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[Kenshi]

Has it been two years already? Wow. It's been 2 years since the last Art Attack thread and about time to start another one.

For those of you who are new, here's how it works:
You post a character description, I draw it. Simple. Here's a few rules...

1. Please describe ONE character at a time. If you post 5 different characters in a single post, I will sketch the one I think is coolest, and then move on to the next person.
2. All artwork will be in pencil. If you'd like something more (ink, color, digital painting), PM me for a commission.
3. Do the Hokey Pokey, THEN turn yourself around (to avoid injury).

Ok... hit me...

Claymore (Fortune)
Alex Knight (Kagetenshi)
Kyoto Kid (Kyoto Kid)

This post has been edited by Kenshi: Dec 17 2008, 07:54 AM

Reason for edit: Add sr* icon

[Fortune]

Yay! I'll put up Claymore. :)

[Kagetenshi]

Alex Knight

Female, ~5'5", medium-light build, shoulder-length light brown hair probably tied back, extensive scarring around the left eye and left eye is obviously cyber (from a welding accident), probably wearing a sweatsuit or flight suit, possibly carrying or using one or more of the following: a welding or cutting torch, a crowbar, a Remote Control Deck, or some vehicle or drone part. Two datajacks in the base of her skull, if you feel like drawing datacables or some non-front angle. Expression probably some combination of grim and tired. Whatever degree of grime and wear and tear you desire.

~J

[Kyoto Kid]

OK since every other artist here has done a pic of her, may as well send the my "Bushido Cowgirl", Kyoto Kid your way.

Kyoto Kid
Real name :Kelly Rourke
Alias: Keiko Okada.

Race: Human
Runner Archetype: Blade/Six Gun Adept

Attributes:
B: 4 A: 5 R: 4 (5 augmented), S: 4 ((5 augmented) C: 2 I: 4 L: 1 W: 3 M: 5 (4)

Augmentations: (1 Ess) Synaptic Acc 1, Sythcardium 2 Muscle Augmentation 1, Moderate Biosculpting - Ethnic change).

Of her powers the only one with a visible effect is her electrical Elemental Effect:

Ht: 4'10"
Wt 52kg
Hair: White - Worn tied back in a long single fall that reaches down to her butt.
Eyes: Blue
Complexion: Fair, with Japanese Features (Cosmetic surgery)
Interests: Japanese Culture, Bushido Philosophy, Old Cinematic Westerns, Anime Classic Country Music.

Distinguishing marks/characteristics: Full back tattoo of a White Lily Wears Kabuki makeup with Rising sun motif around right eye.
Physique: very athletic. Once aspired to be an Olympic Gymnast.
A bit of a "Brick" (Dain Bramaged Quality) but astute and aware (Improved perception/Combat Sense Powers)

She also has the Ambidextrous quality and usually fights either unarmed, with two blades, shoots with two guns (in Doc Holladay Style), or a combination of gun & blade in each hand. A true "Gun Fu" type of character.

Dress: a real mishmash of Asian and old American Cowboy. Wears a Stetson. and an Armoured Jacket in style as a Old west range jacket with disguised shock fringes. Also has sport styled Forearm and Shin Guards (Arsenal update)

Heavily into Rollerblades and skateboards.

Weapons of choice:
Melee Classic Daisho set - Katana (Weapon focus) & Wakasashi
Ranged: Dual Ruger Super Warhawk revolvers. (hers are styled with a decidedly "wild west" look - 10.5� barrel).
She also now carries 2 Cougar Fineblades (long) and two concealed ceramic knives. (Arsenal update).

Background: [The very, very short version]

[ Spoiler ]

KK’s full story is quite complex, detailed, and touches on a couple sensitive topics. It also sets the foundation for her eventually ending up in the shadows.

Kelly was born in the Tir before the second crash. She is one of twin daughters born to a fairly prominent Noble couple, her Father an eminent researcher in Genetics at Willamette University and mother, a System design engineer at Telestrian. Being human and living in Salem she was in a distinct minority. At first it was hoped she could take her rightful place becoming one of the very few humans to take the Rite. That all changed by the time she reached her pre teen years as her schoolmates began to distance themselves from her and her father bowed to pressure from his peers to do something about her.

