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| Defiant & DS9
 Obsidian  TV and Movies  2013/11/18 3:52
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| Just something to kill some time...I got bored so I decided to do some Trek. |
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Obsidian Fantasy 2015/1/12 21:32
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| Some old RPG characters now in 3D |
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| Davros
Obsidian Sci-fi 2018/11/28 4:19
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Traveling through the Dalek base the havoc I wreak is indescribable as I litter the place with these cyborgs. Their so slow and lethargic I cut through them with ease. Their design is garbage I have fought many a cyborg, and usually, they're a vast improvement over their parent species. The doctor informs me (while offering me something called a "Jelly Baby") that Davros designed them. I tell the Doctor that I cannot wait to see this idiot savant and says.
"Davros is actually a true genius despicably evil yes, but a genius nonetheless."
"Um Doc, have you seen these designs? You should thank your lucky stars you haven't encountered the Maetricks they're fast, well armed and can take over any electronics they encounter. In fact I have an android tactical officer who would make short work of these guys. Piss poor designing."
Just then from behind me I hear a voice that says.
"I'm disappointed that you disapprove, but we do try to strive for perfection."
I spin on my heels and draw my pistol as fast as lightning leveling it at the origin of that sound. a one eyes cripple in a wheelchair that looks like the bottom half of a Dalek.
"Davros I presume?"
"In the flesh... so to speak" the doctor replies.
I'm not sure whether I should laugh, feel pity, or put him out of his misery so I defer to the Doctor.
"Hello Davros, long time no see, Jelly Baby?"
"I have you this time Doctor, you are surrounded and outnumbered. Give up this senseless struggle and return the Neutrino core that you have stolen or your friends will suffer."
"Well you see there's a problem with that, I don't have it."
"I doubt that you do not know it's location doctor, now tell me or your friends will pay the price starting with this one."
"Pfft bwaahahahahaaa"
The laughter simply escapes my lips, I tried to stifle it but this comic book, Saturday morning cartoon villain, is just too much.
"You find something humorous in my words?"
I stop and catch my breath it was a good laugh.
"Yeah, I do. Okay wrinkle puss, do you have any idea how many of these tin can I tore through to get here? What are these three for so you watch them die first hand?"
"Indeed, inferior Daleks culled from my master design the three you see here are- "
I dial up Phased rounds while he rants on and fire three quick ones into the casing of the Dalek frames. there isn't a scratch on them when I'm done, and the Doctor who has seen the carnage up till now looks shocked as Davros continues.
"You see these are the superior Daleks, they are perfection they are-"
"Dead, you moron. yeah, they're dead as doornails. I come prepared, and the Phased rounds I used work like a Neutron bomb. They only affect organics, like those found inside Daleks. Normal shields are useless against them as is normal armor. Now shut up before I put a very real bullet between what's left of your eyes. Doctor, did you want this loser for something or can I just Merc him?"
"Merk? That doesn't sound pleasant at all, what do you think Davros? Are you up for a good Merking?"
I'd do a facepalm but this isn't the time. The Doctor smiles widely and tosses a pice of candy into his mouth while Davros remains silent. Apparently he got the jist of what I was saying. The Doctor takes out his sonic screwdriver and approaches a nearby computer panel accessing the facilities mainframe.
"We can leave now and I do suggest we leave in utmost haste."
"You triggered a self destruct?"
"Absolutely."
"Do all the bad guys have those things? Thinks it's a prerequisite? Like all their fortresses have to have one?"
"Not much of a villain if they don't I suppose. Now let's hurry we still have to rescue Sarah and K-9 "
"Yeah they're already rescued, my team doesn't slouch."
"Color me impressed Obsidian."
"Indeed then this will absolutely make your day."
I give Davros a quick spin in his chair and shove him down the hall he came from as the Doctor waves cheerfully. I then signal the Phantasm to transport us aboard TARDIS and all just as the Dalek facility explodes ending Davros' plans for the time being. I'm not fond of letting megalomaniacs live but it isn't my show. I take the Doctor to the bridge and we head out to my Universe so he can help me with my dilemma...The Maetricks have joined with his old enemies the Cybermen. Good times.
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| Dargo Roh'Jahn
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/11/29 9:42
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| Dargo Roh'Jahn is a Tilerian Mage of immense power, the self proclaimed "Master of Shadows and the Dark arts" His schemes are constantly thwarted by Spydra and occasionally Black Scarab. His powers include Shadow Walking, and manipulation of shadows, as well as construction of rudimentary shadow objects like Swords shield and such. This is in addition to his spell knowledge but his most formidable power is the ability to create shadow clones of his enemies. The shadow clones posses all of the powers and abilities as the original but cannot speak. They obey his every command and with concentration can be made solid. Obviously creatures that do not cast shadows (Vampires and various energy beings) are immune to this power. |
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| Dakalfar (Drow elf)
Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/4/3 20:08
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| Dakalfar like all of the Elven species are long lived and can trace their ancestry back thousands of years. Their Black skin makes them stand out among alien species in that no other species possesses this trait leading most scholars and scientists to believe that the characteristic may be rooted in magic rather than genetics. Like most Elves the Dakalfar are well suited to spellcasting, unlike their cousins however they are also predisposed to Psionics so it is no surprise that they comprise nearly 20 percent of all Psi-Mages on record. Natural abilities of Dakalfar are as follows: Nightvision (they see as well in darkness as most creatures do in broad daylight), Enhanced hearing (the ears of elves are not just for show), Enhanced Strength (all Dakalfar possess some level of superhuman strength ), Enhanced Agility (Like all elves the Dakalfar are exceptionally agile and lithe). Dakalfar possess technology equal to the Intergalactic standard their magical capabilities are equal to those of any Elven race and superior to most sentient species. Dakalfar have no known enemies but do not associate with other elves...it is believed that there was some sort of falling out among other elves but no Elf will speak of it. Dakalfar get along well with Solarans (humans) and can often be found in their company. Edit: Reshot entire scene for a better look. I'm resubmitting this as only the thumbnail changed. I'm sorry if this is an issue. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/9 0:27
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What happened here? Answer me !!! I'm certain the Black Mantis would actually want me to answer him. The trouble with that is, he's choking the life out of me. I try to pry his fingers loose but it's a futile effort at best, I hear the servos audibly strain against his physical power and even my cybernetics start shorting out. Everything gets all snowy like when you're watching a video with poor reception. I always though this sonofabitch would kill me, I just didn't think it would be today. The whole world starts going black and his booming voice becomes a mere echo in the distance and just as I make peace with the end...
