not the kind of person who enjoyed killing others. She didn’t ask Reynauld for his opinion. She was simply talking to the tavern keeper about some recent events near the small town, telling him what she thhought about the matter. It was just her luck that Reynaud overheard the conversation as he always did like to to tear her opinion into shreds making her look stupid in front of others, like the inn keeper.
She hated him but had no choice since her Master had told her how essential her cooperation with the Ebon blade would be. She simply didn't expect that they would send her such an arrogant idiot who made everything that much harder.

“Then you should be thankful I was so generous and gave it so freely.” Reynaud looked at the redhead in front of him and smiled, knowing that would anger her even more. He enjoyed upsetting the otherwise quiet woman. He always did love to make people hate him. It was easy and kept them at distance. Reynaud didn’t want friends, he did not want sympathy and most of all, he did not want the past to repeat. Without friends there would be no chance for the horrible things he did in the past to happen again.

Kitai wanted to slap that arrogant smile off his face, almost as badly as she wanted to tell him that he should keep his smug comments to himself. Instead she took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “De Sauveterre I did not want your opinion. No one asked for it. Keep it to yourself and shut up.” She explained calmly, using his last name on purpose. She always did, when she was really angry, something Reynaud knew too well. His smile turned into a satisfied grin.
“Why are you using my last name again ?” he asked innocently, although he knew the reason.

Kitai stared at him, her lips pressed together. She wanted to scream but doing so would not be wise, not in front of the inn keeper. It would make her look like a hysterical fury, something Reynaud intended for sure. She attempted to cut Reynaud with a scathing reply but he got in first.

“I am sorry but Kitai sometimes loses her temper. We should discuss the matter when she has calmed down a bit,” Reynaud explained to the keeper who slowly nodded. Kitai felt as if a fist had struck her face, and was unable to utter a word.

“I will bring you something to eat, please take a seat.” The keeper pointed at a table in a far corner of the room. He felt uncomfortable in the presence of the Death Knight and wanted him somewhere far away but also could not simply throw him out of his inn as the intimidating Reynaud had given him no reason to do so.

Reynaud nodded and walked to the table the keeper indicated and sat down on the wooden corner seat. All his movements reflected the arrogance of the Death Knight, even sitting down. Kitai watched him and if she had the ability to stare him to death, he would have burned into a pile of ashes immediately. The young woman followed him and sat down of one of the chairs opposite of him.
“Do you enjoy it ?” she asked without hesitation.
“What are you talking about ?” Reynaud looked at her as if he had done nothing wrong even though he knew exactly what she was hinting at.
“Don’t pretend you do not know. You are very well aware what I am talking about, De Sauveterre.” Kitai was angry, really angry. Reynaud could see it but she was hurt as well. She tried to hide it, but Reynaud knew that look on her face. It was not the first time he saw it.
He had blamed her in front of the keeper, willfully and she knew it. This circumstance seemed to hurt her more than what he had said.
“You take things I say a way too seriously.” He said dryly. “With your bitchy behavior you look like an immature child, no one will respect you.”

Kitai looked at Reynaud in disbelief. She was so struck by his words that she did not know what to say.

More to come soon…

Remorse

Howling Fjord, (no spec. Date atm. Will add later)

Reynaud had stopped his big horse on the top of a snowy hill and watched the small village which nestled in a cozy valley beneath him. A creek passed on the western side of the Inn, which was near the center of the little settlement, that counted not more than twenty houses, all covered in snow which was not unusual for this time of the year.

Reynaud hated places like that. People who lived in such places were full of prejudices against him, against his kind but nonetheless he had to come because that is, where Kitai must have gone. He had not seen her for days now after she ran off, after he had behaved like the biggest asshole on all Azeroth. He finally had achieved what he wanted and driven her away even without violating the orders Mograine has given him. He should have been happy. No one, who tries to tell him what to do. No one, who tries to befriend him. But why did he feel so bad about it?

He growled, angry with himself for starting to worry about her shortly after she disappeared. She was all alone only accompanied by her wolf which he had gifted her in a fit of sentimentality some month ago. Kitai was no child and she knew how to master the land she grew up in. He did not doubt her abilities, not at all but he had this bad feeling that something was totally wrong. This feeling had driven him here, at a place he usually would have avoided.