Being in such a precarious situation, Kelly often became the scapegoat for creating disturbances that were actually perpetrated by the elven kids. This, the pressure from his friends, and alcohol fuelled her father’s outrage towards her and soon escalated into physical abuse (beatings) which was the root of her Dain Bramaged quality. In the end her father took her to Portland (saying she was being sent to a boarding school) where he abandoned her. There was naturally a cover up (her death was forged), and the matter of the little human troublemaker was closed.

Meanwhile the girl was taken in by a woman associated with a number of local runners where she lived for several months. When things began to get dicey, her “caretaker� agreed to have her sent to Seattle to live with one of the runner’s contacts, a private investigator who specialised in cases of child abuse and neglect. Her “mama-san� (the woman was of Japanese decent) soon learned of Kelly’s latent Adept abilities and seeing her strong interest in martial arts, pulled in favours to send the 14 year old to a dojo Kyoto Japan. Four years later Kelly returned, an expert in blade and unarmed combat

Kelly’s long-time love of the old west drew her to learning how to shoot as well and with the help of a friend’s associate, she became quite a good marksman (woman?). Though skilled in two divergent forms of combat, one steeped in tradition the other seemingly random and reckless. Kelly found a way to reconcile both by combining similar elements of both her Bushido teachings and the old cowboy code (which also deals with the notion of respect and honour) to become Seattle’s mistress of Gun fu: The Kyoto Kid.

[Stahlseele]

Venice"Vance"(Van) Raging Bear, Male Troll-Samurai with Amerindian Blood in his veins.
almost 3m Tall, Skin that seems to change colour from dark rusty red to blood red when oiled/sweaty(and come on, as a troll that happens often enough eugh) and long black, straight hair down to the middle of his Back often times tied up into one long braid.
His Skin is pretty smooth for a Troll as he had the luck of his dermal plating coming out like PLATES instead of horn-warts and were enhanced by one Level of cyber-dermal-plating . .
Scars across his upper Body and left Arm and his throat is a whole mess of scars.
Deep Brown natural looking cyber-eyes that shimmer black or red depending on light if not hidden behind his retractable protective covers.
As most Trolls he is proud of his size and his body, muscle pure and simple . . not all natural mind you, but all biological . .
A Pair of the most beautyfull('cause implanted made to look natural) horns and Fangs made too look like natural Tusks you will ever see on a Troll.
Most often seen wearing white, blue or b lack Jeans and a colour matching T-Shirt with his favourite Combat-Biking Team or Urban Brawl Team-Logo on it and above that a Leather-Vest with the Logo of the Urban Tribe he lives with most of the time consisting of an image of a group of Wolves in different positions. The Vest is hung over and over hung with chains that are actually one long chain-whip which is held together on the front by a License Plate and a REALLY long leather-Belt that seems to look like the whip indiana Jones used.
His Arms are most of the time left free to show of his Scars on one Side and the Tattoo of a spikey/spiked wheel on the other side and his muscles of course. His feet are covered most of the time by his old black army boots or some running shoes. Most of the Time wearing a Pair of Hardliner Gloves with the Fingers Cut off and a Telescoping Staff on his Back and an extendable Baton on his side.

[ Spoiler ]

Living with his Uncle whom he was send to live with because his Human Parents could not Handle an Teenager that suddenly got to be allmost 3m tall and his Uncle agreed to watch over him and teach him the way of wolf. Being a Wolf Shaman he at least had a chance of making the young man understand and accept that he was the one calling the shots most of the time. He got the Name VAN(and most of his Scars) after having more or less just shaken off a collision with a vehicle of that Class better than the driver of the car whom he proceeded to pull out through the shattered windshield and beating him untill he died. After that his Family/Tribe had some trouble fending off attacks from friends of the now deceased driver of the van. To alleviate them of this burden he chose to join the army to get away from there so the attacks would stop. He came back some Years later because his Uncle had called for him, as he was to take on the role of a teacher himself as an ill-tempered girl with no memories and many scars came to live with the tribe to teach HIM a lesson. But of course, life just could not be easy can it? dumb Van had proceeded to "disfigure and destroy his body given by the totems to him with machines" as his uncle put it . . yep, he had gotten himself some cyber/bio to make himself even bigger/stronger and tougher than he was to begin with. . And of course, once he was back, guess who decided he still had to pay for what he had done to the Van-Driver back then. So the attacks started all over, the first few of which he fended off on his own with his new powers and skills. but as they became more frequent and violent he decided that he would have to work on a way to make them stop again. so he joined the spike wheels gang and became a beginner in the shadows through them, building up a network of connections for himself and getting money to help his family at the same time.

