SPECIAL REPORT pt II

Here's the logo for S-Kill I designed. I think it looks cute but it definitely needs more work. Something to be discussed in-comic.

This is my facial worksheet based on the staff's photos. I also included me where it says ME.

SPECIAL REPORT pt I

Dear She and He Spies,

It is with great accord that I announce my new project for a website called Spawn Kill [http://spawnkill.com/]. I'll be doing an ongoing joke, nerd and game referencing, and staff casted comic called Life like a Game. It involves S-Kill, a team of highly trained videogame hunters who take on missions to hunt down videogames and make reviews based on their love/hate for the damn game. Should be fun considering I get creative freedom to joke about videogames. Neener neener neener.

So, here are my character designs for the staff of S-Kill [save K-Tuck and I].

Stephanie: she had the most input on her own design and asked for a chest cannon, so she has a dimension bending railgun implanted in her chest. Steph also asked for tiger themed ears and tail.

Eric: having been told by him that he isn't a typical gamer but is obsessed with sports games, I went with the interdimensional baseball player uniform. He'll technically be out of place in this place, but still retain his quiet love of videogame sports. Apparently, baseball is an adored past time in other dimensions as well.

Dave: Dave only requested four swords. Two in his hands, two waved around using his mind. He looks like a hack/slash character because we didn't have one on the team. He also has a Hello Kitty katana because I gave him one.

Rebecca: Becca had more input on her four chihuahuas of death, then on her actual character. Here she's represented as a typical James Bondesque villain that has four very cute very DEADLY chihuahuas. Raul is the Che beret wearing gay one [also very tiny]. Grendel is the sweetheart with the facade of a beast [his shrill roar will annoy you to death, literally]. Beowulf is the coward wearing the cape with the facade of a hero. Finally, Senor Diego el Grande is the big black dude front and center who is secretly pulling everyone's strings.

Dana: meet Dana. Dana secretly loves trolls. Or trolls love Dana. I don't know. But since this is a fantastical world, Dana has a deus-ex-machina-like Banhammer capable of rendering entire trolls unable to communicate with her thereby nulling their power [it also makes them cry for their mothers while posting on 4chan about the endeavor].

Encryptions Decrypted V

ATTN: Spies 000-999

SUMMARY: The following report was taken from a Saudi Arabian embassy in Western Europe. It was delivered to our HQ by a team of no more than 10 and no less than 8 elite trained class VII agents. The incidents recorded in these documents are for class XIII agents only. Destroy this evidence after committing it to memory.

BEGIN DOCUMENTATION:

Dubai. The After-Rebirth building. 28th floor. A head of purple locks in skin-tight street clothes squeezes through an airshaft like an obese man through a water plunge. The woman is tiny. The shaft tinier. Peacock eyes with violet pupils bubble on the surface on the shaft's walls. She recognizes this as a telepathic invasion of her person. Someone knows she's here and beams a thought to her. This is the one. Her hands find purchase on an exit grate and she slips out. Falling into a room with a single light source, she fires a cry of peril at finding what she came to find. The live-fast-die-young corpse of her friend, frozen in a flamenco dancer's pose. The black of her dress is all but overtaken by the rose red of blood. Upon further inspection one can note that the blood is not hers, but petrified she stands.

Elsewhere on the 28th floor, a man we know solely as Nazar, is standing still, but seems to be in motion, as if he could jet anywhere he would want if only he knew where to go. The air around him blurs with a tinge of blue. He's using the power of his special glass-blue eye. He can see layers upon layers. The layers of everything. Nazar spies the room with the stone cold dancer. He notices the violet hair has stopped moving. A sheet of absolute zero has covered the room. They're lost to him. Smart idea would be to leave. That's just what he does. The glass-blue eye cries if only it could.

