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I’m looking for someone to make sketches of the following images, or resembling them anyway. Concept for a super villain/anti-hero in an RP I’m working on. I’ll also happily accept a graphics artist, though I’m not holding my breath.

Just to clarify, focus on the character nothing else. Not the backgrounds or texts/letters.

PM me for a short discussion or have at it and PM me the sketches.

Thank you for your time.






I’m looking for someone to make sketches of the following images, or resembling them anyway. Concept for a super villain/anti-hero in an RP I’m working on. I’ll also happily accept a graphics artist, though I’m not holding my breath.

Just to clarify, focus on the character nothing else. Not the backgrounds or texts/letters.

PM me for a short discussion or have at it and PM me the sketches.

Thank you for your time.








Mike stepped back slowly from the door, almost transfixed at what he saw through the plexiglass. What were once coworkers, friends, and happy-go-lucky tourists were now rotting, flesh eating, abominations. Clawing and banging at the sealed down like a pack of hungry bears, or demons. He shook his head slightly, now wasn’t the time to fall apart. Not now. These people needed his help. He was hotel security after all, protecting them and any others that might still live was his duty.

He had initially ignored Carter and the other man whom had restrained him. ’Shame the bloke didn’t go ahead and snap his arm... he thought pettily to himself. After all, that fool was about to seal him and the rest outside to be eaten by those creatures. A broken arm would’ve been the kindest punishment for such cowardice and selfishness.

Aside from Carter, Mike knew none of these peoples’ names. For now, all he had to go on was looks and character behavior. Carter was a lost cause, and Mike honestly wouldn’t be too hurt inside if the selfish prick was torn apart anytime soon. The man who had restrained him seemed like the useful type, and the best help that Mike might get in securing an escape for everyone. The two women who were paired he was still unsure of, true enough they had gotten here alright, but the one speaking French seemed at her wits’ end. Certainly not the one I’d lend my piece to. Mike thought.

The shaggy American seemed like he could be of help too, as did the other woman who had joined them. Mike wiped the sweat from his forehead as Carters’ restrainer spoke to him, “Well,” he started ,”firstly, your right about the phone lines. Since the whole mess started I’ve been trying to reach anyone I could. The police, the ASDF, the ADF, but nothing. No phones, no radio, no power. It’s a bloody damned mess...”

He walked past the collective group, adjusting his tan colored shirt as he pulled out the rolling chair at the control panel, turning it around and having a seat. “I’ve been monitoring the security cams all over the hotel itself. Outside and in. Things are even worse outside, hell, you can see smoke coming from the beach.”

”So what?” demanded Carter as he rolled and massaged at his arm ”Your saying the whole damned island is probably like this?”

“I wouldn’t quite say that,” Mike said ,”wiping at his brow again ,”I imagine the police are handling things in Moresby. The mayor may even have managed to get ahold’ of the ADF. But God only knows when they’ll get this thing... contained. I don’t know about the rest of Banoi, but the resort seems to be completely... overun. The hotel, the bungalows, the beach...”

Carter swore under his breath, crossing his arms and falling backward against the wall at his back. Mike stood and approached Cole, hands at his sides ,”Now, about you folks getting out of here, I do know a way, but it’s risky.”

”Spill it.” Carter demanded uncrossing his arms.

Mike glared sideways at Carter before turning his eyes to Cole and the others ,”The underground garage is only a little ways’ from here. Cars, vans, buses, plenty of rides for all of you. You can steal a ride and drive like hell for Moresby. I’ll bet they’ve got refugee centers set up there.”
The Dead Island Intro is the sickest thing ever. And uh, I'm not committing, even where I am interested, but what are you going to cap the number of participants at?


I’ll probably accept one or two more players. For now anyway.
CARTER PERKINS


”You-... bastard!” snapped Carter, jerking only slightly ”Let me go! That door, shut it! You idiot!” Carter snarled, jerking slightly again. ”If your such a tough guy then get out there and break their arms!” Despite Coles’ warning Carter struggled to break loose, jerking harder though in vain. His face was red in fury and he breathed heavily between grunts of effort and fury.

Mike fired off another round in the hallway, the bullet striking an undead surfer between the eyes. With a snap back of his head and a throaty grunt, the zombie collapsed to the floor. Mike looked to his left, then back to his right. He could hear savage screams from down the hallway to his left, and make out the silhouette of two men and a woman madly running in his direction. The fierce gag-like screams came from them as they flailed their arms wildly amid there dashed toward Mike. “Shit!” Mike hissed.

To his right, four of the slower undead staggered in his direction, he could see more coming from further away, through the now collapsed doors. They were about to be swarmed. “Seal the door!” the Aussie security guard cried to the blonde woman Charlotte as he hurriedly holstered his gun and literally shoved the last of the newcomers through the doorway as the three runners closed in, their faces bloody and their eyes red with murder.

@Heretic@Slim Shady
@Delphio I’m posting tonight, I was going to have Cole restrain the man attempting to close the door if that’s alright with you. That’s about as much as useful as I can make my character at the moment. I can post tonight when I get home, but you’re more than welcome to continue if you have a post ready


I was legitimately hoping for that. I’d youd like, you have permission to post about Carter swearing up a storm and throwing an elbow into Cole’s face. To which Cole can do a hard face-slam on him, that being slamming him down onto the floor on his face. Only if you want.
@Slim Shady I assume your holding off on your next post?
CARTER PERKINS


“Hold on.” Mike said, firmly pulling loose from Charlottes grasp.