"Gaaah <hack> <cough> Wha, what happened? Am I dead?"
I'm surprised to feel air filling my lungs although m,y throat feels like it was massaged by an elephant.
"No, you're not dead Obsidian...not yet. You have much to answer for. For example, why is may eldest child lay there bereft of life and yet you stand before aglow with her divine might? Did you deceive her, just to become a god? I know how it's done, how do you think I gained my divine status?"
His voice is cold as ice and I'm more terrified than I've ever been in my entire life. He could have ended me quickly with a twist if his wrist but I don't think he wanted to or I'd be dead where I stand.
"I was attacked, she came to help, and she was run through with my blade."
I've never seen his face and I'm quite certain that the visage I see now is some kind of illusion but his glowing eyes feel as if they're burning a hole into my soul.
"If what you say is true then why do you have her powers?"
"The assailant didn't stick around, I doubt he knew she was a goddess. She died in my arms and told me this divine power was a gift and not to throw my life away but all I want to do is kill the bastard who took her from me!"
We hadn't known each other long but it felt like an eternity,a blissful forever, that was stolen from me by some cruel twist of fate.
"Why didn't you kill him? He was holding your enchanted blade was he not?"
Here's the good part and I'd like to hear his opinion on why this guy didn't die.
"I tried, I spoke the command phrase but nothing happened. All I know is that this guy was trained by my clan. The move he used to disarm me was created by them..'
"Why did you relinquish your blade?"
I thought for sure I could easily kill him using the sword's failsafe but it didn't work and all I got for my trouble was skewered. That's when Moonshadow showed up and this guy didn't miss a beat, he turned on his heels and ran her through too."
"There is only one possibility that would explain why he didn't die when you spoke the command...He is you."
"WHAT?!?!?"
I can't believe my ears, there's no way this can be true.
"He is either form an alternate timeline, or a clone."
"HOLY SHIT!"
The words ring in my ears as I remember Razor cutting off my arm. Yeah, that would be more than enough raw DNA to do the job. It would certainly explain how he just waltzed right in here without the alarms going ape shit.
"Wait a second, even with accelerated growth how could anyone make a clone that has my fighting skills?"
The Black Mantis reverts back to his diminutive self with a flash, and seems more somber now.
"It is possible though few besides those in my pantheon are familiar with the magics involved, one could create a clone that possesses all of the knowledge and skills of the original. However, it would still die from the enchantments on your sword...this is something else. As of now, I am formally requesting your assistance, our standard arrangement plus a bonus should suffice. I want you to find my daughter's killer and bring back his head and only his head. I also want you to find out who created him or how he came to be. If there is anyone responsible, I want to know who it is so that I might deal with them myself."
One name immediately comes to mind.
"Nechronos, that was the name of the guy who I most recently crossed paths with. He sent an old enemy of mine after me and that was how I lost my arm."
He seems puzzled at that last part, I guess he's not omniscient.
"Your arm? Yes that would suffice for a small army of clones, you may be in for more trouble than I first suspected. Let me see your arm."
I show him my cybernetic limb and he as I watch it materializes into an actual arm. I knew he do things like this but when everything we know says I have to wait to fix it and that I can't do it at all without Razor's sword, and then this guy just waves his hand I have to wonder...what the hell does he ever need me for?
"I'm curious Obsidian, why didn't you just repair it with cloned material?"
"Good question. It seems my old adversary used a mythril sword that not only prevents healing but can also stand up to my Infinitium sword."
"Oh is this so? I want to see this blade, show it to me."
I don't often say not to this guy and this is a simple request. I take him to where we're keeping the sword and as he walks into the room I hear him start to laugh.
"Hahaha, do you know what you have here?"
"No." I say stupidly
"This is not a mythril blade, this is an Infinitium blade."
"Um my scanners revealed it to be mythril."
"It was design to cloak itself from detection, I should know...I forged it and I enchanted it. However, this should be in my vault. Someone has betrayed me or this Nechronos found a way to steal from me. So be it, take this blade, it is yours now and will obey your commands as your previous sword did. They share many of the same powers save that this one is further enchanted to prevent healing of any kind. You are lucky to have escaped with your life. You can of course reverse the effects but you need to know the sword's name to do that."
"What is the sword's name?"
"Doombringer. I have bound it to you, use it well, but I will have it returned once you have yours safely back in your hands. Now onto more important business. YOU will need to learn how to use your divine abilities, and for that we must return to my realm. Incidentally, did Moonshadow ever tell you what sphere she was goddess of?"
"No. It never came up, and I didn't want to take advantage of her like that anyway."
"Oh didn't you? I believe you took advantage of her abilities repeatedly."
"No I didn't I only ever asked her to use your resources to help...hunt...down...Razor. What are you trying to say?"
"She was the goddess of secrets, Goddess of shadows, and espionage. In short she was the patron of spies, and intrigue. You called on her often, and I dare say that someone with your particular talents should be able to make great use of her powers. Her divine form was truly something to behold, half spider half dark elf. I can't wait to see what form you take. Come lets be off we have much to do and you have much to learn."
Yeah after that speech I'm getting rid of these powers whatever may be, at the first opportunity, but only after I've dealt with Nechronos, and my clone...how cliche is that really?
