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peopleofthedas2011-01-26 05:43 pm
varelishawt) wrote in peopleofthedas2011-01-26 05:43 pm
Fine dwarven crafts - er, sketches! I mean sketches!
Lots of sketches within; since getting the scanner out and set up is a pain, I tend to accumulate a bunch before uploading.
Zevran, looking suave with his bedroom eyes. "Your desire?"
Zevran holding a stylized bird mask (why, could it be a crow?) that must have been an escapee from Target's bargain bin.
Varel, in his thirties.
Another of young!Varel, back before Arl Howe trod his soul into the ground.
Varel: As you wish, Commander.
Varel and Elethea (my Warden PC), in a remarkably peaceful prelude before the cuddle times. This attempt at perspective turned out to be a flop, I'm afraid.
Varel and Elethea, after the cuddle times.
Some history on this one; some years ago (too many!) I wrote an epic fanfic with characters from Knights of the Old Republic, starring my favorite character, Carth Onasi. Alas, I never finished the story, and he has fallen by the wayside - and obviously not happy about it.
Carth: Listen, buddy, don't think you're going to be sticking around all that long. You've gotta be at least a decade older than me, your hair's harder to draw, and so is your armor! Sooner or later, she's gonna come back to me and finish my story!
Varel: *puts on an innocent look, adjusts halo, shrugs helplessly*
Swiftrunner, in his human form, looking extremely disreputable - considering he's the leader of the Vigil's scouts.
One of the Orlesian Wardens, using a spear - or maybe it's a halberd. Some kinda polearm.
Varel: Is that Nathaniel? That can't be Nathaniel, he looks too, too...
Elethea: Happy? Content? You're right, that can't be Nathaniel - it must be a doppelganger, a demon from the Fade!
Nathaniel: *glares* Shut. Up.
Why are they fighting? Why does Nathaniel look so pissed (but then, he always looks pissed)? You decide!
Elethea, playing the flute. Urgh, this didn't turn out that well, the arms are all wrong, and the hands... bleah. Note to self: Use a reference next time, idiot.
Elethea in formal regalia - all of which consists of a sash. At the time of this drawing, I did not come up with the idea of livery collars yet. Somewhere along the line, she got impatient with all the pomp and circumstance. Next to her is a picture of a throwing knife.
Antoine, the unofficial leader of the Orlesian Wardens at Vigil's Keep.
"The women, they love dueling scars, mon ami."
Zevran, looking suave with his bedroom eyes. "Your desire?"
Zevran holding a stylized bird mask (why, could it be a crow?) that must have been an escapee from Target's bargain bin.
Varel, in his thirties.
Another of young!Varel, back before Arl Howe trod his soul into the ground.
Varel: As you wish, Commander.
Varel and Elethea (my Warden PC), in a remarkably peaceful prelude before the cuddle times. This attempt at perspective turned out to be a flop, I'm afraid.
Varel and Elethea, after the cuddle times.
Some history on this one; some years ago (too many!) I wrote an epic fanfic with characters from Knights of the Old Republic, starring my favorite character, Carth Onasi. Alas, I never finished the story, and he has fallen by the wayside - and obviously not happy about it.
Carth: Listen, buddy, don't think you're going to be sticking around all that long. You've gotta be at least a decade older than me, your hair's harder to draw, and so is your armor! Sooner or later, she's gonna come back to me and finish my story!
Varel: *puts on an innocent look, adjusts halo, shrugs helplessly*
Swiftrunner, in his human form, looking extremely disreputable - considering he's the leader of the Vigil's scouts.
One of the Orlesian Wardens, using a spear - or maybe it's a halberd. Some kinda polearm.
Varel: Is that Nathaniel? That can't be Nathaniel, he looks too, too...
Elethea: Happy? Content? You're right, that can't be Nathaniel - it must be a doppelganger, a demon from the Fade!
Nathaniel: *glares* Shut. Up.
Why are they fighting? Why does Nathaniel look so pissed (but then, he always looks pissed)? You decide!
Elethea, playing the flute. Urgh, this didn't turn out that well, the arms are all wrong, and the hands... bleah. Note to self: Use a reference next time, idiot.
Elethea in formal regalia - all of which consists of a sash. At the time of this drawing, I did not come up with the idea of livery collars yet. Somewhere along the line, she got impatient with all the pomp and circumstance. Next to her is a picture of a throwing knife.
Antoine, the unofficial leader of the Orlesian Wardens at Vigil's Keep.
"The women, they love dueling scars, mon ami."
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The long and short of it is: I love your drawing style and you are awesome.
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