sheut
09-03-2008, 07:44 AM
As some of you may or may not know, I can't draw to save a life; I do however write. I'm requesting that any and all available/bored artists draw this character for me, as per the description given later on... feel free to experiment, but try to keep it as close to the description as possible...
His mind raced almost as swiftly as he ran. Hours had passed since his initial encounter with the Sheut and the sun had reached its zenith, turning the city into a brazier; still Khepesh hadn’t found any answers. The vast majority of killing had stopped, for news traveled quickly and the people fled the streets for the safety of their homes, but still the Sheut marched behind their commander. Khepesh could never forget the look of that devil, his armour like the carapace of some hell-born insect, absorbing the sun’s rays rather than shining like metal ought to. His helm was shaped like a skull, flattened by a violent strike of a stone mace, its eyes sunken deep, making the slits provided for vision nearly invisible in the shadows. From the nose of the skull-like image the black alloy sharply followed a straight line to the base of the war-god’s neck; the back of the helmet fanned out, mimicking the hood of an angered cobra. The chest and torso plate bore dramatized etchings of muscle, making the wearer seem like a true god amongst mortals. Khepesh was almost amazed by the working of the mystery metal; it was one piece with several joints to allow unhampered movement. Even the arm-guards were attached to the shoulder pieces, a feat unheard of by any of Khemet’s greatest craftsmen. There was only one splash of colour, crimson on the inside of his cape creating a stark contrast to the nightmare tinted armour. Was there truly a man within that demon?
well alright... it needs a little work but this particular section of me story is a tad underdeveloped...
Anyways have at it if ya like, if not, thanks anywho.
His mind raced almost as swiftly as he ran. Hours had passed since his initial encounter with the Sheut and the sun had reached its zenith, turning the city into a brazier; still Khepesh hadn’t found any answers. The vast majority of killing had stopped, for news traveled quickly and the people fled the streets for the safety of their homes, but still the Sheut marched behind their commander. Khepesh could never forget the look of that devil, his armour like the carapace of some hell-born insect, absorbing the sun’s rays rather than shining like metal ought to. His helm was shaped like a skull, flattened by a violent strike of a stone mace, its eyes sunken deep, making the slits provided for vision nearly invisible in the shadows. From the nose of the skull-like image the black alloy sharply followed a straight line to the base of the war-god’s neck; the back of the helmet fanned out, mimicking the hood of an angered cobra. The chest and torso plate bore dramatized etchings of muscle, making the wearer seem like a true god amongst mortals. Khepesh was almost amazed by the working of the mystery metal; it was one piece with several joints to allow unhampered movement. Even the arm-guards were attached to the shoulder pieces, a feat unheard of by any of Khemet’s greatest craftsmen. There was only one splash of colour, crimson on the inside of his cape creating a stark contrast to the nightmare tinted armour. Was there truly a man within that demon?
well alright... it needs a little work but this particular section of me story is a tad underdeveloped...
Anyways have at it if ya like, if not, thanks anywho.