Rusty's OC/Misc. Art and Fiction!

ElfenMagix wrote:The Italian police would only have gore scrapping from which to do DNA testing on!

LoC978 wrote:

ElfenMagix wrote:The Italian police would only have gore scrapping from which to do DNA testing on!

:twisted:
that's another of the aspects of GSG that I love:
the "Take that, you dirty old fucker!" effect.

LoC978 wrote:that's another of the aspects of GSG that I love: the "Take that, you dirty old fucker!" effect.

Nichtsider wrote:Colonel Marksman loved that one.

LoC978 wrote:
... I vote C... she's closer to a pedo rating.

ElfenMagix wrote:
Wait...

That may not happen.
The Italian police would only have gore scrapping from which to do DNA testing on!

I wrote:If you ever want to draw a total riot of colors, there's a description from my own fic, (shameless plug) Rebirth of a Queen, that I've always wanted drawn:

"Guinevere was standing at the entrance to the room-by-room pop-up target course. She was wearing a knee-length, bright yellow skirt, sky blue blouse, and pink running shoes. Combining that with her flame-red ponytail and pale skin, the tiny girl was an eye-jarring riot of colors. The only subdued thing about her was the dark grey pistol she held in both hands."

as for the rest of what she looks like (from the 'of Original Fratello' thread):
APPEARANCE: Bright, straight, red-orange hair cut at shoulder length (altenately worn loose, ponytailed, or in tangled knots); pale, freckled skin. Short and skinny even for her age.
VITAL STATISTICS: 6 years old, 93cm (or approx. 3'1") tall.
**edit**
I guess that really leaves a bit too much to the imagination... I suppose I should include a description of her face: classically Irish. A tall oval with big (slightly uneven) bright green eyes, somewhat crooked teeth, a small nose, a rather large forehead, and thin lips.

if I may add: zOMG! PLZ!!1!

rusty-spring wrote:"Hands Off"

"Laine, I need to run inside quick and pick up a package. Do you want to come in or stay out here?"

Clayland climbed halfway up a nearby set of steps and turned to hear her response.

"Mind if I stay out front? This wind feels good." Clayland nodded. The building's door rang as a little bell announcing visitors sounded off.

Won't have many more days like this...soon it'll be snowing. Though I suppose snow is nice too.

As she took in the surroundings Laine noticed her right shoelace was undone . She stooped over to tie it, unbeknown to her that she was being watched. Just as she finished tying her laces she suddenly she felt a strong hand grab her rear and a body brush up against her. Standing up straight she looked at the person who was in the midst of walking by. His scruffy looking beard and thin hair made her feel sick inside as she realized it was he who had just groped her. The man gave her a lewd wink and chuckle.

She was just about to yell when her distraught facial features melted into a pleasant smile. The man stopped and looked at her as Laine smiled as nicely as she could. She trotted up to him and tilted her head, smiling even nicer.

"Heh...Oh I see...wanna spend some time with ol' Noah do you?" In response Laine kept smiling and let him place a hand on her back and lead her around the corner to the nearest alley. "Now let's see here little lady. What do you think? Against the wall or the dumpster?" He walked in front of her to check his impromptu "privacy."

As soon as she was satisfied that "ol' Noah" had his attention fully elsewhere, Laine reached for the KA-BAR she kept sheathed in her back waistband. With a mercury smooth leap, she cocked back her hand and planted the knife's 7 inches into his back. Her other hand slammed into the base to shove the knife further until it erupted out the front of the man's chest, just below the neck.

*HURK*

All "ol' Noah" could do was let out a blood gurgled gasp as he heard a soft voice whisper into his ear.

"When I want my ass grabbed, I'll ASK for it..." On the word “ask” she twisted the knife, a sickening sound of sharp steel scraping against bone a further reward for grabbing the wrong butt at the wrong time.




Laine yanked out her knife and wiped the blood of the blade on the dead man's shirt as a pool of it radiated from his body. Thinking she grabbed the man's wallet and took the cash out of it. She tossed the empty leather pouch on the corpse in order to make the death seem like a robbery at first glance.

Putting away her now cleaned knife Laine ran back to where Clayland was expecting her to wait.

Hope Clay never learns about this...

She made it just as he stepped out of the door.

"Sorry 'bout that. I couldn't find my claim ticket...*sigh*..." Clayland resumed walking and Laine fell in place beside him.

