Expect a drought in images uploaded for a moderately long time. DIY if you feel the need.

cute

life was good for Dr. Pocket, he thought he had it all in the bag. But when his crooked boss has him sacked, and his pursed lip lover gets black bagged, he's left to blow in the wind, all the way to the edge. Now on the run from the law for leaving a satchel under the desk of his former employer, THE BLOODBAG AVENGER M.D. is now a rouge agent of justice, and won't pack it up til' the bad guys are all in body bags. Criminals beware, he's got more than just steel nuts in his pouch.

Alright I give up, screw art and all the con-artist that make a living of it. I'm going to get a job at a wharehouse. Here's your fucking space marine. Bye.

-t. artist

he is well on his way to becoming a starving artist

Go play all the demos and post feedback.

>and then I woke up
God I hate this narrative trick! I thought it was real!

I made the Cheeks template on which this is based, but did not do the following edits of said template: IDs 21022, 21435 & 20990. If an edit of my template is done by others it is not my work. (See also: I made the Squilliam template, but I did not create all edits of said template)

For the Cheeks template I did these edits and their alts (alts are in child posts): IDs 20325, 20332, 20585, 20613, 20644, 20645, 20712, 20715, 20716. Majority of current Cheeks edits are my work, but glad to see others play around with the template.

Clearing that up so efforts of others are not attributed to me. I don't know who did IDs 21022, 21435 & 20990. If you do know, attribute it to them.

-8anon

These two separate icons were combined to make them uploadable.

this is why you use resin for figures

There's gotta be a way to smooth that up

20000 get

Your name is Janden Rootwell. Those close to you tend to call you Jan. You never knew your blood relatives, but you were raised by a humble woodworker, whom you get your last name from. Your adoptive father, Kennick Rootwell, seems to know little about your blood family, other than stating that your birth mother was an outsider to your hometown and left after leaving you with him. He says that he was simply in the right place at the right time, and the two had no real connection. You've pestered him throughout your youth about the past but the story is still the same.
You grew up learning the woodworking trade, but it quickly became less dazzling under the threat of monster attacks. Strange hybrid and undead creatures began to wander about the nearby wilderness, so you joined a local posse of exterminators. You have found that you have a talent for hunting these creatures thanks to your athleticism and the stamina gained from long hours in Father's shop.

You have one hidden talent, and that is to innately detect and feel magic. The creatures reek of a dark and festering power. Your flesh has begun to ache, urging you to end more and more of them. You can smell, or even taste magical energy. A wandering wizard was piqued by your constant awareness of him, and after some time you told him about your gift. After some tests, he confirmed that you do not have the ability to cast spells, and that your magical sensitivity puzzles him. Nevertheless, he eventually left town, disappointed to not gain a worthy apprentice.

Most of the exterminators have moved on to more illustrious callings. Some went to the castle-towns and cities to become knights and trained guards. Others became good enough to be hired as mercenaries. You however have been content with your exterminating. The mystery of the source of the creatures still remain.

The day begins, and you wake from your bed. You're up early as usual, before daybreak. Father is already awake, and preparing his tools for another day of work. You gather your things for the day, including your weapons, rations, and other travelling gear. Your first instinct is to immediately head out to the fields or forests outside of town, where most of the creatures seem to come from and have been spotted. But, there are some other things that could use your attention.

>Check in with Father, he might have some errands you could help with.
>Head over to the tavern, there's a poster board there that people post notices on.
> Head straight to the wilderness.

CHAW HAW

Anon upload was briefly turned off for some reason. Not sure why.