[Kenshi]

Alright! The first piece is done less than 24 hours after my original post.

Without further ado, I present CLAYMORE.

Approximate Drawing Time: 50 minutes

~Kenshi

[Fortune]

Damn, that's pretty good indeed. :)

I couldn't do anything even remotely comparable even if I had a year and was allowed to trace the outline. I envy people with artistic talent.

[Kenshi]

I hope it's to your liking. I got the impression from your description that, other than the tattoos, the character was pretty low-key (style-wise). I took a few liberties (the biker jacket, dog tags). I hope you don't mind...

~Kenshi

[Fortune]

Not at all. He's great! I love his glare.

[NightLife]

Patchwork

Human Male Medtech

B: 7 Q: 6 S: 7 C: 5: I: 6 W: 6

PC Personals
Race: Human Hair: Brown
Sex: Male Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'4 Age: 28
Weight: 250 lbs Ethnicity: Caucasian


Cyber/Bioware
Air Filter 4
Boosted Reflexes 3
Commlink 5
Radio
Cerebral Booster
Synaptic Accelerator 2

Look here for two prior interpretations.

http://aegisdeadlands.deviantart.com/art/S...ission-66083966
http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=n...ifeinkedop1.jpg

Plus message me your rates I'm always interested in seeing new versions of the main man.

[ElFenrir]

We'll go with my fairly long-existing metal bouncer, i think i posted him in another one a couple years back, but i was quite late. :grinbig:

And nice job on Claymore indeed!

In SR3, his stats run about:

Stian

Human Male Adept

Height: 6'(1.8 meters)
Weight: i never know how to convert pounds properly. I guess 180ish?
Age: 28
Hair: Long, dyed black, straight
Eyes: Blue-gray

SR3 stats aren't too important for the pic i guess, but it's priority A attributes, so he brings in B 5 Q 5 S 6 C 5 I 5 W 4. No augmentations. No visible adept powers. (killing hands, astral perception, etc.)

Stian has a wiry but muscled build, pretty attractive(to the goth club chicks kind of way), long, straight black hair, really pale, small black chin goatee, no mustache. 'Black Metal' look to him, sleeveless shirts, inverted cross necklace, spiked bracelets, black BDUs, tucked into black boots(tall, with buckles, and more spikes). Full sleeve of tats on right arm, half on left in varied pagan and demonic designs(but wears a leather jacket when it's cold..whichever is easier/cooler for you to do.) Physical Adept, Black Magic path. Straight from northern Norway(Tromso), living in Oslo for awhile before he migrated to the UCAS. Usually doesn't have a weapon(or need one, having trained in kickboxing for a long time).

[Kyoto Kid]

[Kenshi]

Sorry about the lack of activity. Work has kept me swamped. Kagetenshi's "Alex Knight" will be up later tonight... promise!

~Kenshi

[Kenshi]

Better late than never...

Here is Alex Knight!

[Fortune]

Very nice work.

[ElFenrir]

Again, nice work, Kenshi. And don't worry about the time, most of us are patient folk. You are doing us the favors, here :D

[Stahlseele]

[Kyoto Kid]

[imperialus]

I'll toss one out too.

Jiro Hatamura

Japanese Human, Combat Decker. I'll just toss out my character background here, it has a fairly good description of his face and general attitude. As for the rest of his body he is fairly tall for an Oriental man, standing at about 5'10", and carries himself with a fair degree of dignity that reflects on the way he dresses. He looks to be in his late 20's or early 30's and his hair is fairly conservative but still stylish. He'd likely be wearing a conservative business suit. His right arm is an obvious cyberarm with a cyberarm gyromount and a pair of spurs but other than that no distinguishing marks (they all got scrubbed off during the phenotypic alteration treatment). If you want to draw him armed, he typically uses a fairly tricked out machine pistol with a sound suppressor