”Yeah, just what-“ Carter started before Mike suddenly silenced him with a raised finger and a sharp Shhhh!. Carter started to protest, crowbar raised in one hand, then he heard the sounds from outside in the hallway. Someone shouted loudly, as well as a great crashing sound and struggling. Multiple shouts actually could be heard as well as the moans and growls of the undead outside. Not those at the door, but others.

“Damn,” Mike barked ,”there’s more people out there! We have to save them!”

”Hey don’t open that fucking door! Who knows how many of those things are out there! This is our only safe haven!” Carter waved his bloody crowbar frantically. This fool wasn’t honestly about to open the door for those things to come pouring in on them was he? In truth, Carter didn’t like him opening the door for these newcomers either, but it had all happened too fast for him to protest.

“Move.” Mike said loudly, ignoring the indignant lawyer. He pushed past the blonde woman who had addressed him and stepped over to the control panel. ”Don’t!” Carter yelled angrily. “Move!” Mike yelled, spinning around, drawing his pistol as the plexiglass door came sliding open, the angry snarls of the undead monsters plaguing their ears. Carter leapt aside and there was a sharp bang! as Mike fired his pistol. The lead zombie fell back into the other two limply, it’s body thudding to the floor. Mike fired again, the bullet striking the second undead in the chest, unfazing it as it snarled, it’s bloody teeth pressed against dead gray lips. Mike fired a third time, this time the second zombie collapsed noiselessly beside the first.

Mike ran forward as the third undead, an elderly man in a black suit tried to step over its fallen companions. Mike surged through the door, delivering a swift kick into the mans’ torso and sent him reeling down onto the floor. The undead raised its head from the floor and released an angry growl. Mike leaned forward and fired a fourth time, killing the undead executioner style with a single shot.

“Hey over here!” Mike yelled down the hall, turning in the direction of the sounds they had heard. Even in the dark he could make out the shapes of several people, caught in a death struggle with several more of the undead. He could see at least four people, a man and three women it seemed. “Come on hurry!” he yelled, his thick Australian accent echoing through the hall. He raised his gun and fired a fifth shot, the bullet striking the knee of one of the undead, bringing it down to a collapsed crouch position. Mike cringed as he heard angry shouts and savage screams in the distance. Firing his gun had apparently stirred up a proverbial hornets nest.

“Let’s go now!”

Inside the security room, Carter shuffled his feet nervously as he listened to the gunshots and shouting. More of those things would be coming, the shouting and gunshots would draw them in droves. That door needed to be shut now. ”Fuck it! I’m closing the door! We aren’t safe!” he dropped his crowbar and made a dash for the control panel near the monitors.

____________________________________________________________________________@Zoey White@Heretic@Vaeltaja@Athol@Slim Shady
Pardon the delay. Posting today, he rhymed.
@Slim Shady@Heretic

CARTER PERKINS


”What the hell?”

Carter Perkins spun around, crowbar in hand as he heard the commotion at the security room door. The door was made of hardened plexiglass, shatter resistance and blast resistant. So it wasn’t like these “walking dead” as they were could just pound it in like any other door. Still though, Carters’ nerves were far from settled. Understandably so after all.

“Who’s that?” Mike called from where he sat at the control station. Carter walked towards the sealed door, gripping the bloody crowbar in both hands over his shoulder, prepared to swing. As he drew close to the door, he could see it was a man and a woman, both young and from Carter could see, alive.
”Hey open the door!” he called over his shoulder ”We’ve got two live ones here! Open up!”

“Right!” Mike called back, tapping a button on the control panel with a slight beep. Carter stepped back as the door came sliding open, stepping aside as the pair entered the control room. He turned his gaze back outside, and it was then that he saw the two undead staggering down the hall, presumably having been chasing the two newcomers. ”Close it up!” he called frantically as one of the undead surged forward with a sudden burst of speed. “Shit!” Mike hissed as he pounded his palm down onto the button.

With a beep the door came sliding shut, though not before the lead zombie thrust its arm out, only for it to be smashed between the door and the frame. A loud whirring could be heard as the door tried to force itself shut, causing blood to spew from the zombies’ arm as it was crushed from the pressure. The door suddenly stopped whirring, then came sliding open, a safety mechanism installed to prevent mutialation. ”Son-of-a-bitch!” Carter yelled as he rushed forward and swung his crowbar.

The blunt metal instrument cracked across the zombies’ face, sending a spray of blood across the floor and Carters’ blue shirt. Carter viciously kicked the undead man and sent him reeling back through the doorway into his companion. Mike hit the button again and this time the door slid completely shut. Carter stepped back slowly, adrenaline surging through his body as he dropped his crowbar with a clatter.

“You folks alright?” Mike asked as he stood up from his chair. He was of average build, clean shaven, and looked to be in his late twenties roughly. He was dressed in the uniform of a security guard, and at his waist hung a baton and a pistol, holstered of course. Mike and Carter both suddenly jumped as a heavy thud came from the door. Three of the undead were hard pressed against the plexiglass, clawing, slapping, and punching at it. Angry snarls and weak moans came from their leering, rotted faces.

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