Looking into our cases studies, we find our data on Nazar and his known affiliates. The Hand of Fatima, a gambler from the Indies, seems to be his main contact. We have footage of the two together quite often, barking at each other like a pack of belligerent drunks looking for a fight. Nazar has been affiliated with Bahamut [the temple monk famous for his sonic mantra disruption at the Incident of the Borders], Ifrit [a Gypsy mammoth of a man who has several illegal black bazaars situated in the Fertile Crescent], and Djinn [female, unknown, besides the fact she has a jailed genie in her oil lamp]. The one associate that worries us is that of the Sandwalker. Terrorist. Serial killer. Madman. Genius. Presumed dead 47 different times, the Sandwalker still plagues our agency. His catacomb of terror stretches to the farthest reaches of our imagination with no limit to his control and power.

Djinn on a dark lit street in London using her genie oil lamp to light the way. Bahamut in his mantrajet above the clouds in Kuala Lumpur. The transformation of Ghoul, our most terrifying and experienced operative in dealing with this organization of killer and thieves. He is seen to violently exhale smoke which allows him to form a body of gas armor over his person. He's your superior in the field but if he crosses our moral laws even once do NOT hesitate to execute him.

Your only other superior is an agent from another universe with videogame-like weaponry. Her name is Isabel. She's as nice as a lion cub, as deadly as a PMSing lioness. Meet with her in dreamstate and she'll give you your precise mission specs.

END DOCUMENTATION.

DELETE.

Encryptions Decrypted IV

Hello again. Welcome to another installment of Encryptions Decrypted. I'm your host, Mr. Spywithadecoderring. Let's jump right into my sketches, shall we?

Ok, so, you can't exactly jump into these sketches because they're superimposed on your computer screen, but you can gaze upon them. Let their jewels of detail cascade upon your opticals like that fashion model you just so happen to notice is wearing a NORML pin on her lapel. This is Velvet from Odin Sphere. Have I ever played the game and therefore love it? No. Have I even seen someone play the game? No. Did I find interesting concept art of Odin Sphere and feel compelled to draw her? Exactly. Isn't it great when you ask the RIGHT questions? Write that down.

Shay Maria. She's as sexy as a pair of handcuffs and a leather whip sitting on your nightstand. Artists, take note, real life models most people can't readily identify make for GREAT photo reference. I have a narration for this one:

"The sound of her clothes falling to my floor. The shine of her bottom lip in the moonlight. The clinking of her car keys she rests on my desk. Her shadow frame, stark and supple black against the soft night of my room. All ephemeral in this moment. The only detail I'll never forget is that needing look in her eye and that feeling, that knowing that I'd have her tonight. Thrice."

On the left in this exhibit is Stefan Dragonmir from Turf. If you haven't read Turf, then maybe consider finding a copy of it for your personal collection. Here's the premise in disconnected one word phrases: Prohibition. Vampires. Aliens. Mafia. TommyLeeEdwards. The last one doesn't necessarily count, but it makes all the difference. TLE's thick ink, heavy noir existence on paper is an advancement in storytelling. No lie. And on the right, you'll see a noiry shot of my favorite creator-owned character, Niki Fury. Her positioning isn't as fluid or natural as I'd've liked it to be, but her facial expression is one for the records. It's the type of face that combines sinister and sexy so much so that you have nothing left in you but to stare were she real.

The blue girl is a friend of mine that fit a character I wanted to draw at the time perfectly. The name, Lady la Vis, is actually the name of a character I asked my sister to create for me. La Vis means "the screw" in French, for those of you non-French spies reading this. I'll always credit my sister with Lady la Vis [though I've taken heavy design liberties with her]. Also? The blue copic outline really does the work.

Here's Lady la Vis in all her bed-lazing glory. Lady la Vis is a pirate queen that sails a jungle river with her hallucinogen mist-immune crew. She has impeccable sword skill, her ethnicity is that of a local blue Indian tribe of women only, and her hopes and dreams are that of her crew. Below is an excerpt from her personal journal:

"It's one of those days again. I think about him and her and I want to cry. I closed off my quarters telling my personal watch I needed some privacy. They inquired as to the reason for my privacy and I cut them off for questioning my decisions. But in reality, instead of some devious ploy for treasure I'd purloined off a rotting Seaman's corpse, I just wanted to curl into a ball of bedsheets and cry. And that's what I did. I wasn't the only one crying, thank heavens. The sky closed like a fist and punched a click-clack of heavy drops onto my window. The deluge, like a snowball, increased and increased and increased. As did my tears."