"It's ok Clay. I kept myself busy...By the way, can we get lunch? I'll buy."

rusty-spring wrote:LoC and Elfen -

If you really want me to I'd be more than happy to try and flesh out your OCs. I normally don't because I'd hate to offend anyone by drawing their character "wrong" (which is 75% the reason why I created Laine, to give me an outlet for experimentation) but if you want me to take a stab at it I'll certainly give it a shot.

And I am well aware of the multiple double entendres.

Rusty's story

LoC978 wrote:
minor tech note: the Ka-Bar would've had to go through the man's breastbone to come out there. not saying she couldn't do it, just that there would be a whole bunch of bone splintered in the process

LoC978 wrote:but I imagine she's enough of a sadist toward his type that she didn't care about that...

rusty-spring wrote:Elfen - I'll work on one for you too.

LoC978 wrote:
minor tech note: the Ka-Bar would've had to go through the man's breastbone to come out there. not saying she couldn't do it, just that there would be a whole bunch of bone splintered in the process

Ah, good call. I wasn't thinking biologically when I placed her stab there. I merely thought "Where on my chest would freak me out the most to see a knife pop out?" Obviously the neck is too high, can't bend your head to see that, and a gut stab...just lacks something.

LoC978 wrote:but I imagine she's enough of a sadist toward his type that she didn't care about that...

She was going to make this guy hurt. I would agree that hearing your sternum crack as a knife punched through it would be a teensy bit traumatizing.

Though...what kinda mugger can shove a knife through a man's chest? :suspect:

LoC978 wrote:it would be much appreciated. and trust me-even if you draw a picture of Gwen as a 7-foot-tall blonde with four foot wide hips, I'd just laugh it off and not use it.
but seriously, from what I've seen, you're more than talented enough to draw her adequately.

rusty-spring wrote:Hell, took me 10 or more tries to end up getting Laine comfortable enough so I could draw her without a lot of hairpulling. At first it took a long time just to get her head right. Now her head finishes in minutes.

Rusty wrote:Glock 26 (or my attempt thereof)

LoC978 wrote:

Rusty wrote:Glock 26 (or my attempt thereof)

the only problem I see is that it looks slightly small... lemme do a couple calculations to see if I'm right...

Rusty wrote:Problem is, her index finger would be unable to reach the trigger if I enlarged it more.

ElfenMagix wrote:would be more approprieate: http://www.naaminis.com/25NAA.html
I would recommend their .32NAA for her; a .25 does not have that much stopping power.

3klicks wrote:I don't know much about guns, but isn't it possible to modify the trigger or something? Maybe it could be moved just a bit back. Use a trigger from a different model or change the leverage.

rusty-spring wrote:This brings up a good time to make note about their wardrobe. The reason why Laine wears jeans and tanktops and why Clayland wears hoodies and zip up jackets is so they can blend in en masse. They're largely an observation team. You saw a guy chilling on a street corner wearing a suit and tie or walking into a sports bar contrasted to a dude in a sweatshirt - who's going to catch your eye more? How about that girl wearing the pretty dress and nice long coat standing in the middle of the food market? ...What if she was wearing jeans and some t-shirt?

rusty-spring wrote:Finally, that disclaimer being said. I haven't figured out how to make a male convincingly mature looking without making him look pissed or shoving him into a suit, or growing a beard...etc...
As such, Clayland looks like he's a punk teenager (no offense to the teens out there ).

LoC978 wrote:depends on where you live. when I was in Italy, I saw more... how do I describe the pants..? linen? kinda like slacks, but not as dressy/no crease (many more of those than jeans). and there were more button-up shirts than t-shirts.

LoC978 wrote:but I get the point about the suit. it's useful if you wanna look like a mafioso, though. only the police fuck with the mafiosos, usually.

LoC978 wrote:
example: Jean Pic

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ElfenMagix wrote:Breasts are also a major matter, most guys draw them wrong.

Nachtsider wrote:

ElfenMagix wrote:Breasts are also a major matter, most guys draw them wrong.

Wonder why.

rusty-spring wrote:Rachel (ElfenMagix's OC)

Reference for the clothing came from Elfen's own art of Rachel, with some deviations. I liked the pose he had used, leaning up against something with one leg propped, so I also based this pose on his.

She did end up looking sort of like a cheerleader in my eyes for some reason...*shrugs* (Probably the pleated skirt.)

rusty-spring wrote:Rachel (ElfenMagix's OC)

Reference for the clothing came from Elfen's own art of Rachel, with some deviations. I liked the pose he had used, leaning up against something with one leg propped, so I also based this pose on his.

She did end up looking sort of like a cheerleader in my eyes for some reason...*shrugs* (Probably the pleated skirt.)

