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Allright, sorry for the delay. Uni stuff got in the way.
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Thomas Erhart - Forest
As days passed and he got used to the daily rythm of the army again, he couldn't help but smile at the slow progress of the new recruits. It was both nostalgic and funny to see them struggle with excercises he had once struggled with, and could now perform with relative ease. And so they arrived at the very first 3dmg excercise, a clumsy struggle throgh the local forest that always ended in a dozen of bruises and painful accidents, none too serious, but all certainly hilarious. He himself found himself in the first row, and quickly got moving throughthe forest. His previous experience was a devastating asset in clearing this excericise without any trouble, even though he had never completed his training. At this point he might not be as good as a real soldier, but he was easily better than all of these guys combined. Once the assistant gave the green sign, he grinned at his fellow trainees.
"Let's not keep them waiting, right?" He said, and bursted off.
As days passed and he got used to the daily rythm of the army again, he couldn't help but smile at the slow progress of the new recruits. It was both nostalgic and funny to see them struggle with excercises he had once struggled with, and could now perform with relative ease. And so they arrived at the very first 3dmg excercise, a clumsy struggle throgh the local forest that always ended in a dozen of bruises and painful accidents, none too serious, but all certainly hilarious. He himself found himself in the first row, and quickly got moving throughthe forest. His previous experience was a devastating asset in clearing this excericise without any trouble, even though he had never completed his training. At this point he might not be as good as a real soldier, but he was easily better than all of these guys combined. Once the assistant gave the green sign, he grinned at his fellow trainees.
"Let's not keep them waiting, right?" He said, and bursted off.
Alex Clark - Outpost
It had been a tumultuous month for Alex. Once he had woken up in Haywood a day and a half later, pale from bloodloss and shock from the shotwound in his side and the multiple stabbing wounds. He didn't remember much from the few days after that, but eventually he found himself on his feet again, and a scout again. Sylar, a man he respected, was now the leader of the scouts, Enrique, who had a bit of a questionnable reputation since the events in Haywood, was their drill sargeant nasty, as he recalled from the website TV tropes, back when there was internet. Oh, the internet. It had been ages since he had accessed the internet. How strange life went. However, he had learned from the events at Haywood. He had learned to be even more careful of the people around him, and to never let himself be led astray again. To stay true to himself and not to let anyone use him for their own purposes so obviously. And he had learned that Reggie had been right. He was weak. He might've beaten a single man in a fight to the death, something that still haunted him to this day, but he nearly got himself killed in the process. He had to grow tougher, stronger, faster and smarter if he wanted to survive, and for that reason, combined with his desire to stay with the Scouts, he threw himself on Enrique's drills like noone in the entire Outpost did. The rifle in his hands felt comfortable now. Yes, Enrique's training was already showing in Alex near the end of the month, as his physical capabilities aswell as marksmanship skills were rapidly rising. However, nothing grew as fast as his confidence. He knew his greatest fear, to lose those around him and to die himself, and in the past he had always been too weak to save others, or himself for that matter. The solution had been to grow stronger, and here he stood. If he ever wanted to be able to save others, he had to believe in his own skills, something that was finally coming. His old pitchfork abandoned and replaced by a rifle, his trusted survival knife on his belt.
Outspost - Scouts
Now preparing for his first scouting mission in a long time, Alex checked his gear for the third time, just to be sure. The Scouts had grown considerably in numbers eversince the Haywood incident, and amongst them little groups had started forming. Much to his dismay, Alex wasn't truly a part of any of them. He knew the veterans pretty well, but they still saw him as a child in need of help, while the newer people were estranged by his determination and resulting solitude, and had refrained from befriending him much.
