Aristic Challenge 15 Avatar Randomizer - View the Art!

[Mr. Hamrick]

ok, sweet...a musket-wielding, swashbuckling, gold-looting Mr. Hamrick.

Technically, his avatar's name is Edgar Hammond.

i know.  I just said it like that because, well...I had no idea who Edgar Hammond was, and spent about 5 minutes trying to find out in the avatar permission thread.  :lol:

Blame MJB in part, he did original avatar sketch and labelled it Mr. Hammond by accident.  So, I just ran with it.  Edgar is from Edgar Allen Poe who is credited as the one of the early American practioners of the short story format and progenitors of detective fiction and crime fiction.  Thus, Edgar Hammond was born.

As for his crew . . . if you need some ideas then PM me.

[Protomorph]

Hmm. Silver or Golden age Figure Fan, eh? Hm. Should I go Kirbyesque, or Jack Cole??

[Figure Fan]

Hmm. Silver or Golden age Figure Fan, eh? Hm. Should I go Kirbyesque, or Jack Cole??

*cough*Kirbyesque*cough*

Maybe I should get that checked out..

[Glitch Girl]

Hey, Hail to the King, baby.  ;)

[Pyroclasm]

bumpity bump....
Usually a week in people have stuff to show, so I'm just bumping so it's not forgotten. ;)

[UnkoMan]

I've got my design pretty much down. I just have to find the time to actually draw this out.

[gdaybloke]

Sorry it took me so long to get around to scanning... I got historical Protomorph. Pretty much every pick of Proto only has him stretching his midsection - who was I to argue?

So.. Prehistoric Proto!

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[The Pwime]

I've got my design pretty much down. I just have to find the time to actually draw this out.

same here.  I'm going to try to get started on mine tonight.

[Nymph]

<----eager to see all the awesome work!  :thumbup:

[Pyroclasm]

About 6 more days before the signups for the next challenge starts.  It'll be a DC/Marvel amalgam challenge.
Hopefully we'll see more finished pieces for this avatar challenge.

[Reepicheep]

I've not had a chance to start mine yet, but I'll make an effort to get at least some line art done this weekend.

Sorry, Deanjo. It'll come!  ^_^

[Nymph]

bump

[Glitch Girl]

Geez, I figured a few more would be up by now at least.  I mean, come on, I'm slow and I got mine done [sends out guilt rays].  Well, I drew Spring Heeled Jack in Western style, and after one aborted attempt at doing a steam punk version (never did get the mechanical shoes to look right) I went a slightly different track.  Poser 5, tons of post (possibly too much) in Photoshop.

Anyhoo, on with the story...

It was on a Tuesday as I recall, and the Jones Gang had blown into town and were robbin' the First National right there in broad daylight, and not a soul could do a thing to stop 'em, not since the sheriff got himself shot last week trying to stop a brawl at saloon.  Everyone else was to busy makin' sure they didn't get themselves shot.  We may not be that proud, but at least we're still livin'.

Well sir, it looked like those boys were gonna get away all that money when all the sudden we hear this voice from up on top of the Livery Stable.  There this man up there, dressed a little like a Cavalry man in his blue uniform, 'cept he's got on a blue mask and a silver star badge on his chest like he were the new sheriff himself. And he's tellin' the Jones Gang to put down the money right now or else.

So one of the Jones Gang yells back "Yer gonna have to come down here and get it!"

Now you know that livery stable was pretty high, and I used to know a boy who fell off there when they were paintin' it and that poor boy still can't walk, but this stranger, he just smiles, and with a big ol' holler, he jumps right off.  And when he hits the ground, he just bounces right off like a flea on a dog.  That Jones Gang, they didn't know what to think until he lands right in the middle of them and socks the loud one in the jaw with left like I've never seen.  Knocked that boy clean off his feet.

Jones ain't happy 'bout that, so naturally, they all start shootin' but this stranger, he's hoppin' around like spit on a grittle, whoopin' and hollerin' like he's havin' the time of his life!  As as he's jumpin' around, he whips out a gun and fire it, only it don' look like bullets he usin'.  Looks more like fireworks.  One of those sparkly things hit one of the Jones Gang and that poor boy just shakes  all over and falls down and we thought he was dead, but later we found out he was only out cold without a mark on 'im.

Before ya' know it, the whole Jones Gang is down and hog tied and this stranger stops bouncin' long enough to gather up the money, give to the Bank Manger, tip his hat to all of us, and then... the he just jumped so high he went OVER the rooftops and was gone.

Ol' Frank who works for the paper, he heard about the robbery in progress and wanted to get the story, he sees the stranger near fly out of town and he says "What kind of spring-heeled jack-rabbit was that?"

And you know what?  The name stuck. 

People started seeing the stranger all over the place.  He'd come into town, either bringin' in some wanted man or makin' sure another one didn't go free.  And since Ol' Frank was the first to get the story, he kinda got to name 'im.