Reynaud focused back on the village, which lay still before him, unnaturally quiet. Normally, at least a few people would have had to do their daily work, despite the cold, but Reynaud saw no one, something he should have recognized earlier. He softly kicked his horse into motion which started to trot down the hill, churning up the snow covering the ground. The snow swallowed most of the big beast's sounds and only its soft snorting and the gentle creaking of leathers could be heard. The Death Knight did not care. His black form could be seen from afar, long before someone could hear him. But there was no reaction. No one closed the shutters, no one who was watching him mistrustfully, no insults, no mothers dragging their children back into the house. The village was like dead.

Near the outskirts Reynaud restrained his horse and slowly dismounted. He could now see why nothing in the village stirred anymore. Someone had killed the inhabitants, but killing was not the right word for what the Death Knight saw. Someone had slaughtered most of them. Some others had been tormented and nailed alive to their own front doors, where they had slowly died. He patted the neck of his horse and walked to one of the doors were an older man had found his death. He must have suffered long before he finally was allowed to die. Reynaud carefully closed the dead eyes, that stared at him with his armored hand.
His stomach clenched and Reynaud was glad that his condition made it impossible to vomit. The sight did not even leave the death knight cold, which many would be surprised about. Many believed he and his people were cold, heartless monsters, but Reynaud knew better.

A lot of the Ebon Blade are broken individuals who try to find a place after all the suffering they had to endure, all the things they had to do. A hard task cause his kind was not well liked and only tolerated, not accepted. Reynaud could even understand the prejudices, at least to some extent but that a lot not even wanted to give his people a chance was something he could not accept.

Reynaud took a deep breath, more out of habit not because he had too and slowly surrounded the house, looking for a window to take a look inside. He simply could have opened the door but something had stopped him. Probably the dead body nailed to it or his instincts telling him, that something was not right, Reynaud could not tell.

At the back of the house he found, what he was looking for and carefully peered into a small dark room, the kitchen as he could tell by the look of it. Nothing seemed unusual in there and he suggested that they must have gotten the poor old fellow in the living room which had to be located behind the passage to the kitchen. Reynaud smashed in the thick uneven glass with his armored fist and squeezed through the small window, which turned out to be not so easy. It took a moment to finally make it through, but in the end he stood in the dimly lit room.

Reynaud waited until his eyes had adjusted to the dusk, before slowly making his way to the narrow passage that led to the large living room. In contrast to the small kitchen chaos dominated the room. You could clearly see, that someone had raged in here.
The simple furniture had been overturned or destroyed, blood stained one of the walls like somone had been slaugthered. Looking closer he could see the curved shape of an old woman, obviously dead. One of her hands was missing and a big blood stain bloomed like a red flower on her chest.

The Death Knight approached the corpse and as he already did with the old man outside carefully closed her eyes with an armored hand. “I will make them pay.” He promised, his voice hushed and made his way to the narrow staircase, which nestled against the east wall of the small house. Reynaud was glad his armor was not as bulky as the ones most of his brethren wore and therefore had no trouble getting upstairs. The Staircase was tight and even the pauldrons of his armor scraped slightly along the wall. The wood creaked under his heavy footsteps and almost swallowed the short, soft whimpering. Reynaud stopped at once. Silence.

Reynaud did not move and stood there like a statue. Only his eyes moved, searching the small corridor that lay before him which ended in a door. The door hung awkwardly in its hinges, as if someone had kicked it in and closed afterwards. It was strange. No one who ravages a village and slaughters its inhabitants would care and close a door.
The death knight went on cautiously to avoid any noise possible, yet the leather of his armor creaked softly and parts of his chain mail collided with a slight metallic scratching. He unsheathed one of his swords, which he carried on his back, and used his free hand to push the door open, slowly. The door squeaked in protest, but swung open easily, until it got stuck on a fallen chest of drawers.
A double bed stood at one of the walls. Opposite had been the wardrobe, now it lay overturned on the floor and some of the clothes were distributed in the room. Here one had not expected to find anything and caused destruction just for the sake of it. And that's what saved the little whimpering life. Reynaud could hear it again and now he could also tell where it came from. He walked over to the bed and kneeled down so he could peek under it.

