I've Mentioned Zala A Few Times In My Other OC Posts, So Why Not Introduce Him?

I've mentioned Zala a few times in my other OC posts, so why not introduce him?

There has always been something a little... off about Zala, something that unsettled those who met him. Maybe it was his curiosity, or the way he'd hold himself as if he was constantly on edge. No one was sure, but people tended to stay away from him, even at a young age. Not that he minded of course, Zala was never one for social interactions.

He has found solace within his cousin Emalia, who shares his interest in strange creatures. Zala is rather talkative when he wants to be, to the point where he's constantly stammering and cutting himself off in order to get a thought out before it dissapears. Usually though, he finds it extremely difficult to hold a conversation. He's awkward and nervous, preferring to speak with family over anyone else.

Fascinated by life, death, and everything in between, Zala is a man of science. He loves to pick things apart just to figure out how they work, and to have the fun of putting them back together again. As a kid he used to dissect insects and small animals, just to see how they looked from the inside. Everything he saw would be sketched and noted, and he still keeps those books today.

Along with books and drawings, Zala has an extensive collection of taxidermy animals in his house. From strange fish to conjoined twin bears, he has them all. Anything odd is captured and brought to him by other scientists, whom he shares his studies with on occassion. One fun thing, Zala does indeed have a selection of taxidermy humans, and is rather pleased with how clean they came out.

Evolution, mutations, disabilities both physical and mental, he was interested in it all. The brain, the human consciousness, how does it work? How do people learn and adapt while keeping who they are intact? Zala loves to ask questions, every tiny little detail being questioned and prodded until something akin to an answer can be found. He can't leave anything unanswered, not even the most mundane questions. He needs to know everything.

His intelligence comes at a price, however. Zala focuses too much on the outside world and it's state, and completely ignores himself. He has kept himself awake long enough to become a somniphobiac (The fear of sleeping/falling asleep), and is incapable of getting any proper rest. Food and hygiene come last to him, always, as his time is better spent in his lab.

Thankfully, he has a pair of automaton that also live within his house, who constantly watch over him. Darla (an automaton I have yet to design) keeps him decently clean, and makes sure he eats enough to keep him alive. Zala is ever thankful, excited to be in good enough health to continue his work.

Headcanon voice/actor: David Micheal Bennett

First art trade!

My half of an art-trade with a radical new friend @airatherobot ! This is their adorable SPG OC named Aira, and can I just say, I love her.

The color scheme, the simple yet wonderful design, it's all very good.

Check them out if you're into SPG or robots in general!

An alcoholic and a strict doctor, a relationship that contains more arguments than agreements. Despite their mutual annoyance for each other, Jeter is always willing to spend money to bail Henderson out of jail. A blessing and a curse, as what comes afterwards is a long and stern talking to from the automaton. These talks can last mere minutes, or hours, depending on how Henderson behaves.

~ "Spare me the lecture." Henderson grunted, bringing a hand up to his temple. Maybe it was the extreme hangover, or the multiple wounds on the back of his head. Either way, he couldn't think straight.

Jeter sighed at the other's tone, steam escaping from the vents in his cheeks. He kept his hands folded, tapping the right index finger against the left knuckle. A small tick, but Henderson immediately picked up on it and continued.

"If you're waiting for an explanation, I ain't got one. Last night s'all one fogged up blur." The man stated in annoyance, receiving no response from the automaton sitting across the table. "All I know is, that bastard swung first. I was defendin' myself, but... I admit, I may have gone overboard."

"No surprise there." The doctor replied after a moment of thought. "I suppose I should put you under a more strict ruleset, I prefer my students to be in one piece while under my care." ~

I am finally opening commissions!

IMPORTANT EDIT: I WILL ATTEMPT FURRY CHARACTERS, NOTHING TOO COMPLEX. SAME WITH WEAPONS

Just in case it isn't known, robots/automatons fall under Humanoids in my eyes. So if you have a vaguely human shaped robot character, I will happily draw them!

Any extra characters will be 50% off, and simple backgrounds will be an added 5$.

Feel free to DM me for commissions

The Circle is made up of a small group of ancient automatons, who watch over the city of Brenning. They each have their own job, maintaining every aspect of the city's wellbeing. This ranged from warfare and defence, to simple financial statuses of each family. Nothing was too small of an issue, as they wanted nothing more than to keep Brenning alive. The civilians however, are not aware of the Circle's existence, believing that they are nothing but old wives tales to keep children from misbehaving.

This group used to have over ten members, but the centuries of work caused that number to slowly dwindle. Now only five remain, and the survivors continue to work just as hard as when they were first forged.

One such member, a male identifying automaton by the name of Pierre Romanski, was there since the beginning. He was the first one forged into the Circle, the first son of the Tower. His job is to keep tabs on every Brenning resident, and to keep them in check. He's emotionless, calculating and efficient. His programming causes him to focus solely on his mission, completely ignoring anything that doesn't relate to the task at hand. Standing at 8 feet tall, Pierre is an intimidating being. His body is riddled with scars, dents from bullets, rust and puncture wounds. His clothing matches his ancient plating, being covered in tatters and centuries worth of blood, grime and grease. Within his outer shell sits a millennium old skeleton, the same one that he was built around in order to have his humanoid shape.

Much like a detective, it is Pierre's job to handle murders and dissapearances of high ranking civilians, or when outside forces meddle with the lives of the city. He only travels at night, once Brenning has fallen asleep. There are some, however, that have spotted Pierre during one of his rare hunts. They call him the Reaper, an omen of death and disaster. A dark figure stalking the streets with eyes of blinding gold, the rancid stench of death following him like a shadow. Scary stories have been crafted around Pierre over the years, and the civilians have learned to close their windows and blinds at night. Lest the Reaper adds you to his list.

Voice claim: David Bateson (Agent 47)

Experimenting with a style to see if it was more fun to use and I actually quite enjoy it?? So I think I have found the style I will use for my comic, as this could potentially create some nice atmosphere. Also, using this style, would allow each character to be identified by their own colors. Jeter would be brown/gold, Henderson is Burgundy/Mahogany, and Zala would be green, etc. Most environments and objects will be in simple black and greys.

These two images are a little muddied, which is something I will practice with as time goes on.

Also, these two panels are not connected, even though it looks like Jeter and Zala have spotted each other across a room. I promise, Zala is too much of a recluse to attend any event that includes strangers.