As the doors of Seatac slid open, Jiro Hatamura got his first look at Seattle. The smog was heavy and a moderate drizzle quickly began to soak his business suit as drops of water ran down the hard lines of his face. As he paused for a moment to get his bearings several painted joytoys, of both sexes approached him shouting propositions, ideas, and prices. Jiro fought hard to keep a sneer from appearing on his face… He’d heard of how forward American society could be, but it was much more so than he’d imagined. If any of the punks knew that as little as a few months ago he would have likely killed them all where they stood for their impropriety with almost total immunity from any consequences they may have acted differently… but that was a different man, in a different world, living a different life. The old rules no longer applied, he had to adapt, evolve and relearn his skills if there was to be a hope of accomplishing his goals. He muttered something about not being interested and pushed his way past them to a line of waiting taxi’s.

Pulling the door open he shoved his small suitcase into the far side of the passenger seat and settled into the cracked, greasy synthleather seat. The driver, a grinning Rastafarian with no more than a half dozen teeth in his head turned to look at him.

“Hey mon, where ya headed?�
“I would like to be driven to an… inexpensive hotel near downtown please…� the English still felt strange on his tongue.
“No prob mon, you here fer business?�
“Yes… you could say that.�

The cabbie continued making small talk as the car wound its way through the rain slicked streets before pulling up beside a shabby mid sized building with a neon vacancy sign flickering in the evening light. As Jiro stepped out of the cab another streetwalker leaning against a streetlight smoking a cigarette shouted something at him. As she was across the street Jiro simply ignored her as he paid the fair adding the ten percent gratuity that his guidesoft assured him was customary in Seattle. Judging by the cabbies reaction the guidebook was wrong… ten percent was high, and he made sure to give Jiro his com-address in case he needed a ride back to the airport.

As Jiro walked into the hotel room and flicked on the light a naked fluorescent bulb bathed the room in a sick yellow light. He slowly removed his suit jacket and hung it to dry smoothing the creases that had formed around the armor plates concealed in the chest. Crossing the room to the window he gazed out at the street, apparently there was a club that was just starting to get busy but already the noise from the crowd and the thumping bass track could be heard clearly, sleeping might be a challenge tonight. Still though his eye caught the antiquated fire escape bolted to the side of the building, that was good, it always helped to have an escape route.

Moving to the bathroom he turned on the water and splashed some on his face. Pausing he gazed at the reflection in the mirror. His fingers slowly traced the hard line of his jawbone and across the thin lips that were still completely alien to him. It had only been two weeks since he’d emerged from the tank in Keruki San’s shadowclinic. Kanaye Sanesha had died in that tank and Jiro had been born. The rounded face that had earned him the nickname “kiddo� had vanished, replaced with angular, predatory features that looked vaguely like a bird of prey. Jiro was even taller, a fact that became readily apparent on the economy class flight over. Kanaye had sacrificed everything to come to Seattle and now it was up to Jiro to finish what Kanaye and so many others had died for.

After quickly drying his face Jiro activated his contacts list and found the one Seattle number in the list. His old fixer Hakari had given him the number, apparently Tinman was a friend of his. Hakari had gotten in touch with him and Tinman had agreed to try and find Jiro some work once he got here.

“Tinman-San, this is Jiro. I have just arrived in Seattle. Could you possibly return my call when it is convenient? I must purchase some items and find some employment and was told that you might be able to provide both.�

Jiro then began looking through the matrix hunting for some of the legal item that would be necessary to start his new life. He flagged a listing for a four-year-old Americar that would likely suit his needs for now, but had a difficult time finding a listing for an apartment that met his criteria. Perhaps this Tinman might have some suggestions.

Jiro quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt and began organizing the rest of his possessions around the room. His armored working jacket went on a chair beside the bed. He mentally popped a catch on his cyberarm and removed a small compact pistol from the hidden compartment. He checked the clip and placed the pistol on the bedside table. The rest of his cloths were carefully folded and placed in the dresser drawers. With nothing left to do but wait and his sleep regulator preventing him from actually sleeping Jiro lay back on the bed and stared at the slowly rotating ceiling fan thinking back on the chain of events that had brought him here.