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/8/24 10:21
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I don't do very much pinup art as I prefer my ladies with full armor/clothing and just common sense images, but I thought I should try my hand at it just to keep my skills up and to add pinup art to my portfolio. How do you think i did for my first attempt.
In this scene a woman (with a cybernetic arm) is conversing with her apartment AI. |
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| Critical Conditions
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/12/6 15:29
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Raven and Norjaguar make a mad dash to the medical facilities where they see their resident healer frantically working on their ally who is for all practical purposes, the most powerful of their pantheon. Viewing the monitors they can see the extent of his injuries. Injuries that should have healed in the span of a heartbeat. The healer has used every magic in known including the fabled eternity crystals and even their power is no match for whatever is happening. Raven, now a bit more emotional due to her recent transformation, is visibly upset, a fact that does not escape the attention of The sky god Thunderbird.
"Raven, are you alright man?"
"I'm fine, it's just who could've done this? I mean who could have done this to him??!! I mean it's the Black Mantis for crying out loud!"
Norjaguar notices the frantic Healer and opens the intercom
"Doctor, what seems to be the problem? Is everything okay?"
"No, no it isn't no amount of magic is working and he's not regenerating. At this rate he won't last much longer. It's like something is topping him from healing."
Suddenly Raven understands, pushing Norjaguar to the side she yells into the intercom.
"Doc, it's a spell. I know of at least three that can stop a creature from healing, but they only work against supernatural healing...Use nanites!"
"Of course, they're technology not magic and wouldn't fall under the parameters of such a spell."
The doctor reaches into a nearby cabinet and removes a single spray canister. Spraying the wound generously with surgical nanobots and a formula of stem cells and protein she is relieved to see the damage being rapidly repaired.
"It's working! His vitals are stabilizing and the wound is closing."
The friends gathered breath a sigh of relief but that is quickly replaced with the dread of pondering who could've accomplished a monumental feat such as this. Raven is visibly shaking, and tears begin to stream down her face, and now both of her companions have taken notice.
"Ray, what's wrong with you? You're crying?"
"I don't know Jag it's just ...I don't know. I was thinking about what this all means. How if someone could hurt him like this, what could they do to the rest of us?"
"She has a point Jag." Thunderbird's words are met with only silence until. There's a blinding flash of light from the surgical table and the glass that separated the three friends from that room shatters and explodes as if made by mortals. A single voice booms in a deafening roar with the words...
"SOMEBODY DIES!!!"
The Black Mantis is revived and is angered and he wants answers.
"Calm down Mantis, you're safe with friends." Ravens voice is soothing and gentle and there is not a man in the room who doesn't stop everything they're doing when they hear it. The words and the tone completely foreign coming from their source. The Goddess of war blushes at the sudden attention.
"Did I say something wrong?"
The men assembled stand stunned at her very appearance, her posture her mannerisms all have changed, and while it would seem that such a thing is unimportant, the reaction of the Black Mantis would say otherwise. Leaping across the room with his infinitium claws at full extension the immortal assassin pounces on his one time friend with savagery. As the claws sink into her shoulder Raven cannot help but scream in pain. Instantly her own metal talons are unsheathed and find their mark in similar fashion. As the Black Mantis takes note of the injury, unable to feel pain as the others do he hurls Raven bodily through the nearest wall. IN an instant he is straddled atop her with his claws once again extended one on either side of her face he reminds her.
"You know there's three, now start talking. Who are you?"
"It's me you psychopath! Did your injuries rattle your senses?"
"Raven you unfortunate pretender is a man transformed into a woman, without a single spark of femininity in his body...Next time you impersonate one of my allies do your homework. Now once again...WHO ARE YOU!!! Keep in mind I can wring the answers from your corpse as well as your living body."
"First of all, since when was I EVER a man? Secondly, you need to get the hell off of me before we have a real problem."
"Wow you really have no clue do you? Fine your corpse it is then!"
As his hand draws back the Black Mantis catches a glint of something in Ravens eyes...conviction, determination...no her eyes are different..they're the eyes of...A dragon. Retracting the deadly blades in his hand The black Mantis, takes a deep breath and helping Raven to her feet he says
"My apologies oh Mistress of Battle, my injuries left me somewhat shaken. I was not myself, please forgive my outburst."
Both Norjaguar and Thunderbird stand mouths agape with disbelief at what has just transpired before them. Their silence further enforced by the change in the Black Mantis's tone towards their female companion. He's being almost...charming...NO he wouldn't...he couldn't With a single glance towards one another the two gods realize ...he would and he most certainly could...by all that is he probably will. It is at that moment that Thunderbird interjects even as raven turn and walks away.
"Mantis, you wouldn't"
"What? Oh her? I most certainly would."
Tilting his head to the side the eyes of the Black Mantis are transfixed upon the posterior of the Goddess of war taking in every curve and every move. Again Thunderbird interjects.
"Have you taken leave of your every sense? That is a Man."