Huddled under the bed was a small figure, visibly trembling, staring at Reynaud with large fear-filled eyes. Reynaud was staggered by what he saw, a little boy maybe four or five winters old. The Death knight didn’t expect that and at first did not know what to do. He hated children. These little monsters annoyed him and always asked stupid questions, nonetheless he felt sorry for the child whose family must have been slaughtered like the other inhabitants of the village. The boy must have been very lucky that nobody found him here, because only a simple look under the bed would have been enough to find him.
The little boy whimpered again softly and pressed himself against the wall in fear. The boy already annoyed Reynaud and he was only hindering him, but he could not just leave him alone. He took a deep breath and removed his helmet so as not to scare the child any further. Hopefully a normal human face would help to get him out under the bed.

“It’s all right.” The Death Knight spoke to the child in a calm voice. “You can come out. They are gone. I am none of them and I can bring you home.”
“There is no more home.” The boy was sobbing so softly that you could barely hear it. “They broke everything, even mommy and daddy.” He shivered again, as if he remembered what was done to his parents. Tears started to run down his face.

“You can’t stay here alone.” Reynaud watched the boy cowering under the bed. He carefully held out an armored hand. “I can bring you somewhere safe, somewhere warm.”
“I.. I am not allowed to go with strangers.” The little boy wiped his tear-wet eyes with his sleeve. It felt strange that after all what must have happened to the boy, he still insisted on something so banal he had learned.
Reynaud suppressed a sigh. He had no time for such silly games but he also could not leave the boy behind. He would stand no chance and starve or freeze to death.
“When I tell you my name and you give me yours, then we are no longer strangers.” Reynaud still hold out his hand. “I am Reynaud and I will bring you somewhere safe, I promise.” The Death Knight forced a narrow smile.
The boy hesitated for a moment before placing his hand carefully in the man's much larger one. “I am Arik.” The boy stated with his tiny voice tear-chocked voice.
Reynaud softly pulled Arik out from under the bed. Arik was extremely thin and the dirty clothes he was wearing seemed way too big for his tiny figure. He would need something to hold him warm otherwise he would not survive the ride to the Ebon Blade Outpost. Reynaud stood up and pulled the small boy to his feet who had started to sob again.
“We need… “ Reynaud started to explain, when the boy clung tightly to the much larger man. Arik was shaking all over and his soft sobbing passed into a heart-melting weeping.

More to come soon…

Réynaud is (c) by Vahilor

World of Warcraft World Setting © by Blizzard

Kitai

Her picture still needs coloring.

Story:

Kitai is a young huntress. She is one of the main characters that will take part in Reynauds story. Kitai is a very friendly and calm person but Reynaud is able to break that calmness very fast and seems to enjoy doing so. Kitai knows that he is doing it on pourpose, but even with that knowlege, she can't stay calm in his presence.

Kitai is not classically beautiful but her charm and natural behavior makes her beautiful in her own way.

Kitai is a World of Warcraft of mine (Named Kitiana ingame cause Kitai was taken).

"People told me the Knights of the Ebon Blade are heartless, cold, brutal. That they know no feelings besides rage and hate, no mercy, no sympathy. That they don't know the meaning of honor, or friendship. I first I believed that of them, only to be proven how wrong others are, how wrong I was and how little others really know."
-Kitai

Time of Frost, Day 12, 619 K.C.
Grizzly Hills .

Kitai looked at Reynauds back, who was gazing at the frozen lake in front of him. The little lake was bordered by pine trees, heavy with snow. Everything looked peaceful as small snowflakes circled through the dark sky. The silence that prevailed here was almost tangible.
It was cold and Kitai started to shiver. Not even the thick wolfs pelt cloak could stop the cold. She wished she had stayed at the fire, where she had warmed her freezing body only moments ago. Northrend was a cold land, most of its parts covered in snow but she loved it. Even freezing, she liked the cold snowy plains and forests with the big pine trees so typical for this region. She could wander there for days without meeting a living soul.

She sighted silently, her breath building small puffy clouds in the cold air. Reynaud still hadn’t moved. The Death Knight seemed lost, lonely, almost sad, as he stood there. It was more a feeling, because she could not see his face and Reynaud hid his feelings well.
Kitai could not help it and approached him slowly, avoiding every noise, but still the snow creaked softly under her boots.
Reynaud did not appear to have noticed her. He seemed to be frozen in place. No movement, no snarky comment, which was strange. Usually he used any chance to show her how much he disliked the company of others. He must have heard her coming, so Kitai wondered why he did nothing to drive her away.