Encryptions Decrypted III

Right before school starts every year, stores go into back-to-class mode. The night before Day 1, I'd always have folders made up with lots of loose leaf to take syllabus notes in every new class. So, freshmen year in high I had a yellow notebook I had no need for. Getting bored in class, I'd see all that white paper as a waste of space and start doodling. Doodle here, doodle there. Next thing I know, I'm hands deep every day in that folder making up characters, stories for said characters, weapons, and environments. This is my very first comic. To be honest though, it was intended to be a cartoon series based heavily on RPG and anime influences. Finding a project name for it was hard, but I settled on Frontier.

My main characters: it all started when I wanted to make characters based on my group of friends. Naturally, I started with me as the main, had to find the perfect name for him so I stuck with Leo Summers. He uses a sword, wears basically the same outfit I loved to wear, and looked sort of like me. Next was just a slew of characters who have changed tremendously over my time on the comic. Sakura Kennelly is the main girl character, love interest to Leo, and uses a swordwhip. Quiro Elana was the next guy I created, he has this badass one shoulder pauldron thing, uses 2 spears simultaneously, and did the Brock from Pokemon thing where he never opened his eyes. Hitomi Vega changed the most over all because she is a summoner that would change her costume based on the summon she performs. Storm is a master of controlling the wind, uses a large sword, and had cool long manly hair. May Tenshi is a martial artist who is shy when it comes to matters of the heart and courageous when it comes to battles of the body and soul. My favorite part of her was the martial arts gear she wore with the oversized sleeves. Last, but not least is Kai Onimoto a character I've kept using for all of time. He's a ninja samurai.

My main enemies: These are the so-called Element Masters. Each of them controlled a different element. Genesis Cook, a name I created and never stopped using either, is the main Sephiroth-like white haired villain. He controls darkness and is the best friend of Leo. Genesis summoned a black one-winged tiger named Ouroburos that allowed him utmost shadow capabilities. Jast is a surfer/ninja/mermaid with ridiculous eyebrows and sideburns. He used a large spear and controlled water. Also, in my comic, mermaids had horns. Alexis Chase is a martial arts classmate of May's and controls ice and her own ki. She is an ice queen and reserved herself for Genesis. Lavaho is a mechanic that controls fire and used armored arms to really do some work. Hitari Ayanami and Izis de Simone were both in the main team at separate times for separate reasons. Hitari, the lightning master, is a thief and joins the team under the pretenses that the lightning master the team looks for is a man, so she infiltrates their team. Leo and Hitari were to fall in love, Sakura was going to distance herself from the team because of Hitari, but everything gets alright in the end. Hitari has really cool tonfa blades. Izis is Leo's ex and controls earth and light. She joins later and helps the team out with her fencing abilities. The Element Master of wind is Storm. He would've quit the team in the wind master arc and faced them at the end. But it would be a misunderstanding. Storm was never recruited into the Element Masters. The EM spread rumors that the public opinion of Storm out to be one of them.

The Elementals: this is a team of element masters I created that were formed to be a copycat team tantamount to the seven Element Masters. Salazar--leader, uses claws, controls darkness. Awata--sister of Jast without fully formed mermaid horns, uses a staff, controls water. Linneri--archaeologist, controls earth, uses ancient weapons. Jet Wiles--controls wind, rides a boomerang. Dalton--knight, controls lightning, uses a lance. Blane Mitiara--punk rockstar, controls fire. Hyouga--kid magician, controls ice and magic, uses daggers.

LUNA: she's a character I've always wanted and always had. She's an acrobat, the greaseman on heist jobs, and would a mixture of dance fighting and capoeira. She's from a rewrite of Frontier I'd do at one point in my past that involved the main team being a group of thieves.

Here is something random I drew after wanting to try a new style after reading some wuxia I picked up in Chinatown. Most don't know what wuxia is like or what Chinese manwha look like. It's colorful, vibrant, fast, symbolic, and full of fighting. Wuxia is a type of Chinese story that was based in their history [mainly the Three Kingdoms era] that fantasizes the battles into kung fu legends. Great stuff.