"No my friend, that USED TO BE a man, and when he was such I left him alone, but do you see that?" Mantis asks gesturing to Raven's very exquisite posterior. "That is not a man's ass. However, there are more important things to deal with right now. We need to know who attacked me and how the managed to stop the power of the Eternity crystals from healing me. Assemble the others it appears that Obsidian has failed to prevent Parata from being released from his prison. Things will only get worse from here." |
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| Crimson Death
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/9/4 13:15
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| The Zero-Men aren't as invulnerable or immortal as it would at first seem. Crimson mask, felled by a single arrow, an enchanted arrow known as the soul eater...it's single purpose...devour the soul of whomever it strikes. Normally the absorbium 80 armor would stop the impact of any projectile absorbing it's kinetic energy but edged weapons do not truly require such energies to slice through the mesh and the arrow pierces Crimson Mask's heart killing him instantly. Obsidian makes short work of the attacker and his allies but those that lie dead are not the mastermind...only fodder. Only one question remains. Who gave them the arrow? These low level thugs are flunkies and flunkies just don't carry this sort of weaponry. No time for remorse or contemplation as a new enemy approaches, and this is no simple flunkie...no...but he will answer Obsidian's questions or he will die at Obsidian's hands as did his allies. Obsidian's friend of over 300 years will be avenged and a river of blood will flow in payment. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/8/24 10:21
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| In this scene Crimson Mask (of the legendary Zero-Men and loyal friend of Obsidian Mask) has been sent to discover why the Gradan outpost excavation team has not reported back in over a month. The answer is...I giant Chimera! Now the only thing left is to survive the encounter and defeat the fearsome beast. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/26 21:28
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After learning that the bad guys are actually good guys who basically didn't know their own strength, I am stuck with the unenviable task of explaining it to the other Obsidian's. I stare out of the window to the empty stars as I'm fond of doing and I pour myself an Ice cold drink...and it's...it's blue. The sweet tasting beverage is of some elvish make and is a bit thick and syrupy. The euphoric rush of the intoxicating ambrosia comes quickly as a result of not having had alcohol in some time. My wife Ai walks into my office to look in on me and her black skin glistens amidst the alcoholic haze. While her skin color is odd it also feels normal so I don't say anything.
"Why does your brow furrow so husband?"
"I'm struggling with how to deliver bad news. Well not so much bad as it is news that will not be well received."
"So the aliens were misguided an there was a misunderstanding...tell them what they need to hear."
As she speaks the sun peaks through the windows and is nearly blinding so I turn away from the light I hear a voice, it's a female and sounds very familiar. I step out of the office and onto the busy streets and I'm nearly run down by a car.
My heart races as I realize I could've been killed. I make my way down the street to the towering office buildings that make up the downtown area. I hear what can only be the roar of a aircraft of some kind and I can hear voices. I can't quite make out the words but I do hear gunfire. I turn a corner and there my crew are fighting some...thing. Shadawar is yelling.
"I have him!We have to get out of here!"
I turn to run but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to move, like I'm running in slow motion. I feel heavy.
"Give him the stimulant." Someone yells and I think yeah Give me a stimulant...so I can....
"Wake up!! Come on Wake up!! We're in bad shape Obsidian wake the hell up!!!"
I struggle to focus my eyesight, and there's a foul taste in my mouth. I realize I've been asleep but I don't know what happened I'm disoriented and confused, and I do a backpedal away from whoever the hell is holding me.
In an instant I'm armed and armored with a gun in my hand pointed in the general direction of all the commotion. I can't see my cybernetics aren't on line and everything is white and blurry.
"God, Look at his eyes!"
"Holy crap they're...they're normal."
"Normal, whose eyes...I can't see...is it my eyes?"
I can now clearly hear Panterra and Aini along with more of my crew. The grogginess is wearing off but my eyesight refuses to return. I can see the HUD on my helmet but it's all fuzzy.
"Obsidian it's Panterra, Listen to me! You and most of your crew were somehow rendered unconscious and were taken. The Scions and I have come to rescue you!"
"Okay...okay...But I can't see pal."
"They did something to your eyes regenerated them somehow. Your implants are gone and I'm guessing your loss of eyesight is a result. Unless you have some magic it's going to take time."
"I have some magic."
With that my sword and pistol exchange places and I cast a healing spell. Instantly my eyesight returns and the information I normally get is all but gone. Fortunately my helmet uses redundant systems so I can still target. Putting my sword back I poke my gun over the makeshift cover to see what the hell is happening. There are fires everywhere and several explosions as the Scions battle some unknown foe...a giant shadow demon monster thing. Thunderbolt is distracting the thing as Infinity Man tries to pummel it with energy. Black Scarab is trying to close the portal that it's trying to break through and the others are holding off demonic minions. I get to my feet and ask
"What do you need me to do?"
"Got more magic?"
"Tons."
With that I charge head first at the damned thing launching every kind of spell I can think of including a banishment spell. While the magic may come from my sword it is nonetheless highly effective against the creature and as it recoils Scarab is able to close the rift. After a few minutes of battling with the lesser minions it's Q&A time.
Back aboard my hip (which I have yet to name) I find out that for the last three months I have been sedated in a lab. My captors were attempting to use me as some sort of brainwashing program. Apparently My assassin skills were to be put to use for the good of the Krihan corporation. They were trying to make me and my crew into their personal killing machines. To make matters worse I have already been used quite effectively to kill at least one diplomat. The idea was to have me believe I was fighting some sort of alien invasion and working with other versions of myself they would send me on missions to do their killing all the while thinking I was helping defeat some great evil. Bastards.
"Their plan might have worked were you not so strong willed." Cerebron adds, "Your mind countered their illusion with a means of escape, and somehow transformed the villain into misunderstood heroes."
"How did you know about..."
Cerebron simply taps his finger on his helmet and I don't bother finishing my sentence. The most powerful psionic in the five galaxies probably saw the whole thing.
Aini walks through the door and with a squeel of delight wraps her arms around me.
"Master you're alright...we were so worried."
Ai walks in her face somber, almost sad.
"Ai, what's wrong?"
"There have been casualties husband."
"How many? Who?"
She bursts into tears unable to contain her grief, and Aini bows her head sadly.
"What the...?"
Shadawar places his hand upon my shoulder and leans close to my ear.
"We lost two of your wives sir. Sabrina and your fourth wife are both in the sickbay with critical injuries."
"Look darling, I say holding Ai's face in my hands, "I can bring them back...As long as I have my sword"
A tear falls from Aini's eyes...
"No Master, you cannot."
"What are you talking about, this blade gives me the power to restore life to anyone no matter the condition of the body."
"It is not the body that is the problem master."
"There souls were devoured!!! BY that thing." Ai sobs.