“Why are you following me ?” Reynauds calm words interrupted her thoughts and she realized that she stood close behind him now. She took a step back, away from the armored man.
“I was worried.” She admitted freely. It was the truth and the reason she left the warm crackling fire.
“You seemed…” She stopped and did not know how she could tell him the truth without offending him. The man in front of her was easy to anger and pointing out that he behaved strange, strange compared how he usually did could be one of the things that make him furious again.

“I seem…?” repeating her words he turned around, his eyes focused on hers. Kitai sagged a little but did not look away. After taking a deep breath she decided to tell him.
“Like something is troubling you.” She watched him, looking for any hints of anger but found nothing. More surprising even was the short flare of pain in his eyes, eyes that often were so cold and unfeeling. Reynaud remained silent, even closed his eyes for a short moment and shook his head softly.

“Nothing that needs to concern you.” Reynaud did not want to talk about it. He did not want her to know about the atrocities he had committed, not about the people he had murdered, the joy he had felt. He had lost so much of his memories, but this one he remembered to well. He was under the control of the Lich King at that time, but he felt guilty, guilty not being strong enough to resist. That there had been no way to break that control did not justify anything he had done. Even the joy had not been his own, it was the joy they had forced into him, like a drug and the addiction that came with it, made him kill only to feel that joy again. Thanks to the light it was gone after he was freed of that control.

Kitai watched Reynaud closely. He seemed so lost it worried her. The pain she had seen in his eyes, she could almost feel it.
Why? Kitai could not say.
People had told her, that the Knights of the Ebon Blade were cold hearted monsters only able to feel anger and hate. She often had wondered how much truth could be found in these rumors and at first had believed in them, especially after she had met Reynaud. The first weeks he had done everything to keep her at a distance. His arrogance was annoying, his sarcasm made her furious, he showed no sympathy for her and he made no secret that he thought she was a millstone around his neck. But now she felt sorry for him, sorry for someone who disliked her so much.

Unconsciously Kitai moved closer and slowly raised her hand to touch his cheek. He would not like it, she was certain about that but she could not stop. What surprised her more though, was that he did nothing but watch her hand. His skin felt surprisingly warm. Everybody had told her, that the skin of a Death Knight was freezing cold, but his was warm like her own. It puzzled her.

The bemused look on her face told Reynaud everything.
“Not what you expected.” He stated softly.
He could not deny that her touch was comforting but he never would have admitted it. He cautiously covered her wrist with his armored hand and gently took hers away. A deep sadness made its way upwards, which he convulsively tried to suppress.

Kitai was not surprised that he took her hand away, rather about how gentle he was. She stared at him, confused by his behavior, the warmth she had felt. Everything felt out of place and it was nothing like the rumors she had heard, what people had told her. He was a Death Knight for sure but he was not what people had told her about them. Now, he wasn’t even that arrogant, dismissive idiot she had learned to know, which unsettled her most.

More to come soon.

Kitai is (c) by Vahilor

World of Warcraft World Setting © by Blizzard

Some Dinosaur art

Some dinosaur art I did for fun =).

Mosasaurus

Allosaurus

Carnotaurus Icon
Carnotaurus Icon 2 WIP

Willow (Fluffy Utha Raptor) WIP

T-Rex WIP

Castor

Story:

Castor is a character out of Marcius story which plays in the ancient Rome (Marcius can be found [url=http://subeta.net/pets/Marcius]HERE[/url]).
Castor is a big Wolf-dog hybrid that accompanies Marcius and is actually his only "friend" in the beginning of my story. Marcius was able to rescue Castors life, after he was severly injured in a fight, by begging his slave Master Titus for Castor cause Titus simply wants to kill the poor guy.
Titus grants Marcius that wish to keep the young gladiator occupied. Marcius is able to rescue the life of the wolfdog with the help of an old man, who takes care for injured slaves and gladiators. Castor was caught when still very young (nearly a pup) by hunters and sold to Titus. Titus only sees the gold he can make with the dog, by letting him fight and draw more people into his little private arena.

Castor actually is a very shy and gentle beeing, but needs to fight for his life in Titus arena, where animals often were used to "amuse" the rich masses while figting other animals or even humans.

After Marcius rescues the big dog, Castor from now on accepts Marcius as some kind of leader and Marcius is one of the rare persons who is allowed to touch him and the wolfdog trusts the young man more and more as time passes.
Castors look is based one a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, with shaggy long fur.

Castor is (c) by Vahilor

Bair and E.O.S.