Encryptions Decrypted II

Let me take this time to yell at you all about something that matters most to me, somewhat. That guy with the shirt that says "I'm a douchebag." His shirt is not some form of sarcasm. He is indeed a douchebag of the highest degree and knows it. Thank you. That is all.

Wait. Ok one more thing. I've renewed my love and adoration for Hailey Williams. Amazing singer, hair like fire, younger than me by a couple months. Ok. That's all I had to say really, haha

Have any of you he and she spies watched Top Chef or played Final Fantasy XII? Well, I've done both and been captivated by two beauties: Padma Lakshi from Top Chef and Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca-somethingorother from FF12. So, I used Padma as my real life model [probably because she is a real life model] and super imposed Ashe's clothes onto them. Worked out pretty fine with those brush pens I love so dearly.

Another of Niki Fury looking tough and buff. She's the type of woman who'll take a kick to the teeth but rest assured will have your neck broken in return. She's the fire of desire. The female Nick Fury in my connected comic-verse of spies, thieves, assassins, and et cetera.

The first American comics I ever read were the Death of Superman. My dad said I could only read them once if I was very careful with each and every page of every issue. I didn't understand most of it with my adolescent mind, but very much enjoyed the fist to face action of Supes v. Doomsday. And when Kal-el died saving us all...I cried. Actual fluids escaped my tear ducts when I read that. Powerful stuff. Heavy, too. I was 6 or 7 when that happened. To be introduced to a great character only to have him martyred by story's end was a whole experience when you're that young. Oh, and I actually asked to wear that black armband once I knew of them.

Ever do that? Just sit in a field looking for some lucky four leaf clovers? I've never done it. Just wondering if you have. If Lady Luck looked this lascivious, I'd have asked her to blow on my dice too.

A sketch, a sketch, I do confess. Here's another character I love of mine. Her name's Phoenix and she's Chinese. She's immortal in a rather unconventional fashion and controls fire. The story here, in the best Geoff-Johns-sicko iteration I can muster, is:

"He doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve this. But I'll give it to him anyway. I'll show him the passionate flames that flicker in my heart-- whether he wants to see them or not. If only love and marriage were as simple as fire. I'd have no trouble with it then-- because I'd be the one in control."

Encryptions Decrypted I

Starting now till eternity I'll be showing my secret drawings for all you guy and girl spies out there. the first two images are, of course, just retools of older images I felt needed some color. After most images I'll let you into my thought processes on the images, a comedic tale of how I ended up drawing them, or just random thoughts. Always remember to enjoy.

Just an old image I pencilled on a trolley to Comic-Con and inked at a boring panel about Marvel's new animation line. It's Executive Assistant Iris. Thought the orange color was cool

Same drawing deal as the last. I didn't even know how to draw this position and ended up doing it anyway for a self-challenge. The best kind of challenge. Came out great but a little stiff. The blue gives the discs and nudity an eerie feel, alien almost.

The New Stuff. Half of this was spontaneous sword and shield fantasy creativity, half trying to impress a girl reading Return of the King on a trolley, haha. Never finished it because I had "class" immediately after doing this. And by class, I mean slipping into a university I'm not enrolled at, slipping into a lesson in the history building like I was a late transfer, and getting a freebie. Trust me. No one noticed.

Yayyyyy, this is my girlfriend, my love, Sarah. She was in a particularly spylike mood and so I drew her as a secret agent, complete with silenced pistol. Blue and orange are my favorite two colors, so that's why I chose it. Yeah

Oooooooohhh, I remember this one. This is me, with my newfound love of brush pens, doing a picture of Selina Kyle if she was in any crime fiction novel. I find that I never draw straight-on pictures anymore. Every time I draw, I'm drawing a scene from a comic that'll never happen. My make-believe Richard-Stark-like story here is as follows:

"Selina was made and wasn't having it. The briefcase was too important to give up. With it, Selina could purchase a ticket to somewhere new, a new pair of shoes, and a new life to match. But standing between her and that shiny luxury was a man dressed as a bat. The goddamn legend of Crime Alley-- Batman. He looked particularly hungry for a bullet. So, Selina fed him one."