The room is quiet and no one speaks for a very long time.
Where did the demon come from?
"They summoned it to hold us off" Black scarab says somberly..."they made their escape while we battled, we saved millions of live by defeating it but there was a great loss of life despite that victory.
"You would have been proud of them, they fought valiantly as warriors..they didn't not shrink nor did they falter. Their final thoughts were of you and the people of the colonies below." Thunderbolt's words ring hollow. it's not exactly a fair trade.
"How did they do all of this? Where do I find them and who is at the top of my deathlist!!"
Infinity Man places his hand on my chest.
"Clam down old friend, you can't simply go in guns blazing."
"I appreciate your help, heavens know. I know that right now you think you're doign the right thing by trying to be the voice of reason...but they violated me in a way you cannot begin to appreciate. They killed my family, and injured my crew...my family. So please understand that it is with respect and a rage you cannot fathom when I say...if you don't get your hand off me I'll remove it at the wrist...Old friend."
The most powerful man in the universe draws his hand back and allows me my moment of bravado. I'm no match for him but he knows my grief is too strong to be rationalized with right now.
"Take some time, a day or two, mourn your loved ones and we'll take a fresh approach at this. We are all Scions of Justice here and an attack on one is an attack on us all. We will fight this enemy together."
Black scarab is the group leader...but they're on my ship and here I'm in charge...I want blood. There are dead to to tend to and tears to shed...My family will have it's pound of flesh for this...Somebody's head will roll.
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Obsidian Original Characters 2017/1/15 15:41
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It's all over but the shouting, and I'm awed by how with the proverbial snap of the fingers all of the damage is simply gone. The Black Scorpion and I are the only ones standing. He walks over to the pedestal still glowing brightly waves his hand over it and it stops glowing.
"What is that?"
"This is called the elder crystal, it's how I prevented Mantis from using his eternity crystal. In it's presence all of the eternity crystals feed it's power. I'm really not sure how to use it I just know that it stops eternity crystals from functioning."
"That explains why he wasn't using his cosmic powers. You simply turned them off."
"Yes. I imagine you have a lot of questions. I'll try to answer them as best I can."
"Yeah, A few" I say a bit reluctantly.
"To start with: Who are you?"
"Hahahaaa I guess that would be the most pertinent one. As the black Mantis was known by his Elven name Squirrell Longarrow I decided to take a name of my own and let him keep that one. As a joke I took the name Karr. I felt it appropriate since I was going to kill a Squirrell. '
I try to choke back the urge to laugh hysterically but it's no use , that's too damned funny. He killed a...a squirrel with a car ahhh that's rich.
As soon as I catch my breath I ask
"You said you weren't a clone or an alternate version from some other reality like me apparently. So how did you come to be then?"
"Much of the technology you use comes from us right?"
"Yes?"
"Including your EMT transporters?"
"Yes until recently. I had them replaced from something a bit more efficient."
"Well the EMT relies on a beam of energy, and during an expedition to another dimension the beam we were using was somehow split. Recon had reported that the dimension nullified magic and our eternity crystals only work in parallel dimensions. So our only choice was to EMT in. I haven't had time to figure out how the beam was split but it resulted in creating two of me and Reaper."
"And only one came back with the others."
"Exactly, it took hundreds of years to get to a position where we could return but eventually when we did escape I found my empire in the sad state that it was. I had become some power hungry tyrant who didn't care about life, not even the lives of those closest to him."
"So you set to depose yourself."
"The hardest part was getting past his advanced knowledge of the future."
"You mentioned he had a "...Deal with Death..." what the hell was that bout?"
We head to the imperial throne room and he explains as we go.
"Death as you know it is not just a state of being. Like all things cosmic there is an overseer who we simply call Death. There are legends that say if you can beat Death in a game of chance then you cannot ever die. In my youth I had decided to test that theory, but I never could beat Death...Lots of Draws...but no victories. Since Death could not defeat me nor I Death, I was granted a special privilege born of respect. I would be allowed to know when my death was coming and given and opportunity to avoid it. I would even know how I was going to die. Quite the advantage yes?"
"I'll say. One hell of an advantage."
"Because of the circumstances bot versions of me had this power. I approached Death with a final game, and using our combined power and our eternity crystals Reaper and I defeated Death with Reaver assuming his mantle. As death Reaver absorbed his doppelganger and the two became one."
"Why didn't you try to do that with Mantis?"
"The two Reapers had no conflict and agreed mutually to merge. BUt by this time Mantis had well established how he dealt with his duplicates...by slaughtering them."
"So...there was only one choice left."
"In truth I didn't want what he was as part of who I am. I wouldn't have want to have merged with what he was no more than he."
"So you had this master plan then, why steal Parata's head...that's the part I don't get."
"Parata was one of the few enemies that almost destroyed us. I knew if Mantis thought he would be facing him he would be on his guard for Parata's tactics and be preparing to fight Parata."
"It was a distraction?"
"Then he hired you. I didn't understand who or what you were until you started poking your nose around and at first I thought you were some poor misguided mortal. I revealed my presence to Raven and explained everything to her, and she agreed to help, the first thing she did was fill me in about you. I must say for a mortal being with low grade immortality, I'm impressed."
"Low Grade Immortality?"
"Hahaha Yeah I suppose that came out wrong. YOu are mortal despite your longevity and can be killed by mortal means, you cannot become sick except by magic but otherwise your life can be taken. We cannot. ergo Low Grade."
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know Storm God, what do we do?"
I look at Karr a bit confused, and then it hits me. Mantis was a god, the God of Storms and Chaos actually, and killing him bestowed his power upon me. However, I don't want his power anymore than I wanted Moonshaddow's and there's only one choice for what to do with it.
'Yeah speaking of that...I really don't want the job...would you be willing to..."
"I assumed that would be your choice. We really aren't very much like him are we?"
