Be aware:

- My scanner refuses to behave and cuts the bottom off a lot of stuff (not so bad, I fail at drawing feet forever).

- It also seems reluctant to do a good job scanning pencil sketches (by far my most common medium for art). The pics in the links are likely to be of lower quality than the real thing.

- I'm also not the best at drawing hats, so don't expect a drawing of Jackal in full apparell any time soon.

You have been warned ! ! !

Jackal, without his hat or leather jacket, and a close-up of his face with his scarf pulled up.

Aww....

I don't really see how that's adorable, Hench...

Why does everyone draw better than I do?

No.

Explain the awwww then.

Also, Run4 can draw better then me.

dude, hats are a bitch to draw. I cannot draw them so I completely understand.

But this looks pretty fuckin' cool. Something about the texture is verrah nice.

I hate drawing hats. If they didn't look so damn awesome, I wouldn't even try drawing them.

As for the texture, that's why I love pencil drawing. One little stick of graphite, and you have what is probably the most versatile art material ever.

If you have trouble drawing hats, I recently found a rather valuble technique for drawing more formal hat styles, like the porkpie, fedora, bowler, and other more classical hat styles. I could post up a short tutorial if you want.

Linkz!

I can't find the original for the life of me, and it was a bit different then how I draw them anyways. I'll do a quick tutorial on how to draw a basic hat and post it up. Hopefully it will help.

So yeah, did a cheesy drawing of Caleb and Orion as an action duo now that they're working together in the Law Enforcement Mission.

Orion and Caleb, Bad Cop, Worse Cop

So yeah . . .

Oh god, that's cool.

Sooooo coool.

I like it. Better than I could do that's for sure. Hair should probably be shorter though... and I've long since stopped carring whether people who draw Orion draw him with the crossbow wrist mounted or not.

I was going to have him on the left in the pose that allowed it wrist-mounted, but I messed the scar up and turned it into Caleb's facial tattoos (I start every drawing with the head and fill everything else in to those proportions).

It happens, but like i said, I've stopped worrying about it.

On a side note, I think Orion is the only person how still has DEAD NEUTRAL KARMA.

Dan MacAlistair sat against the wall, his chest heaving. So these Guerrillas had competent snipers too. That made things a little interesting. Also made it a good bit more dangerous. That last shot had been close. Dan hadn't even seen where it had come from. Back in cover. No muzzle flare to pick out, no glint on a scope. This new sniper was good. Better than the other one. Gerry, his spotter, was on the far side of the doorway. Neither felt they could move. Dan could as good as feel the guerrilla's eyes staring at the door down his scope. That last shot had been too close. The rain outside had been what saved him. Must have messed up the sniper's aim. The shot had destroyed Dan's scope. This battle wasn't going to take place at long range any more.

"Gerry . . . Gerry . . . you think you can cross the doorway quick enough?" Dan whispered, snapping his fingers to get his spotter's attention.

"One way to find out," Gerry rasped back.

"If you're not sure, don't try it. Anywhere over there you can get a sight on him?" Dan hissed.

"There's a boarded-up window down the hallway. I think I can get a look through the gaps," Gerry grunted, crawling along the hallway before crouching next to the window. "I don't see a thing."

Gerry shifted the plywood sheets covering the window to get a better look. The crack of the sniper rifle rang out over the small valley. There was the sickening thud of a high-velocity slug hitting it's mark. Gerry's screaming. He lay on the floor, cradling his mangled left hand. That guerrilla bastard was shooting to wound. Trying to bring dan out into the open to help his spotter. Dan tried to shut out Gerry's screaming. Gerry was just out of training. Only a few months experience. Dan snapped his fingers and pointed to Gerry's rifle.

A Winchester Model 70. Heavy-duty. Same as Dan's, chambered in .338 WinMag. Scope was adjusted to Gerry's eye. The time it'd take to readjust would give the sniper a chance to relocate and dig in again. Dan couldn't afford to give him the chance. He'd have to adjust on the fly. He was almost six inches taller than Gerry. Heavier build. He was the brick shit house to Gerry's timber fucking hut. This'd take some doing. Going into shock by now, Gerry somehow managed to slide his rifle over to Dan. Dan tried to keep him talking, but he couldn't oncentrate. Gerry had taken too long sliding the rifle over. The other sniper would have his new position nicely set up to pin them down again. Might as well take the time to readjust the scope then.

That done, Dan settled on his plan. He sat back down, and kicked the boarding over the window next to him. Eventually it dropped down. A shot rang out, chipping into the wall. Dan slid himself out into the doorway, sighting the enemy as he moved to relocate. A ghillie suit's head bobbing along. The rest was as good as hidden in the bushes along the road. The rifle roared. There was a gentle whump as the bullet burst the target's skull to fragments. Dan rolled back into cover as the enemy spotter opened fire with an automatic. An AK's pop-pop-pop. Probably a Chinese knock-off. An inexperienced spotter. The bullets chipped away at the hillside in front of Dan and Gerry's building. It appeared Dan had just gunned down his opposite number among the enemy forces. And now he was going to deal with his spotter. Dan popped cover in the window, lining up a shot at the top of the head bobbing along in the ditch.

Boom

A body fell from the ditch. Too large for a child, too small for a grown man. Dan swallowed as he spotted her in the scope. Well, not so much her as the fact that she was pregnant. Heavily pregnant. The psychs back in England would have a field day trying to tell him he'd had to shoot a fleeing woman.

She could have called more guerrillas. Or worse, those mercenaries they were calling in. American gun nuts, French Foreign Legion Veterans, Venezuelans, South Africans, a few mad Englishmen who couldn't hack normal life coming back from the battlefield. Russian veterans and deserters. He'd had to do it.

Wouldn't bring her back. Or give a father back the baby he'd been preparing for for the past seven-odd months, by Dan's guess. Well, there was a job to be done. Stabilise Gerry and move on to kill this guerrilla warlord. Bloody South American states. Every second week there was some warlord threatening regional stability. And Dan was the man to call on when someone needed to be taken down from a distance. A nice little insult that for all their power, one man and one gun could still take these guys down.

There was a job to do. No sense in dwelling on how that last firefight could have gone if everything had gone right.

Okay, so this is from another Forum, Ambassadors of Liberty. But whatever, it's a drawing. And yes, I know I drew Sandy's head a ways-away too big.

SG-1 Team Shot from AoL

The characters are as follows, clockwise from Top Left.

- Captain Daniel MacAlistair (my character)
- Major Jacob Sawyer (Spade's character -folks here don't know Spade-)
- Captain Sandy Howards (Katilan AKA Cattiebrie's character)
- Molly Duncan (Sailawen's character -folk here dun know Sai either-)

Caleb Wolff

More Caleb, alone this time.

As requested by Cewebwalz, Caleb with the swords in-hand.

In the top left, you'll notice the dregs of the borders I have to draw around sketches to prevent my scanner hacking the edges off things.

The Wastes Fight Night Main Event:

Eli "Slim" Ambrose vs. Liam "Jackal" Rourke

Frankly, because I felt like doing a poster for the fight. And somehow made Eli look even creepier than Jackal (sorry about that Zil).

Huh.

Apparently Eli is the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

He doesn't have the razors. Can't be the Demon Barber of Fleet Street if you don't have the razors.

Looks good, Mr. Run!

Jesse is willing to sell him his.

Previews of the fight drawings.

Eli in control.



Jackal taking control back.




There may be one of Ellis' duck 'n' run, George's help and Sun crashing the party.

Moar Jackal! Fairly Street Fighter looking pose, now I think about it.

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