Bair




Horizon: Zero Dawn inspired original character. What would have happend, if one of the old ones would have survived in cryo sleep and awakend in the new created world ?
Bair is a young man who was put to cryo sleep by his father (against his will, he wanted to die with his friends and family) to give his son a future and cause of Bairs deep understanding of the self-aware robots.

Bair will awaken from cryo sleep around the time, when Aloy becomes seeker.

Prologue

13th of January 3040 , the Cut
Former Wyoming, not far from the ruins of Jackson
Cryo facility Psi, Security Level high

Darkness was the first thing that enveloped Bair, cold darkness and the unpleasant tingling in his stiff limbs, into which the warmth slowly returned. The young man's head felt like it had been wrapped in cotton. Everything seemed dull and the low hum of the cryo chambers sounded as if they were far away.
A felt eternity later, Bair could hear the monotone voice of a woman who seemed to repeat an announcement over and over again. What she said, however, his mind could not yet process.
The cold that enveloped his body was slowly replaced by pleasant warmth, which at first felt good but with it came the pain that was chasing through his body like a blazing fire. Bair wanted to move, he wanted to scream, to cry but he could not move and the only sound that came over his lips was a low whimper.

Darkness again.

The pain had subsided and only echoed faintly through his body. He must have lost his mind again. Bair felt hard ground underneath. He must have fallen. But how the hell had he gotten here ? He did not remember. The last thing he knew was, that his father had told him, that he would not let his son die and forced him into one of the cryo chambers.
Bair tried to move, a task that seemed nearly impossible. His limbs felt like he had not moved for ages and it took some time until he was able to reach a sitting position. He tried to focus on the surroundings and the first thing he recognized was that he was naked. His armor was gone, as were all his clothes he wore underneath.

“Fuck.” His voice sounded wretched, weak, rough like he had drunk too much and screamed a whole night long. What had happened ? He could not remember and the female voice constantly repeating the same announcement made it hard for Bair to think, but now he was able to understand, what the monotone voice was saying.

“Malfunction in cryo chamber gamma, reactivation of subject 2 initiated. Calculated reanimation time 1.35.”

Static noise, a brief break, and the voice started over again. It was hard to make any sense out of it but something had gone awfully wrong. How much time had passed ? Only days ? Weeks ? Years ? Bair closed his eyes. He needed to get his protesting body working, get some clothes. He needed to find out what happened. Minutes later Bair had managed to get to his feet. The room was bleak and only the flickering displays of the cryo chambers and the control devices provided some light. His body still ached like someone had beaten him up but at least he stood and was able to walk slowly towards the opend cryo chamber, the one he must have been in.

The display, which indicates the vital signs, was misted. Bair wiped the moisture away. Several error messages flashed on the holographic display, which Bair had to click away before he could devote himself to the menu. It had to be found somewhere, how long he spent in this thing.

“Here it is.” Bair stated to himself. His voice was still scratchy and it hurt to speak. He scrolled through the Holographic showing Datas from his vitals, listed by date and measures made to counter complications. The list was long, extremely long and the farther down Bair scrolled the more he started to realize that not just years, not even decades had past, it was centuries.

“974… years…” Bair looked at the display in disbelief. “This cannot be true…”
He sounded miserable and his legs felt as if they were about to buckle under him. He braced himself against the flap of the cryo chamber and staggered toward the lock that led out of the room. It took him a few tries to open it, but in the end it opened with a faint hiss and cleared the way for a long dark corridor, from which several doors and other corridors left. The lights flickered into live. Still naked he slowly walked along the corridor, where he had to lean against the wall to prevent himself from collapsing and took the first door to his left. He pressed his hand on the holo-lock in the center of it. The door opened way into a small quarter, which was furnished only with the most necessary things, a bed, a small desk, a locker and a small bathroom, all made of some kind of metal.

For Bair, however, there was just the bed right now, because his legs would not hold him much longer. His consciousness could not handle the information that he had spent nearly 1000 years in cryo sleep and his body, weakened as he was demanded its toll. The young man just made it to the bed, whereupon he collapsed and passed out again.

Chapter I

18. of January 3040 , the Cut
Former Wyoming, not far from the ruins of Jackson, Cryo facility Psi, Security Level high

It was hard for Bair to believe, that he had awoken in a total different world. He was afraid to go outside even some scans he had made showed him, that the outside was not toxic anymore. Fauna and flora had returned and the air was breathable and clear.
Nevertheless, he had been skeptical and struggling with the fact that he may be the only survivor of his time. He had spent several hours in the bed where he had broken down, hoping that it was just a bad dream.