"No I guess not."
I bestow my divinity upon a being far more capable of handling it than I. I bid my farewells and head back to the Sable. Once aboard I go and see the wonderful women who I am certain were waiting on pins and needles for the final outcome. I am not dissapointed and the five ladies tackle me, smothering me with affection. It's good to be home.
"Shadawar, lay in a course for the Solar system...I think we all need some time off."
"Aye sir! Helm plot course and engage. As soon as we have clearance."
I turn to the helmsman and ask
"What's the holdup?"
"I have a message coming in that says the imperial council wishes to board."
"Okay."
"They say they want to meet you in the shuttlebay sir."
Arriving in the shuttlebay I am greeted by the entire council save for Norjaguar. Kar gestures to the rest of the council and says.
"In all of the confusion we almost forgot. We have yet to pay you for your services to our empire. You may ask your want..nothing is forbidden."
Raven still without her mask walks up placing her hand upon my arm and I'm render incapable of making words form. I hear laughing and I vaguely notice a pinkish hue in Raven's cheeks.
"I think I know what he wants Raven the massive Beast says with a chuckle."
Then Raven smiles and it's back to the wonderful world of unable to think coherently. I start to wonder of she's doing this on purpose but I'm telling you if she asked me to do anything right now I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I just know I need to be with her and have her. There's length I wouldn't go to for her...just for her to notice me. I realize I am not alone...and then suddenly, I can think again. She's wearind her mask and my mind is my own again.
"Sorry, I forget I do that to mortals."
You are very cute Obsidian, in another life ...yeah. But I don't think you'd truly want me among your harem...nor even my avatar."
"No I think my harem is quite large enough thanks and honestly I'm kind of a one woman guy anyhow.' The truth is what I could use is good crew, My bridge crew is awesome and I wouldn't change them for the world but the ship crew is Sathari and they need to go back to that empire."
"Done new crew, and honestly...this ship doesn't suit you...We can give you back the lillun or rather her sister ship."
"Seriously? I really miss that ship."
"Then it is done. Your ship will need a new name, and as soon as you speak it it will take it as it's own. As bonus Obsidian, you are welcome wherever our flags fly as one our people. Thank you for all you have done. We cannot repay you enough."
Karr walks up to me and whispers,
"May we never need to call on you again...I think you've saved the universe enough times."
"If you need me, YOU can call and I'll be there."
"I'll send Raven hahaha."
In a blink we're in the Solar system and they're gone. It's gonna take a month to process all of this. I'm in one piece, and there's way fewer dead bodies that I had feared. I guess I'm good with this and if I don't see another god for a million years it'll be too soon. I drop spydra off and than her for everything, she turn to leave, and then turns back she runs back over to me a kisses my cheek then she drops a bomb on me.
"To be honest Obsidian...that fight your wife and I had...she wasn't exactly wrong."
And just like that I'm standing at the airlock with my jaw on the floor as she simply walks away.
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| Conclusion
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Back aboard my ship, We've contacted the Scions and the I.G.F.W. To turn over our prisoner and clear my name of all charges. According to the Scions they Vizier I killed created the clone which would mean it no longer has a master to obey. Long story short, he's now recognized as a sentient being, but under the clone act of 3767 there are limitations to his rights. The Federation has a ship waiting and two officers on our transporter pad waiting to take him away. Due to the extenuating circumstances they'll keep the death penalty off the table and I have thrown in a good word to adjust his sentence so that he's doing a form of community service... I have a history with them and since he shares my skills the I.G.F.W. would be fools to not utilize his skills. I find out that Aini is pregnant which was bound to happen sooner or later and despite being knocked around by Abominous the the still tiny fetus is none the worse for wear. Ai isn't exactly happy being first wife and all and I've set up a memorial for Nairi, and Shavi, though to be honest there are now words to describe the loss we're all feeling right now. As I escort my clone to the teleport pad, I can't help but ask.
"So, Have you decided what you want to do about your identity?"
"Not really. Obviously I need a new name but I haven't decided on anything."
"I'm sure you'll pick something great. Any word on how long the federation brass think you need to serve?"
"They're talking about a life sentence for each person I killed."
"That's a shit load of time."
"Yeah."
"Just remember, I'll keep trying to get your time reduced as often as I can."
"Don't worry about it. Take care of the girls...and the ship...and the crew. It's your family."
"Yours too...if you want it."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. The girls told me how you fought for them...you care at least as much as I do."
"yeah but...that's when I thought I was you."
"You still kind ado though."
"I have all these memories...but I know they're not mine."
"So take this opportunity to make new ones...just don't let this experience make you bitter."
"I don't think I have that in me."
My clone steps up on the teleport pad and the two federation officers shackle him. I can't help but think that if my clone wanted to, those restraints wouldn't stop him from escaping. I will not soon forget his last words to me Ai, and Aini.
"The family is getting bigger...it's nice to have a...brother. Take care."
He never chose to do any of the things he is responsible for doing and he'll be serving a very long sentence for it. With any luck it won't change who he is, and the next time we cross paths it'll be a happy occasion. Now I have to get back to the day to day grind of living. We never did figure out what the goal of cloning me was. I still don't know what to make of seeing Danielle...maybe it was delirium...but then again maybe not. I'm calling this one a day and going to take a nice long break from work. I set course straight for Ferusian space. The ship needs maintenance and the crew needs some well deserved shore leave.
The darndest thing is...I still don't know how Abominous captured me in the first place...too many loose ends on this one. I hate loose ends.
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Obsidian Fantasy 2015/8/27 19:36
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| Who do you think would win...does anybody know anything about Warduke? It doesn't matter my money is always on Conan. |
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/7/12 20:11
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I was going over some of my images and I came across Conan...my Conan and I decided I hadn't done the character justice so I went back to the drawing board as it were. I liked the costume but it need a cosmetic material changes, and Conan himself got a complete makeover veins included. His weapons i went a bit more archaic with...not too shabby if you don't mind me patting myself on the back.
