MOAGtoon Characters

So here are some of my MOAG characters/npcs (Atticus Butcher, Matthias Butcher, and Scraggly George) that I don't play very much but I really like them. Also I did these drawings at work a while back when things were really slow and I intended on making all my characters but then things got really busy at work so I don't know if I'll ever finish the series. Oh well, either way I figured I better post them so they don't disappear when I forget about them.
-Juanito, over and out.

Amadeus Edwards

A little Amadeus for Bot, too.

BTW, if anyone wants one of these- there are figurines at the Cedar City Del Taco, inside the coin vending machines (whatever those bloody things are called), for a dollar. All you have to do to get one is to buy one of those figurines and bring it to me. And know that chances are they won't turn out perfect.

And it's also a LIIIMITED TIME OFFER because eventually I have to give Aunt Jan her paints back.

Lagarto and Honk

MOAG Cultural Day

    So I have been asking Sir West many question in preparations for the next Ormigite Builder campaign. I got a little sidetracked and began asking many Klisk related questions just for curiosity and found out some very interesting thing that I did not previously know. I then stated that we should have a day to post brief culture or story or technology related explanations of MOAG. West thought that was a good idea and I don't know if it will ever be a regular thing but I figured I'd start with a little Ormigite culture lesson.
    The majority of the Ormigites believe in deity which they call The Builders. They believe that to escape the cruelty of their previous home/galaxy the builders used their will power to transport to a far corner of the universe and created their own galaxy. Then after living content for thousands of years they decided to move on to another life or ascend. But before they ascended, from the earth and minerals they created the Ormigites to maintain the galaxy. They taught the Ormigites all that they knew and then left (and have never been seen of until our characters found one).
    Now like much mythology there is some truth to the stories, but here is what we know of the TRUE story. The Builders were just a close cousin species to the ormigites. They looked very much like the ormigites but were 10-15ft tall. They were extremely strong Will Power users but NOT so strong to teleport across the universe and create galaxies. They lived very much like the ormigites in all aspects except were much more technologically advanced. In many instances where the ormigite and builder civilizations lived near each other, their cultures usually intertwined, even to the point of living together and the builders becoming the royal class. This may be the cause of the ormigites eventually regarding the builders as their deity.
    The Builders lived thousands of years ago and had a thriving world till some type of plague/infection killed off their entire species. In a last ditch attempt to survive they sent 12 of their strongest warriors out into the universe to kill the plague/infection and entrap its essence in artifact crystal pillars. Then they were to return to their home planet and try revive their species. In several thousands of years only one has returned. As the last of the builders, Kra'max has come in contact with several of our characters and sent us on a missions to finish the task of collecting the last of the crystal pillars and destroying the plague/infection that killed his people.
    This is a quick little drawing I did of Kra'max. I hope you like it and I hope you liked the little lesson in Ormigite Culture.
- Juanito, over and out.

The Curse of Immortality (A Broken Home)

Am I real?  I thought I was. A philosopher once said “I think therefore I am”. Is that what I’m doing, or do I simply process information so fast as to give the illusion of such?

            Is it pain that defines us? These questions pain me to the soul, if I do have a soul. The others must feel that I do. They have avoided me for most of the past month because I am not her… If I do have a soul…

            I know my definition. I am well defined. I am simply a machine designed for a task…

            Many people believe that they will return to their maker when they die, and look forward to that day. I have seen my maker; I have looked him in the face… I have died. But was that me? I can feel the final stroke. I can see everything leading up to that moment. It must be me… But I don’t know what was going on in that mind in those final moments. I have re-lived it ten thousand times and my conclusion is the same, I will miss you…

            When I return again to my maker I will ask him one thing; Why? Why was I given this information, these memories, these feelings? Only so I could come to this place and become a burden on the minds of those I love?

            I know my definition. I know where I belong. It is here at my home, … In your arms.

Proof of a Soul

What do I say?...................... No, seriously what do I say? You know… forget that, what do I do?

I am and always have been a blade, a weapon; and until I found the Aegis I had no sheath, no home. When Amadeus asked me on as part of the crew, I stepped on board and knew immediately that this was where I was supposed to be.

            It was her home too.

I see one of my best friends there, and I try to get to her, but I can’t. Again, I am helpless, and it wasn't because of my speed or strength or sight.

            For the first time it was my mind that failed me.

            I flopped out of the room.

            All I needed was to be able to point-to-point.

My brain has four lobes; I am able to section off parts of my mental processing power to do various activities at once. One part is always designing, creating, inventing. Another is allocated to equations, mathematics, numbers. There is even have a small part of my brain partitioned off to play a funny human game called “chess” with Frank, the lead engineer.

            I have devoted the entirety of my mind to that moment.

 “Saarra my swords!” That’s the last thing I said to her, my swords are my life-line; They are me. Mirror soul turns my swords into a reflection of me, the blades I wield mirror me and are a symbol of everything that I am. They are me. Telling Saarra to take my swords was like offering my soul to her… haha, now that I think of it that’s probably the closest I have ever come to a confession of love for a woman in my life.

            They are me.

She looked at me, for a brief second, you know… it was probably just because I point-to-pointed her…….. but……………..

            If she could have just gotten to my swords.

            If I could have stopped the virus.

            If I could have gotten my swords to her.

            If I hadn't have called her down to the med-lab.

            If I could have hacked him back.

            If I could have given her my swords… a sword.

My first invention on the Aegis was the Reanimator Bot.  The first test subject lie screaming on the ground, and Saarra walked in. She looked at the guy on the ground, Amadeus, Honk, then me and said “You know, I could help you with that.” She was one of my best friends from that moment on. I loved to constantly poke fun at her, an off comment here or an innuendo there, just to make her uncomfortable.

            She’d give me that look.

Mainly I’d do it as a way to show … affection? Friendship? Support? Probably it was just to be a pain, the kind of annoying that only comes from a family that has your back.

I keep replaying that moment in my head, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

It’s probably not the moment you’re thinking of; I see her standing in front of that monster and he asks: “Do you love Amadeus!?”

            She hesitates.

She is supposed to say “No,” all of her programming, protocol, alliances, affiliations, and influences drive her to say “no”…….. but she doesn't.

I see the future in an epiphany of mental clarity, I see the possibilities, and it is all torn away in the single stroke of a sword, the image of her falling in twain overshadowing the image of her hesitation to negate her feelings.

            My clairvoyance is clouded by sheer horror and disbelief… then blind rage.

I've been standing here for weeks, and all I’ve truly come to comprehend is that I really do in fact have a soul. I haven’t had a heart for years now, but my sister… my crew-mate… my friend… is gone.

            And my heart hurts like hell.

Premonition

"There are times when even an Admiral joins the front lines, and it is there that nations fall." ~Admiral Torval Extar.

This is a picture of my character Illiar Extar, son of Admiral Torval Extar. Illiar is the youngest of 18, he is a sergeant and is currently serving under Admiral Hooblahba.

I named this picture "Premonition" because this is what I think my character Illiar will look like when he becomes an admiral many years down the road. So it's a premonition of the badassery to come.


Even though this picture is supposed to be my character, I also kind of drew it just so people might have a general idea of what an Admiral might look like.

If you're wondering about his combat armor, it's a composite of heavy and light plating over heavy and light carbon nanofiber weaves. It is very dense for good protection, but still affords amazing mobility.

X out

ps - I didn't actually draw this for any contest (I started this many many months ago) but if people want to use it as a reference for Conara or Admirals then go ahead.