[Gamble]

I'll play and present to you: Gamble

The short but stylized cropped hair that sits atop Gamble's head is nothing but a blazing and startling crimson. The color is so bright that some might believe it is a dye job but the subtle shift of orange within can't be produced by any commercial means. He's not one to star on any covers of major magazines but has that ruggedly handsome look with his squared and chiseled features. His face seems to be made of straight planes, hewn from hardened skin into his blocky facial features. Few lines mar his features; crows feet and laugh lines nonexistant but oddly a dimple ruins the smooth plane of his cheek like a chip taken from the hard surface. Dull, sea green eyes peer out from beneath thin brows, his nose hawkish and fitting with the sharp angled features of his face. Ruining the severe and serious demeanor he carries, a constant smirk causes that dimple to appear as a barbell through his tongue can periodically be seen when he speaks or when he fiddles with it absently.

The jacket that covers his upper body would appear bulky and large over someone of a smaller stature but at an even six feet tall and well built, the jacket just...fits. The sportbike jacket matches Red's hair and overall dress of reds and blacks, the ballistic and protective garment covered with impact absorbing padding over the shoulders, elbows, and forearms. The material is heavy and thick to provide the best protection against road rash, dual density body armor and dual density spine pad ensuring total protection. The jacket is left unzipped, a dirty rust colored t-shirt easily seen beneath the heavy garment. Casually placed in an inside the waistband holster, his signature Ares Predator, 'Lady Luck' can be seen.

Not one to step away from his red and black dress motif, heavy threaded cargo pants adorn his lower body, riding gloves made from the same material as his jacket peeking out of the side leg pockets. The pant legs are smartly tucked into a pair of well worn black boots most commonly seen on SWAT teams and Army Infantry.

[ElFenrir]

*gentle nudge*

Since stuff got dropped down and mixed up in the switch, i figured to try to manuver this one back up front a bit so it doesn't get lost to time.

[Stahlseele]

*pokes it*
"it's dead jim!"

[Cadmus]

Ok I'll drop my hat into the ring (IMG:style_emoticons/default/grinbig.gif) Lets go with my adept rigger hehe.

Lets see
Real Name,

Alias, Gizmo
Race, Human
Sex, Male
Height, 5"8
Weight. 200 pounds
eyes, Brown
Hair: Brown, Short basic businessman style.

Runner Archetype: Adept/Rigger
Attributes: Body:3 Agility:5(7) Reaction:4 Strength:2 Charisma:2 Intuition:5 Logic:3 Willpower:3 Edge:6

Augmentations:Skill Wires 3, Skillwire Expert system, Muscle toner 2, Radar system 3. Head Com
Adept powers: none he has have a visible effect on the mundane world as they augment his normal abilities.

Interests: Firearms, Remote technologies, The Paranormal, Drone Customization, Bad Movies, worst Jokes, Heavy Ordnance.

Distinguishing characteristics:
Gizmo tends to be fairly distracted most times (multitasking) and lacks general tack. Though he is very perceptive, (5 perception, enhanced Perception adept power) It is assumed the lack of tack is more a product of not caring more then not knowing,
Dress: Tends to wear an Armored jacket most days with a buttoned shirt under it. A pair of Shooter Glasses auged with vision enhancments,

Though he lacks charisma he has a certain concern for both the condition of his belonging and cloths as he does for him self, this tends to catch people by surprise when he speaks since how he acts dose not always reflect the clean cut dress he sports. Other Characteristics include a number of Quirks, Such as the welding of Floppy bunny ears to his two Armed Lynx Drones, If asked about it, he will simply comment on how every team needs its gun bunnies.

Weapons used most often.
Roto and Lynx Drones all armed,
Silenced sniper rifle when needed,
Are's Pred 4 silenced, Normal in a arm slide
Warhawk heavy Pistol. All weapons tend to be loaded with either Gel rounds or ADPS

(With Gizmo think Militant tech Geek (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif) With an Over developed sense of Overkill. Like the type of. I'm out of ammo. But my truck still has gas...which way did the target go MWAHAHAHA.)

[Kenshi]

::digs his way up from a deep thread grave::

WOW! That was a long wait! Sorry for the silence, but I come bearing gifts.

10 months later, here is Kyoto Kid!

This piece took me a little over an hour simply because it's the first time I've tried to draw something completely digital. Everything was done on the computer. I'm sorry if it's a little sketchy but that's kinda the point of the thread...

[vollmond]

Wow, these are all great.

Does this resurrection also mean that you are taking more input? (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)