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Conan 4385, challenges the guardian of the temple of Imurgh, a deadly Chimera. It is not clear which of the two is in more danger...as Conan is every bit as fierce as any Chimera.
Chimera's possess the head and body of a massive lion (nearly 4 times the size of a regular lion) but have the head of a great Ram and a Dragon. Some have the dragon's head attached to their tail while other have it mounted next to the others. Chimera's can fly with their massive wings and are incredibly dangerous. Chimera's have a mean temper at all times and should not be approached if it can be avoided, the can bite with any or all of their heads and as a bonus can breathe fire like a true dragon. While not as potent as a true Dragon's fire it nonetheless dangerous. Their claws are nearly the size of daggers and are fully retractable. They can tear through the toughest non-conventional armors although magical armor seems to be more resilient against their attacks. Fortunately these massive beasts are not possessed of great intelligence being only marginally smarter than the average canine. However, even with that much intelligence they refuse to be tamed, and have turned on anyone foolish enough to try even if trained from birth. Chimera's in the wild reproduce by laying clutches of eggs, so evil are these creatures that their first act upon hatching is to kill and devour their siblings. So that no more than one in every clutch survives, and as vicious as they are it's a good thing too. Chimera's are fiercely territorial and will attack anyone and anything that encroaches upon their domains...even being foolish enough to attack full grown dragons. |
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| Conan 4385
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/10/12 10:05
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| I just recently discovered that Conan the Barbarian (yes the one we all know and love) could possibly be in the public domain. There is some dispute about the copyrights as Conan has passed from hand to hand. The issue seems to be that NOBODY remembered to renew the copyrights of the original author. This opens the door for a lot of new potential. I would not miss out on this opportunity to create my own version of him and I present a concept (not the finished product) here. Feedback would be nice. |
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| Commission: Memorial Room
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/11/23 19:44
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| This was a piece commissioned by a guy going by the name Puffinrail Studios and he wanted a memorial to past crew members with it's own room. The specifications for the obelisk were very exact and I'm happy to say he was quite pleased with this image. the lighting was very important and it has become the thing i am best known for I suppose but that's because I obsess over it and nowadays i have it down quite literally to a science. |
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| Commission advertisement.
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/5/9 14:34
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| I found that not everyone here knows that I take commissions, well I do and this image demonstrates what you can expect and at what general price, yes the better the image the more it costs but I'll undercut just about anyone. I mean lets face I'm not gonna undercut a doodle but I'll undercut someone like say, Isikol. |
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| Coming Soon Book 3
Obsidian Other Comics 2018/8/18 17:32
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| I have not forgotten that there's a third issue to my saga...and I am well underway... In fact here's a scene reminiscent of the opening images from issue 1. Some things have definitely changed. |
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| Coming Soon
Obsidian Other Comics 2019/2/27 14:06
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| It's been a long wait and I am sorry. Just a little more before I start putting this comic together in the meantime here's a sneak peak (you guys know how much I love doing those) of the next cover. |
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Ai has asked to meet with me alone in our quarters to talk about her...recent revelation. It's a conversation I am eager to have but I'm certain she is not. As I walk through the door her nervousness is obvious to even the untrained eye. I try to be as nonchalant as I can and put her at ease. I pour us both some Elderberry wine (she has quite a taste for it) and I take a seat on the sofa. Ai sits across from me and after a couple of moments of thought she speaks.
"I-I wanted to tell you about what I am. I was going to tell you many times but the moment never seemed right and I wasn't sure how you'd take it."
"I can understand that. It's not something that one just drops in another's lap out of nowhere."
"Yes, but still you are my husband and I have unintentionally deceived you. I apologize and I beg your forgiveness."
"There's nothing to forgive but I do have some questions."
"As I thought you might. Ask me anything husband and I will answer truly."
"Alright. Are you dragon or elf?"
"I am...dragon. I have been as you see me now for a very long time. I know little of my dragon heritage beyond what instinct can reveal."
"Where I come from this next question is considered rude, but not between a husband and wife. I need to ask...How old are you, as we know time?"
"I am 120 of your years but that is only an estimate. In truth I do not know but I have not lived longer than those from my village."
"Fair enough. Can you use magic like other dragons?"
"I have no spells, and few dragon powers. I can fly, I can see great distances, and perfectly even in magical darkness, My other senses, hearing, smell, taste and touch, are much greater than those of many animals. I can in my dragon form, fly at incredible speed, and of course breathe fire. I am also immune to fire and heat."
"Um mating...if you were to become pregnant how would that work?"
"I don't know. I have had no parent to teach me the ways of my kind and I only know the way of elves."
"We'll have to do some research and discover those things together, or perhaps find you a mentor."
"I would like that husband."
"So basically you were adopted, or is your sister the same?"
"I was very young when the chief's first wife found me. She could not bear children and so claimed me as her own daughter. I grew up with the other children in my village and no-one ever knew what I was, not even me. One day raiders came to destroy our village and the women and children were hiding in a cave. The raiders found us and were going to enslave, violate or kill, every one of us. I acted out of instinct and shouted at the warriors before us. In a flash I could see them in the darkness of the cave and I could smell the fear in their blood. As my serpentine form writhed before them and my wings unfurled, their hearts filled with terror. With a single breath 8 warriors met a fiery end, burned to smoldering husks. My tribe reacted with joy and hailed me as a hero, blessed by the gods. They thought my transformation was a blessing, a one time occurrence. Until I revealed myself before you I had never again had the need to transform into my dragon form. I knew instinctively that the dragon scales and my wings were the truest version of me. I did practice flying and whatever abilities I could. It just felt proper."
she shifts into her scaled form effortlessly the appearance is something akin to swirling water. Even in this form she is beautiful to behold. She looks away, shy, and I cannot help but reach for her face and turn her head to look her in her magnificent golden eyes.
