"The Plain Walker"
A native to lands that have long since been inhabited by foreigners, the Plain Walker is a protector of her people and her land. A tribe that lives alongside all creatures in harmony, she is tasked with caring for all, both human and creature alike. Many of the beasts that live amongst their lands are rare, and are prized amongst trophy hunters, meaning she must be ever diligent. To take from their land is punishable by any means that the Plain Walker sees fit. To be the Plain Walker is a sacred title, and comes with more responsibility than just patrolling the lands. She helps vegetation flourish wherever she walks, heals the wounded, both outsider and tribesmen alike, rescues animals in distress, and hunts when needed. A being of balance, she embodies both power and grace, kindness and wrath, forgiveness and retribution, and above all, wisdom and foresight.
In the dark aftermath of the new world, many search for hope in the Wayfarer. Harvesting the supernatural ability to summon light in bioluminescent organisms, the Wayfarer directs people through treacherous lands. Some search for loved ones, some for salvation, and some just want to see light again. Whatever their reasons, the Wayfarer is ever helpful. None know of its true identity, whether it be human or other is unknown. Many believe it to be a simple man searching for eternal light. There are those who believe it is a child of the bioluminescent creatures aiding humanity in crisis. Perhaps it is a mere shadow wishing to be seen. None know. But all who encounter the Wayfarer are grateful. It is a creature of harmony in a world of darkness and confusion.
Today is somewhat special, as I saw the face of a character from my comic, Bayraku. So, I introduce to you Köke-dai of the Snow, a character I formerly referred to as Val Alizarian. Köke-dai is part of the Northland Tribes. He is a child born of war, orphaned at a young age after his parents fell in battle. His father was the Chief of his village. As is customary, the title was passed down to him. However, Köke-dai has struggled in the shadow of his father. At the time of Bayraku, Köke-dai is a typical young adult, spending his nights in the dens (brothels), picking fights, and drinking to keep his memories in a fog. A muddied reflection of his potential, he blames the Theocracy for the current state of the Northlands, as well as its past. Köke-dai cares deeply for his people, but is unable to shoulder the burden that was thrust upon him at such a young age. Many of his tribe are empathetic, and still believe that he will become a great leader. This includes his overseer, Batu-jin of the Mountains, best friend of Köke-dai's deceased father.
"The Laughing Looter"
A drifter by nature, the Laughing Looter prizes gear and valuables held dear by others. He wanders around wastelands, forgotten battlegrounds, ghost towns and other loot-rich environments, searching for new gear and merchandise. They call him the 'Laughing Looter' because of the distinct noise his breathing apparatus makes. Coupled with this man's ability to remain hidden, many speak of him as if he is an apparition or some sort of myth. Some tell that the only way to come into contact with him is to utter the special phrase when you hear his cackle. If you are fortunate enough, you will find yourself perusing some of the most valuable goods in the lands. Be sure you get what you want though, for he vanishes without a trace, and such fortune never strikes twice.
Hey everyone...you may have noticed that Coffee Conspiracy no longer titles my blog...instead, I have decided to change it to Coffee & Characters. As a large part of my work consists of me creating characters, I felt it would be appropriate to focus on the art of creating characters as opposed to my usual rants. So from here forth, I shall be using my cups of coffee to create new characters, which I will follow with a background/character description. Hope you enjoy!
The Hive are a group of deep terrain miners that received their nickname from the bee-like shape of their helmets. These helmets are appropriate, as a lot of the environments and resources they encounter are poisonous or harmful to the touch. Their days are long and grueling, something that few can relate to. Because of this, close bonds are formed between the miners, creating an unbreakable sense of loyalty amongst them. The physically exerting work, coupled with the perilous dangers of the depths below, make them as hard as a coffin nail. To anger one would be to anger many, much like a hive of bees. So be weary of what you say around them, for a swarm of bees is not something to be taken lightly.
I think at my core, I just really enjoy creating bad ass looking characters. I'd be lying if I said that this character below was spawned completely from my imagination. However, it was largely inspired by a character from a game called Apex Legends. In this day and age, I think it's nearly impossible to create something that hasn't been influenced to a certain degree. Even if you were to sit and spontaneously scribble what's in your head at that exact moment, what ends up on paper probably came from an image stored in your subconscious. Whether we know it or not, our minds are gathering and storing information around the clock. As an artist, that's a great thing. I like the idea of having made something that was pulled from a collective reservoir of stored creativity. Like a watering hole in the plains of the safari, we gather as a community and take what we need, but also give right back. It's a beautiful thing, and it feels great to be a part of. It's what gets me up in the morning, it's what helps me through difficult times, and it is what inspires me to do more. I hope that it also inspires someone out there to do the same, as it inspired me when I was just a young child. And here I am, almost 27 years later, still pulling from the collective watering hole and giving life to bad ass characters. Have a great weekend everyone.
The Wise Warrior
To consider all views
To respect those that oppose you
And understand that they survive just as you do
It's not a matter of win or lose
For we all lose when violence is our only solution
Increase the Peace
Maintain respect and increase
Your humility, as we begin a tranquil revolution
The Wise Warrior
The frontier...our generation's frontiers are spiritual. There are no borders to create, no new lands to explore, no sunsets to follow. It has been that way for some time though. People are now looking to the stars. No longer will it be cowboys and Indians, but astronauts and aliens. I wonder what it will be like eons from now. Will people vacation to galaxies like we vacation to island getaways? Will we eventually populate the entire universe? Will the universe be better for it? I despise the idea of humanity hopping from one planet to the other, ravaging it of its resources and moving on to the next like a swarm of parasites, eventually becoming the villains we create in fiction. Are we the Flood from Halo? Are we Galactus? Or are we just an adolescent species still learning from its mistakes?
I think of these things and wonder how things like race and religion continue to divide humanity. It is simply perplexing. In comparison, it just makes Earth seem so much smaller and immature to me. If deep space travel was present to us, I wonder if humanity would even be ready for such a responsibility.
Anyhow, such a topic may be a bit too heavy during morning coffee! Sunshine! Puppy dogs and ice cream! I'll end with a joke...
A skeleton walks into a bar and orders a beer and a mop.
Have a great day everyone!
As the days phase one into the other like a fine gradient, I find there are fragile moments where I am perfectly aware of my place in the world. The superficialities of life seem no more important than an obsolete technology destined for the forgotten corner of a forgotten warehouse in a forgotten district of a forgotten ghost city. I sit and I am simply appreciative of the gifts that cannot be made by man. Then, as quickly as it comes, it is gone, and I am once again lost in the gradient.
I am learning that the finite things in life are the most important because they are just that, finite. It is my wish, for myself and for those of you that are reading this, that we become more aware of these moments and surrender to them. Enjoy a conversation with a loved one for just a few words more, keep your feet in the water a little while longer, savor the last sip of your drink, do not turn around until the sun has completely set, and revel in the moment, for they are gone much too quickly.
If we have never met, if we see each other every day, if we are friends, if we are enemies, if we rarely talk, if we talk all the time, for better or for worse, every moment of every day...I am grateful for every one of you, whether I get the chance to say it or not, it will always be so! Cheers to all of you.
Back again and still here with another cup of coffee for you caffein drinkers out there.