He was alive, but did he want that? Everyone else was dead, fallen victim to the so-called peace keepers hundreds of years ago, who had begun to eat all life on the planet. Building robots capable of self-fueling biomass was the stupidest thing this fool Faro could ever invent.
“And now I even can’t kill him for it, cause he is dead for ages.” Bair muttered softly to himself.

Bair was desperate and so he wandered through the empty corridors of the bunker, which was still remarkably well preserved. You could tell it had been built for eternity, but there were broken lights, flickering screens or displays that did not work anymore. After all, the stasis chamber where food was stored had survived the centuries and was still functioning, so at least he would not starve to death in the near future, but he would have to search for energy cells because those that were still there were old and nearly exhausted.

More to come soon…

E.O.S.



EOS is based on a Sawtooth from Horizon: Zero Dawn with some modifications, so I needed to use references and he looks a lot like that machine.

About EOS and his inventor:

Torben is a young man in his mid twenties. He is a millitary hacker and a genius programmer and invented EOS (Emotinal Operaition System) an AI that is capable to understand and devlope feelings. He invented EOS primaly for himself and without the knowlege of others but later on decided to build him (EOS has a male programming and can communicate but never does with others) the body of a big feline like robot beast (shoulder hight about 3m) and the ability to fight.

Torben asks EOS to protect his best friend Bair in the fight against the Faro swarm, were the AI sacrifces himself to protect Bair and is destroyed. His core somhow still is intact but damaged and will be retrieved ca. 1000 years later and repaired by the KI Hephaistos who gives EOS a new body.. a more advances and altered Sawtooth so he can protect Bair once again who was put in Cryo sleep by his father about 1000 years ago and awakes shortly after EOS construction is finished.

Torben also was put in Cryo sleep in the same facility like Markus (Bairs Dad). Bair so is in a different facility.

Bair and E.O.S. is© Vahilor

World Setting © by Guerrilla Games

Dragon Age Character Art

I will start with my Dragon Age charactes. They are based on the game by Bioware but are mostly original in the existing setting of Thedas.

Milan:


My Grey Warden from Dragon Age - Milan Cousland. That's him during the Inquisition timeline.

Story:

"I hear the song that clouds my mind,
a song of death an pain.
It calls me down into the dark,
to play the final game."

- From the diary of Milan

Milan is a Grey Warden of Ferelden. He is always accompanied by a Mabari warhound named Rasha.

Milan was risen by his uncle Bryce Cousland, the Teryn of Highever because his father vanished when he was 4 years old and his mother died while giving birth to Milan (His mother was Bryces sister). Bryce and his wife allways tried to treat Milan like their own son Fergus and so Milan had a sheltered childhood.

Milan sees Fergus like his own brother and had a close relationship to his uncle and his aunt. When Milan was 23 years old, Bryce and his women were murderd by a rivaling family and Milan had to flee and only survived with the help of the Grey Wardens who found him ill and more dead than alive near the Korcari Wilds.

Some ideas I have for him:

Milan is romantically involved with Morigan, which made it impissoble for him to undergo the dark ritual. The idea of her leaving with a child of him that he will never able to raise was like a stab with a dagger in his heart. Especially cause his own mother died and his father disapeared. He doesn't want his child to have the same fate.

So he decides not to undergo the dark ritual and cause he does not want his friend Alistair to die he decides to take the final blow on the Archdemon and sacrificing himself.

So they fight the Archdemon and Milan is able to kill it, which leaves him uncontious and gravely wounded.. but not dead like everybody expected and it should have been. Later on Milan finds out that he "carries" the untainted soul of Urthemiel himself (The gods soul was it also who saved him from death but even Milan does not know this at that moment and he has now idea how that could have happend).
He keeps it a secret cause he is affraid that this information can be turned against him and makes others believe it must have been the mercy of the maker, that he survived (the funny thing is, I had this idea long bevor it was know that Flemeth carries a soul of an elven godess ).
Milan tries to find out why he was able to survive and why he was not killed by the old gods soul (What normaly happens to the Warden that kills the Archdemon.)