Spring-heeled Jack Rabbit hardly ever took a reward for his work.  Sometimes it was a few dollars, other times, it was just supplies.  He traveled light, no one knew where he came from, and no one knew where he went.  Some of the local injuns, well... THEY say he came from the sky spirits, but I don't think I belive that. 

After all, where would sky spirits get a cavalry uniform anyway?

And that's the God's honest truth.



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Michael Bartholomew Smith was a young cavalry man until a bullet left him barely able to walk.  He'd moved out west, hoping to stake a claim and live out the rest of his days in peace.  Unfortunately, he met up with claim jumpers who left him for dead in the wasteland.  That night, he saw lights in the sky and that was the last thing he remembered before waking up in an Indian village.  The medicine man there told him the Spirits of the Sky had taken pity on him and had healed him to give him another chance.

As it turned out, they healed him a little too well.  Not only could he walk again, but he could jump  higher and move faster and was stronger than any man around.  It felt like there was lightning in his veins, and if he focused on it, he could actually make it appear and shoot out in a little electrical bolt. 

Michael decided that since the Sky Spirits, or whatever they were, had given him a second chance, he was going to make the most of it.  Donning a mask and a silver star and his old uniform, he went out to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

When he's not fighting claim jumpers, murderers, and gangs, Michael pretends to have his old limp and plays the part of a drifter looking for a place to settle down, even though he never does.  It allows him to blend in with the regular people and have a touch of a regular life.  The gun he carries is little more than a piece of junk, but it makes folks less nervous to see things shooting out of a gun than out of his bare hands. 

[UnkoMan]

Holy moley, GG. That's great! Excellent story times, too.

Makes me sad about mine now. I... I don't know. I ruined this drawing in the inking stage. Ruined it bad. This is a medieval fantasy version of Nymph.



Not only that, but I ain't got no story. Sure I was thinking of a thing where she's half-human, half-nymph... Born in secrecy, she lived a modest life with her mother on the outskirts of a small village. Of course secrets only last so long, and after this come accusations of witchcraft and wrong doing. Her mother flees with her, but is killed. She manages to escape into the woods. Blah blah blah, a sorcerer finds her and raises her and she takes quickly to magic and eventually adopts a home in a large lake, dishing out favours and mystic advice for good hearted heroes. That sort of thing.

[Nymph]

i like it! :)

[Spring Heeled Jack]

GG, your use of my avatar and details is far more amusing than anything I would have come up with, and I've been kicking them about for years now! :D

Thank you for such an awesome interpretation! Yeehaw!

[Glitch Girl]

Glad you liked it SHJ.

C'mon guys, I wanna see more entries. 

[The Pwime]

I've got Friday off...I'll finish my entry tommorow and try to have it uploaded Friday night.

I've got most of my lines down.  I've just gotta finish some shapes, adding weapons/etc, and shading a bit.

[The Pwime]

I apologize for the poor quality.  If I can get it scanned by a friend tomorrow, I'll be sure to do so.  Otherwise...this is it, in all it's digital-camera glory.  :doh:

Captain Edgar Hammond and his three shipmates.  Who are they?  What do they do?  Why do they do it?  These are very difficult questions to answer.  Little is known about the man behind the strange red mask, although whenever port cities hear of his coming, they are often abandoned.  With no records of his life before a pirate, all that is known about Hammond is that he has sailed across the world many a time and brought terror with him.  Along with his standard pirate gear, he frequently wears armor and other accessories from his various raids: his mask comes from the far east, while his armor comes from somewhere in western Europe.  Edgar himself is an expert in hand-to-hand and long-ranged combat, and is the most talented swashbuckler aboard his ship, "The End."  His three shipmates are also very skilled, and each have a special trait in which Edgar takes great interest.  One is a musclebound brawler who chooses to fight without a weapon, and frequently boards enemy ships by himself just for the thrill of going it alone.  He is said to be so strong that when using a weapon is absolutely necessary, he opts to carry one of the cannons from the ship rather than a musket.  Another of his shipmates is a slightly maniacal, athletic, sword-swinging femme fatale, who frequently wears dark and unusual clothing.  Her most bizarre article is a torn skull-n-crossbones flag from an enemy ship, which she wears as a skirt.  Lastly, Edgar's first mate is a beautiful dagger-wielding, musket-toting femele pirate, who was rescued from herself by Edgar years ago, and has since become reformed (well...not really.  she's a pirate, for pete's sake :P).

[Mr. Hamrick]

i like!

and I will come up with some more backstory stuff for my crew when I am a little more awake and recovered from the Atlanta Film Festival and The Georgia Big Picture Conference. 

UGH! 

[Kitt Basher]

very cool pwime

[Glitch Girl]

nice work on the characters Pwime