"Wow, well...this a bit to take in...but...it changes nothing between us. You are still my first wife and I am still your husband."
"Will others accept this? I know how outsiders can be."
"In many places a union between a dragon and any humanoid is not well accepted. Keep this secret until we can find another Golden dragon to help teach you of your people. No need to cause more conflict than necessary."
"Does my form bring shame upon you?"
"No...I would care for you no matter your form. I only ask that you not reveal your true form to strangers...think of it as the element of surprise."
We continue talking well into the evening hours and I get to know my wife a bit better. Her dreams, her favorite things, and why she is who she is. I don't care that she's a dragon, although some others might. I am not just honor bound to remain...I truly care for Ai.
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Obsidian Fantasy 2013/10/9 6:19
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| Cloud dragons are revered in much the same way as Earth Dolphins and for similar reasons. They have what can only be described as a kind heart and are helpful to creatures who are lost or in distress. They have been known to defend helpless victims from other dragons but have only done so for sentient beings. They can be found quite often with riders as they bond quickly and also easy to train. They will not serve cruel masters which has lead many Arcano-biologists to believe that they may be aligned to the forces of good though they are at a loss for how such a thing could be. Cloud dragons are among the largest and most powerful of the dragon species growing as large as 120 feet in length, though more than half of that is tail and neck. Like all dragons the possess a breath weapon however theirs is a cloud of gas that is electrically charged the gas holds it's cohesion well enough to be used at a distance of 400 feet while still retaining its potency. Because of their helpful nature they have earned the nickname "Luck Dragon". |
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| Cliff Dragon
Obsidian Fantasy 2015/5/10 17:49
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Cliff dragons are a variety of 2 legged Wyverns that make their lairs inside cliff faces and prefer high precipices from which to view their surroundings. Like the predatory birds of earth they possess remarkable telescopic and polarized vision and are excellent hunters. At a mere 15 feel in length (most of which is neck and tail) they boast a wingspan of 50 feet. They kill their prey by diving from altitudes of about 3000 feet and pouncing with their razor sharp talons. They are very intelligent and while they can be aggressive will take to a rider as long as they are well fed. They are pack oriented often hunting in large groups of up to 15 to take down herd animals (which are their primary diet) by having several pack members swarm around and confuse prey luring them into tight groups where they can be picked off more easily. It is because of this pack mentality that they make some of the best companion steeds among dragon kind. They are true dragons and can breathe fire and as such are immune to even the hottest flames shrugging off even volcanic temperatures. They are not capable of speech but do have a rudimentary for of communication amongst themselves that can be learned if one cares to take the time. Startlingly they can develop a keen understanding of spoken languages without the need for training making them further indispensable as mounts and companions. As semi-sentient creatures they need not be tethered like a common horse or muzzled like other dragons and this feature alone has made them a premier choice for winged mounts. Cliff Dragons come in a variety of colors from the full spectrum of the rainbow and indeed some are specially bred for their colors alone. Unlike steed dragons Cliff dragons can and often do choose self preservation over obeying commands...unless they have been given reasons to be loyal. That means one would be wise to treat their Cliff Dragon well.
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Obsidian Marvel Comics 2014/4/15 7:01
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| I'm working on assembling characters in Daz Studio for instant loading, this means I will no longer have to find the parts of a costume, dress the model, shape the model, then sculpt the face, instead I do this all once and save the character in a very specific way. Would you like to this too? I would bet more people would spend a larger amount of time perfecting a character if they knew they only had to do it just once. Or maybe you'd download more static obj's if you knew you only had to import them the hard way just once. Spydraxis@yahoo.com is my e-mail send me a line if you'd like to sign up for my classes on : Tricks you didn't know Daz could do. I assure you every one of my techniques works, over and over. |
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| Class 10 Demon
Obsidian Original Characters 2013/10/20 20:47
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| Demons ranked Class 10 have a domain in an adjacent plane of existence (ie another dimension) and are very powerful often commanding vast legions of minions composed of lesser demons. They also possess incredible powers and some have been known to have reality altering abilities. These powerful being should never be underestimated or trifled with. Few mortals can hope to withstand a confrontation with these mighty beings. Their goals and ambitions are their own and it is unknown what agendas they follow but like all demonic creatures of vast power they seek always to expand their hold on the mortal realms through whatever means necessary. They have only one endearing quality that saves them being called truly evil and that is their word of honor...it is hard to believe but this type of demon is honorable (at least in most cases) and will abide by their word which is rarely given and any oaths made are often twisted. Think of a superpowerful corrupt lawyer. |
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| Clara Bella
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| Some of you will no doubt recognize the Doctor's companion Clara Oswald portrayed by Jenna Coleman, others may know Bella Poarch an American social media personality and singer. These sculpts are so spot on I had to do something... So their pretty faces will be showing up at some point in my stories if only briefly |
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| Cirana Feyblade
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/12/17 9:25
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| Many questions arise as concerns Ms. Feyblade...not the least of which are who the hell is she, where did she come from, why is she wearing Obsidian's gear and flying his old ship the Runt, which was destroyed years ago? Nothing about this lady makes sense but the most disturbing question is...Why does she keep calling herself Obsidian Mask?!!! |
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| Chief of security
Obsidian Original Characters 2018/8/22 8:39
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| Obsidian's crew have a well-defined chain of command. Obsidian, Shadawar, Sabrina, Synthea, Ai, Aini. Until now Ai has not had cause take her role of command very seriously beyond ship security. After the death of the Lillun B, she feels responsible for the vessel's tragic demise and vows never again. With Obsidian and Synthea away, and Sabrina hospitalized Ai is the acting 1st officer and is not taking the job lightly making Shadawar's and the ship's safety her number one priorities. Captain Rendaza will be finding out just how serious Ai can be. |
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