It had been a tumultuous month for Alex. Once he had woken up in Haywood a day and a half later, pale from bloodloss and shock from the shotwound in his side and the multiple stabbing wounds. He didn't remember much from the few days after that, but eventually he found himself on his feet again, and a scout again. Sylar, a man he respected, was now the leader of the scouts, Enrique, who had a bit of a questionnable reputation since the events in Haywood, was their drill sargeant nasty, as he recalled from the website TV tropes, back when there was internet. Oh, the internet. It had been ages since he had accessed the internet. How strange life went. However, he had learned from the events at Haywood. He had learned to be even more careful of the people around him, and to never let himself be led astray again. To stay true to himself and not to let anyone use him for their own purposes so obviously. And he had learned that Reggie had been right. He was weak. He might've beaten a single man in a fight to the death, something that still haunted him to this day, but he nearly got himself killed in the process. He had to grow tougher, stronger, faster and smarter if he wanted to survive, and for that reason, combined with his desire to stay with the Scouts, he threw himself on Enrique's drills like noone in the entire Outpost did. The rifle in his hands felt comfortable now. Yes, Enrique's training was already showing in Alex near the end of the month, as his physical capabilities aswell as marksmanship skills were rapidly rising. However, nothing grew as fast as his confidence. He knew his greatest fear, to lose those around him and to die himself, and in the past he had always been too weak to save others, or himself for that matter. The solution had been to grow stronger, and here he stood. If he ever wanted to be able to save others, he had to believe in his own skills, something that was finally coming. His old pitchfork abandoned and replaced by a rifle, his trusted survival knife on his belt.
Outspost - Scouts
Now preparing for his first scouting mission in a long time, Alex checked his gear for the third time, just to be sure. The Scouts had grown considerably in numbers eversince the Haywood incident, and amongst them little groups had started forming. Much to his dismay, Alex wasn't truly a part of any of them. He knew the veterans pretty well, but they still saw him as a child in need of help, while the newer people were estranged by his determination and resulting solitude, and had refrained from befriending him much.
Thomas Erhart
It had been quite strange when he returned here for the second time. His second time as a trainee. The Military police hadn't offered him much of an alternative, but considering the circumstances they had let him off quite lightly. Sadly, due to the fact that his last time as a trainee he had dropped out to return home after two long years of training, he had to do it all over again. From the start. The first day he had been too melancholic to do anything but think of the friends he had made during those years, and of the reasons he had come here. Peter... That fucking bastard... If he just hadn't... That stupid boy should've listened to him when it wasn't too late. Now Ralph, Elliot and Eline were dead, their parents traumatized for life, and Nicole stuck with them. Peter had also joined the military, but in another trainee camp, while Nicole had remained with their parents, as promised by the MP. Yes, he had gotten off lightly. Murder and desertion, both crimes for which he could easily hang, and instead both were officially declared void, in exchange for servie to the nation. And here he was again.
The next day started with the basic ability tests, to see if one was able at all to become a soldier. When he was raised into the sky it took not a moment to get used to being suspended by wires again, and he felt his confidence gather again. There was no need to let his past influence his actions here. He had learned to love being a soldier, and to take pride in his skills, and all that he would have to do was forget about his family left in ruins. His last act as the protective older brother was to sacrifice his future as a free man and become a soldier to ensure their safety, aswell as to give Peter a new future, away from the family he had hurt so much. He had done enough. Now it was time for himself to shine. Balancing on the wires with obvious ease as if he was born into them, he sent the instructors a pleased look as even they blinked twice as if they could not believe their eyes. "Trainee Thomas Erhart, you passed." The man said sheepishly, upon which Thomas descended and walked back to the row with a pleased smirk. He saw several looks of admiration and jealousy alike, and one or two of indifference or disgust, and he enjoyed that. Let them writhe in their frustration, while I show them how it's done.
Forming back in the line he intercepted part of an ongoing conversation and decided to join in. "So you were thinking about the Survey Corps eh?"
It had been quite strange when he returned here for the second time. His second time as a trainee. The Military police hadn't offered him much of an alternative, but considering the circumstances they had let him off quite lightly. Sadly, due to the fact that his last time as a trainee he had dropped out to return home after two long years of training, he had to do it all over again. From the start. The first day he had been too melancholic to do anything but think of the friends he had made during those years, and of the reasons he had come here. Peter... That fucking bastard... If he just hadn't... That stupid boy should've listened to him when it wasn't too late. Now Ralph, Elliot and Eline were dead, their parents traumatized for life, and Nicole stuck with them. Peter had also joined the military, but in another trainee camp, while Nicole had remained with their parents, as promised by the MP. Yes, he had gotten off lightly. Murder and desertion, both crimes for which he could easily hang, and instead both were officially declared void, in exchange for servie to the nation. And here he was again.