He will meet Morrigan again.. but it will take about 10 years. Morrigan really feels guilty when she finaly understands what she has lost and she is affraid of meeting Milan.. so she avoids him and he does the same cause he is the opinion that Morrigan only used him and never really loved him. Nontheless Milan can't stop to love her and she actually does too still love him.

She gets to know that Milan survived so but she doesn't know know why unless Milan tells her.. when they meet again.
Morrigan will not admit at first, that she still loves Milan.. Milan in contrary will not hide his feelings..

The first time Morrigan will admit her love is, when Milan decides to sacrifice himself to bring Urthemiel back in a living form.. (he will simply leave a letter for her, cause he can't bring himself to tell her).. she will follow him.. to stop him but will be to late.. she will meet the god in human form.. Milan allready dead.. Urthemiel touched by her honest feelings and cause he was long part of Milan decides to give Milan his live back sacrificing a part of himself..so Milan and Urthemiel are connected from now on (so if something happens to the god Milan will suffer the same and vice versa).

Urthemiel:

Urthemiel, the Dragon of Beauty, was a draconic Old God worshiped as the god of beauty in the ancient Tevinter Imperium. Urthemiel was awakened by darkspawn and transformed into an Archdemon in 9:30 Dragon, precipitating the Fifth Blight.

Among the ancient Tevinter people, Urthemiel was the fairest and most graceful of the Old Gods. His beauty is now a horrid mockery of the being he once was. If not religious canon of the Tevinters, at least some dragon cults believed Urthemiel sired a daughter, Urzara.

Urthemiels soul somhow was "absorbed" by Milan, without causing Milan to die. So the Soul of the god accompanies Milan for more than ten years, learning what it means to be mortal.

Milan starts to realize that the gods in ther untainted form also have somhow feelings, motivations.. and are more than the destructive forces they are when tainted into archdemons. He also slowly starts to understand that Urthemiel feels responsible for the mortals and actually wants to help. He learns that a lot of lore that tells about the gods are not true and that there is a lot more behind all that.

Urthemiel will recognize how painfull it can be for mortals to be used and so he decides never to take over Milan (he starts to like the grey warden who carries him).. he will become a lot of more mercyfull and good natured cause of all that experience. Also he will see what motrtals sacrifice to stop, what the old gods and the insane magisters have brought over the world (the blight) out of egoism and the hunger for power.

Urthemiel never takes over but somtimes Milan can hear him talk or sees him in dreams (in his untainted form and often also in a human shape not allways as dragon). In the 10 years in Milans body Urthemiel will learn a lot of human feeling, sacrifice, honor, loyality, pain.. which will help him to understand humans a lot better.. cause when they still were the old gods in Tevinter they never really did understand the mortals only used them or were pretty selve centered wihch ended in the magisters tainting the golden city (we all know that the old goods seem to have pushed the mortals into that direction) which also was a reason "The Maker" did sent them into their slumber and becoming tainted by the Darkspawn. Actually it was a punishment form "The Maker" who for me is nothing else than a more powerfull god who took care for the "lesser" gods.

Milan is (c) by Vahilor Dragon Age world setting (c) by Bioware

Hektor



Hektor is a Grey Warden of Orlais. He is a good friend of Milan. He accompanies Milan and therfore is often seen in Ferelden.

Hektor was actually rescued from Milan. Some nobles wanted him hanged because he was accussed to have raped a young noble woman what he never did but the father of the noble woman was so enraged seeing his daugther with a man he did not choose for her that he told everybody, that Hektor forced her.

Hektor is of no noble blood so he didn't stand a chance against the well known Nobel. No one believed him and therefor he was found guilty.

Milan used the right as Warden to recruit Hektor and saved him from death.

Milan is (c) by Vahilor Dragon Age world setting (c) by Bioware

Collin



My canon Inquisitor from Dragon Age.

Collin is the only son of Bann Trevelyan. His relationship to his father is not a very good one cause he never lived up to the expectations his father did put into him. Bann wanted him to become a Templar. Collin clearly stated that he will not be forced into a live he does not wanna live... and he get his chance when the world goes mad at the Conclave.. a peace meeting of the Templars and the Mages is shattered.

Collin is not very fond of his family and the only person he really likes is his uncle (the brother of his father). His uncle is the only person who seems to understand Collin and that he does not want to be another "toy" of the chantry.

Collin © by me (only used some of the Trevelyan BG from Inquisiton for him). Thedas World Setting & parts of the Trevelyan family © by Bioware.