LoC978 wrote:school uniforms... in New York? That's... just... un-american!
(says the public school grad. never even seen a catholic school, though my dad went to one)

ElfenMagix wrote:It was something put in by the Guilani Administration, where at first all schools had to get school uniforms, and put them under competition with one another. The ones who do well with statewide examinations standings- uniforms became an option.

LoC978 wrote:

ElfenMagix wrote:It was something put in by the Guilani Administration, where at first all schools had to get school uniforms, and put them under competition with one another. The ones who do well with statewide examinations standings- uniforms became an option.

[sarcasm]good to see that facism lives on in the great US of A[/sarcasm]

LoC978 wrote:

ElfenMagix wrote:It was something put in by the Guilani Administration, where at first all schools had to get school uniforms, and put them under competition with one another. The ones who do well with statewide examinations standings- uniforms became an option.

[sarcasm]good to see that facism lives on in the great US of A[/sarcasm]

rusty-spring wrote:“Buried In Sand Pt. 1”

The heat was swealtering, nearing unbearable.

“It's hot as a crotch out here.”

*PHFFTBB....COUGH*

Clayland choked out the water that was in his mouth. With a tilt of the head, Laine looked over her sunglasses at her handler. She watched as one of his eyebrows arched in surprise.

“Laine!”

“Well it is...” Laine sighed and stared at her empty water bottle. Boredom and exasperation were clouding her mind as she thought how something, anything would be better than this current assignment.

...Two weeks in wonderful Ash Sharawrah, Saudi Arabia...

She attempted to wipe the sweat on her forehead with her arm, but that proved a pointless gesture as a thin layer of perspiration shone all over her. Laine crinkled her nose as she watched a stray cat shuffle around on the street. Silently she thanked the universe for not being such an animal in this climate.

“We're not here for much longer. Couple days at most. In the mean time, comments like that will only bring attention to ourselves.” The blonde cyborg scoffed at Clayland's remark.

“We're two Europeans in the Middle East...We already stand out.” Nudging her sunglasses higher up her nose, Laine couldn't help but state the obvious.

“Still, my point remains valid.”

Silence again rested upon the small street they were observing. Clayland peered through a pair of binoculars at regular intervals. So far this morning no one had left the target building. Laine was sure no one would but was proven wrong three hours later, an hour past noon.

“He's coming out.”

Their target was Habil bin Jericho Al-Nassar. Habil was believed to be heavily involved in black market weapon distribution, specificallly chemical weapons, with ties to over a dozen known paramilitary organizations. Orders were to locate, observe, and finally eliminate. After which they were to extract to the nearby Saudi border to Yemen.

For the Clayland and Laine team, this was the first combat operation in over two months. Laine was initially looking forward to the operation, but after a week and a half in the desert her enthusiasm dwindled.

“All right...get prepared.”

Reaching down she grabbed a dusty blanket and pulled it away. Beneath it lay her HK 417.

“He's heading away from us, walking down the street. There are five others with him. At least three are armed.”

From their meticulously chosen rooftop, Laine propped herself in a crouched shooting position. Through the rifle's scope she judged the target to be no more than 120 meters away, at most 130. She aimed her rifle at the back of Al-Nassar's skull.

“Take the shot when you have it Lai – ”

Clayland hadn't even finished his sentence before the rifle roared and her first round flew downrange. Unfortunately, it was also the precise moment one of Al-Nassar's taller lackeys decided to turn into the firing line.

A pink mist erupted from the man's skull as bits of it were sent flying, splattering the rest of the entourage in blood. What was left of the bullet skewed off path and managed to inbed itself in The weapon dealer's left flank. One couldn't plan a more spectacular case of bad timing. Civilians down below scrambled left and right, some screaming as they ran.

“Damn it!” Clayland swore. He watched through his binoculars as Al-Nassar and the four others dived for cover. “Can you get another shot?” Laine quickly panned her scope left to right.

“Not here. Unless you want me to shoot through women and children.”

“All right, pack it up quickly, we're going after him. He won't get far with that wound.” Just as Clayland was about to decend the the stairs down to the street he felt an iron grip on his wrist that threatened to yank him to the ground.

“Not without this you aren't.” While one hand gripped her handler's wrist, the other held out a vest. Clayland dryly scoffed at his impatience and hastily donned the body armor.

“All right. I'll get down to ground level and approach from there. Think you can do your roof hopping thing to get a better angle?” She nodded and slung her own gun over her shoulder.

“Ready?”

I'm not going to miss a second time... Laine thought and smirked coldly.

“Absolutely.”

Nachtsider wrote:Is it me, or does Clayland look extremely young?