The next day started with the basic ability tests, to see if one was able at all to become a soldier. When he was raised into the sky it took not a moment to get used to being suspended by wires again, and he felt his confidence gather again. There was no need to let his past influence his actions here. He had learned to love being a soldier, and to take pride in his skills, and all that he would have to do was forget about his family left in ruins. His last act as the protective older brother was to sacrifice his future as a free man and become a soldier to ensure their safety, aswell as to give Peter a new future, away from the family he had hurt so much. He had done enough. Now it was time for himself to shine. Balancing on the wires with obvious ease as if he was born into them, he sent the instructors a pleased look as even they blinked twice as if they could not believe their eyes. "Trainee Thomas Erhart, you passed." The man said sheepishly, upon which Thomas descended and walked back to the row with a pleased smirk. He saw several looks of admiration and jealousy alike, and one or two of indifference or disgust, and he enjoyed that. Let them writhe in their frustration, while I show them how it's done.
Forming back in the line he intercepted part of an ongoing conversation and decided to join in. "So you were thinking about the Survey Corps eh?"
Nice, season 3 :D
Alex Clark - Haywood - Jessalyn/Riley/Audrey
In a funny state of mind he watched the lady give birth to a child. It amused him, and made him feel at ease, despite the situation. He leaned against the door that had fallen open, looking inside, slightly delirious by bloodloss. The deep stabbing wound in his shoulder was a bloody mess, in all senses of the phrase, and the shot wound in his side made moving painful as fuck. Luckily the worst of the bleeding had been stopped to a certain degree by the many layers of clothing he wore, amongst which a shirt a few sizes too small that had probably saved his life just now. Then he turned his attention to the crawler moving towards him again. Ah, right, that's why he was leaning against the door, to grab their attention. "C-Crawler..." He spat out together with a bit of blood, only realizing as he saw the drops of blood on the ground that he had bitten his tongue hard enough to make it bleed during the struggle a few moments ago.
Then the crawler was on him, reaching for his throat. Absentmindedly he thanked whoever invented these things that they wanted to bite humans somewhere around their chest. If the crawler had just bitten his foot or something he'd be dead already, but now he could all backwards on the floor, and struggle with his good right arm to keep the growling monster away from him.
In a funny state of mind he watched the lady give birth to a child. It amused him, and made him feel at ease, despite the situation. He leaned against the door that had fallen open, looking inside, slightly delirious by bloodloss. The deep stabbing wound in his shoulder was a bloody mess, in all senses of the phrase, and the shot wound in his side made moving painful as fuck. Luckily the worst of the bleeding had been stopped to a certain degree by the many layers of clothing he wore, amongst which a shirt a few sizes too small that had probably saved his life just now. Then he turned his attention to the crawler moving towards him again. Ah, right, that's why he was leaning against the door, to grab their attention. "C-Crawler..." He spat out together with a bit of blood, only realizing as he saw the drops of blood on the ground that he had bitten his tongue hard enough to make it bleed during the struggle a few moments ago.
Then the crawler was on him, reaching for his throat. Absentmindedly he thanked whoever invented these things that they wanted to bite humans somewhere around their chest. If the crawler had just bitten his foot or something he'd be dead already, but now he could all backwards on the floor, and struggle with his good right arm to keep the growling monster away from him.
Thanks for the feedback :D
Considering the girl, I messed up and I was simply too lazy to fix it, I didn't want to erase it and start over you see (I'm such a little shit) and concerning the wold, thanks :D I've been reading Off-White and that has been a maaaaajor help for drawing that one.
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More drawings:
Yes I noticed this shinobi guy has the same problem. This is again the same problem, but then combined with drawing a person who is blowing pure fire etc.
Considering the girl, I messed up and I was simply too lazy to fix it, I didn't want to erase it and start over you see (I'm such a little shit) and concerning the wold, thanks :D I've been reading Off-White and that has been a maaaaajor help for drawing that one.
EDIT:
More drawings:
Yes I noticed this shinobi guy has the same problem. This is again the same problem, but then combined with drawing a person who is blowing pure fire etc.
I'm still sorry for this, but I draw with my mouse and since that's incredibly hard I just give up on something serious when drawing digitally. I did find this nice website though with lots of feautures, and I drew the following;
I know you can't really give decent critism on those, but I felt like posting what's keeping me busy.
Also drew this one:
I kinda like how the wolf turned out, it's my first time drawing canines, but the girl is messed up. Her face is oompf , her sleeves are made with metal thread, and there's something wrong about her hips.
I know you can't really give decent critism on those, but I felt like posting what's keeping me busy.
Also drew this one:
I kinda like how the wolf turned out, it's my first time drawing canines, but the girl is messed up. Her face is oompf , her sleeves are made with metal thread, and there's something wrong about her hips.
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