illustration + character design + comics
I have made a tumblr portfolio since blogspot decided it wanted to destroy my life. If you’re interested in strictly portfolio uploads, or are just curious what my portfolio looks like, you can check it out here. It doesn’t get updated very often as it’s mostly for clients and job interviews :>
Some warm up sketches I did of Dom! The many (bitter) expressions of a mad man. I just got back from TCAF and was super inspired by all the awesome comics there. I can’t wait to apply for next year!
Preliminary roughs for Vincent’s design—the before and after of him. He is somewhat tweaked from a hardened hitman to more of a scientist who’s been through basic training and knows how to hold a gun. His outfit is inspired by victorian era cloaks, jackets and uniforms, as he is from a time removed from the main plotline. He still has somewhat old fashioned clothes from when he first fell asleep after the experiments. His headband has been turned into bandages for this design, from being a patient of the insane Dr. Hojo.
I’ll talk more about him when I get further along in the design process, for now though…. rough sketches!
Tifa yelling at Cloud, when he’s a greedy dick in the beginning of the game. 8) This is an older sketch— but i wanted to post something before I fled off to TO-land for TCAF. Enjoy gaiz!
commission of a big kitty kat magical creature thing! I always love getting the chance to draw animals :>
Conner and Arabesque, two con-artist-gypsy-foxes. For fun, will add more later.
Another commission finished! This one kind of looks like ass when it’s resized but that’s how tumblr rolllss
The author of Boot Hill (Michelle Webber), the weird western that i’m co-writing and illustrating, has started a new blog on the good ‘ol Word Press. Here is her first post, you can check out more of her work over at Sorry Songbird. There will be periodic updates about her writing adventures and as always, Boot Hill snippits for those of you who are curious about the story and characters <3
Also, enjoy the complimentary sketch of Finch :>
As my very first post to “The Sorry Songbird,” I will be posting some brand new writing for Boot Hill. I used an exercise given to me from my intermediate fiction professor, and it is one of the few that I found useful. I posted this on my old blog, but here is the exercise one more time for everyone’s reference–and I encourage you to give it a whirl if you haven’t already.
Write a 20-sentence scene with two characters. Each sentence must incorporate the specifications below, respectively:
- A sentence with a wall or boundary in it
- A sentence with weather (temperature, wind, air) in it
- A sentence with a sound in it
- A sentence with a gesture in it
- A line of dialogue of six words or less
- A sentence with light in it
- A line of dialogue of ten words or more
- A sentence with a ceiling or floor in it
- A sentence with a texture (the feel of something) in it
- A sentence with an object smaller than a hand in it
- A sentence with an allusion to literature or art in it
- A sentence fragment
- A sentence with a piece of furniture in it
- A line of dialogue that is a question
- Another line of dialogue that is a question
- A sentence with a hand or fingers in it
- A sentence with a dash in it
- A sentence with an allusion to a current event in it
- A sentence with a metaphor in it
- A line of dialogue that is whispered
Here is mine. I didn’t follow the sentence structure completely, but I tried to stay as close as I could. It needs some revision and expansion, but it’s a great skeleton for the actual scene when it’s done. Enjoy!
I retrace my steps back to the dead-end in the labyrinthine slot canyon, relieved by the sight of Finch’s piles of trinkets, books, poorly-folded clothing, and water skins he has stored here over the years. The pummeling heat outside hardly touches the bottom of the ravine, and I shudder as I sit down and lean against the cool, gritty wall across from Finch, next to a crooked stack of leather-bound books. I pluck the top book from the stack and open it. The spine cracks with age and neglect, and the words inside are faint, barely legible. The writing style seems vaguely familiar.
“Should’ve left you back there,” Finch says, shaking his head. He rolls his good shoulder backwards and stretches his legs out so that they touch the only patch of sunlight peeking between the canyon’s narrow, jagged walls.
“And what’s keeping you from doing it?” I say, clenching my fists. “Right now. I never asked to ride your coat tails.” Part of me fears the possibility that he might follow my advice. “I didn’t ask for this.”
Finch doesn’t respond. I wait for some time but he has averted his eyes and won’t look up at me. I set the unread book in my hands beside me, yank my boots and sweat-stained socks off, and fling them aside, dipping my toes beneath the cold, smooth sand. The tiny grains adhere to my damp feet, and I don’t bother to try and shake them off. I pick up another book from the pile and open it. Written in bold, frantic script on the inside cover: “Quinn.” The same name as the scientist whose findings I’d been running from since I’d stumbled upon his work among the university’s shelves of untouched archives.
“Where did you find these?” I ask, grabbing at another one of the books to check the inside cover. There it is again. Quinn.
Finch quickly asks, “Do they mean anything to you?”
My thumb catches on a corner of a page near the end of the book, and I part the pages. There are words, but for some inexplicable reason I’m too afraid to read them–too afraid to see whatever connection it holds to Finch. The gunslinger stands with some difficulty, careful of his injured arm in my makeshift sling, and begins to walk toward me. He crouches down so that his face is only a cricket’s wing from mine.
He inclines his head near my ear and whispers, “What do you know about him?”
Commission done! D: Had fun with the colours on this one :>
A commission not bought by, but for the amazingly talented joscomie, who is a constant inspiration to me ;; It was such a pleasure to work with these characters, I went out of my way to work in my more sketchy / fluid style. I’m fairly happy with the result!
Personality:
Felix is a charismatic, arrogant and manipulative noble as well as a General to the King of Falls D’Ange, though he typically acts as an adviser and financial planner. He is a flamboyant show off, enjoys being the center of attention and is known for his flirtatious and charming ways. In the public eye he is a peacock of a politician and celebrity citizen of the city but when not in the spotlight Felix is an alchemist who studies the science of the occult and works with the souls of the dead, to satisfy his insatiable curiosity about how the world works. Rumours about his past and private life are a constant topic of gossip amongst the court and the people and this isn’t helped by his sometimes flighty tendencies. Running away from his personal issues often gets in the way of being capable at his job and gaining full respect in society. He is not a bad person (anymore), but it would be difficult to claim he was a good one.
Appearance:
Felix is a descendant of demon nobility and these traits show most clearly in his red eyes, fangs, slightly pointed ears. He has curly red hair, something he is very proud of and isn’t a common trait amongst humans. His skin is cinnamon coloured and while he keeps himself in shape to fit into his pretty clothes collection, he’s not built or particularly muscular. He is a magic user and physical activity is either a strain to him or simply too much effort.
Commissioner’s Notes:
Felix is very proud of his fantastic sense of fashion, which isn’t really shown in the refs but is based off fantasy versions of 16th and 17th century France and Northern Europe. He loves singing, dancing, flirting, and artistic things. On the flip side he’s a bit of a mad scientist and also loves experimentation with souls, seals, curses, potions and the like. He also loves Tak; his tomboy, mercenary, warrior girlfriend. She protects him in a fight and ends up saving his life a lot, usually by things he’d brought on himself.
finally made one of these for Fe. ‘bout bloody time.
Selling prints online at fancy owl studio’s storenvy. Go go go! <3
For some reason this commission gave me hell. I don’t know why, but i’m glad it’s over, finally.
A birthday sketch for the dapperest owl that ever dapped of characters from her joint story project, Boot Hill.
I don’t know as much about the story as I’d like, so I hope I did the characters some justice. Sorry it’s a little late, Hunter! Hope you like it! :)
hhhhhhh BOOT HILL FANART. 8) 8) 8) I love the ideas this lad comes up with. Such an accurate scenario.