I Felt Like Experimenting A Little Bit So I Drew Two Of My Characters, Paloma And The Monarch In A New

I felt like experimenting a little bit so I drew two of my characters, Paloma and the Monarch in a new style. I like how Paloma turned out but I’m not entirely sure about the Monarch, they need some work. Still, it was fun to experiment.

For mutanthunter.

Their Percy Jackson fan character, Aaron, child of Aphrodite. The quality is still a bit weird and pixelated but hopefully I’ll fix that next time I draw.

Another one  the Shadowseer that's part of my little troupe. This one gave me a bit of trouble, the colours seemed to keep on playing up and I had to simplify the colour scheme quite a bit but finally it's finished and I think it turned out alright.

Anomaly Code

Just thought I’d upload a few chapters of my story to see what people thought of it. I need to rewrite some stuff and I’m terrible at dialogue but hopefully it’s ok.

Chapter One: Vaughn

Thattime was hazy for her, she didn’t remember much. Pain, she remembered that.Blood, she remembered that also but there was one thing that stood out clearly,a thing forever burned into the back of her mind. A face, no ‘the’ face. The one responsible for it all, the reason she was like this. Her best friend.

Vaughn walked slowly down the hospital corridor, his long honey coloured hair shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the windows. His check-up had gone well but he was troubled, the doctor still didn’t know what was wrong with him.

With a sigh he looked around the all too familiar hallways. At least he wasn’t required to spend the night tonight, sleep always came slowly here and the evening had a tendency to bring a sense of loneliness with it.

Shaking his head he pushed the troubling thoughts away. He wouldn’t be sick forever, he just had to look at the bright side. Hurriedly he walked through the door of the cafeteria made his way over to where his older brother, Leon, was sitting, pouring sachet after sachet of sugar into his coffee.

“How did it go?” asked Leon.

“Not bad,” said Vaughn, taking a seat, “She said that everything seems to be fine but I needed to take it easy.”

Leon raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee, “What, is she expecting you to go mess around with the wrestling team or something?” he asked, adding yet more sugar to his coffee.

Vaughn just smiled and looked at their reflections in the window, their eyes were the same colour and their hair was a similar shades of blonde but that was where the similarities ended. Leon towered over Vaughn and looked every part of the surfer he was, from the tanned skin to the toned muscles whereas Vaughn looked skinny and frail, his pale skin giving away his illness.

           “I’ve been meaning to ask,” said Vaughn, picking up a newspaper and scanning the contents, “Have you been sneaking out to see Davis? You’ve been very secretive lately.”

Vaughn raised the newspaper and smiled as Leon sprayed the table with oversweet coffee.

“First of all, no I haven’t,” said Leon, grabbing a bunch of napkins, “Second of all, Davis and I are just friends.”

“Yeah, I make out with my friends all the time too,” said Vaughn, examining the ends of his hair, “You don’t have to project the straight guy image with me, I know you date guys sometimes instead of girls.”

“Yeah, well mum and dad aren’t so fond of it and they want me to keep you on the straight and narrow,” said Leon, rolling his eyes and looking at his brother, “Not that it appears to be working judging by that outfit. How did you find out about Davis anyway, you’ve met him like, once.”

Vaughn paused, it was a good question. How had he known? It wasn’t like he’d actually seen them making out.

“I guess it’s just something I picked up between you,” he replied, returning to his newspaper.

In the next moment, a word jumped out at him. Anomaly. He’d been seeing the word around a lot lately. Supposedly there were people that had been appearing that had mutated somehow and now had amazing and mysterious powers. These people had been labelled “Anomalies” by the media. So far the government didn’t know what to do with them but they weren’t very popular with the general public.

Later, as they walked to Leon’s car, Vaughn thought about anomalies and how it would feel to be one, how his parents would take it. The carpark was filled with people walking to and from the hospital, the pair made their way into the throng of eerily quiet people. Suddenly, noise swelled up around Vaughn. Reflexively he grabbed Leon’s hand, surprisingly his brother didn’t seem to notice the noise. As they moved further into the crowd, the noise got louder till it felt like it was resonating within him. He could tell that they were voices now but he couldn’t make sense of what they were saying. Each voice seemed to blend into the other to create a blanket of white noise. That was when he realised that the sound really was coming from inside him.

His heart hammered against his chest, escalating in pace. He was now crouched on the ground with his knees against his chest and his head cradled in his hands. He thought that Leon might be talking to him. He thought that maybe someone was holding him protectively but he felt numb. All he was aware of was the noise and the pain.

Anomaly Code Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Lace

Anomaly.That was what they had called her, the Foundation. They were the ones who hadfound her when her veins began running with fire. They hadn’t judged her, even though she was unnatural. They had taken her in and offered her help, a cure, despite what she’d done.

Lace snapped back to reality. She had zoned out for a second, entranced by the trailer to a new videogame. She didn’t normally pay attention to games because she couldn’t usually afford them but a character in this one had caught her eye, a harpy that had been a slave and now used the chains of captivity as a weapon.

Shaking her head she readjusted the grip on her groceries and turned away from the tv in the store window to continue on her way only to be stopped again by a glint of light from a street stall. She saw that the light belonged to a set of silver spoons and as she moved closer her fingers began to itch. Lace hadn’t always been a thief but with two brothers to look after she’d done what she had to, becoming the Magpie so they could survive. Lace and her brothers, Cam and Luca were triplets and the three of them had run away from their home in Italy after the incident. After she had killed a girl. It had been an accident but that didn’t change what she’d done. It had been Cam who’d got them out of the country, he had taken action while Lace was still in shock. Just for a moment she flashed back, once more she saw that flash of red against white. It was an image that never left her.

The spoons were now twitching in time to her fingers along with every other metallic object on the table. Lace hurried away. She couldn’t afford to lose control, especially not in public. She was what the media called an anomaly, if people found out that she could move metal with her mind then they would come after her. There had been reports on the news or anomaly terrorists though there was never any proof that anomalies were behind the attacks.

Lace knew that people were just scared of anomalies because they were different. That was why everything bad that happened got blamed on the “anomaly threat.” It didn’t matter how nice you were or if you’d never hurt someone in your life, if you were an anomaly, you were to be feared and hated. Lace wasn’t ashamed of being an anomaly, she wasn’t proud of some of the things she’d done with her ability, especially when she lost control but she was born what she was and there was no way for her to change it. She hid only because she just wanted to live her life without being harassed for existing. She hoped that one day she’d be able to be open about what she was though.

Lace sighed with relief as she walked through door to the apartment she shared with Cam and Luca. The apartment was near the railroad tracks and wasn’t much, especially compared to the fancy estate their parents owned in Italy but it felt more like a home than the place in Italy ever had. They had decided to rent this apartment because the rumblings from the trains helped to hide the rattling metal that were side effects of Lace’s ability.

Luca was in the kitchen making breakfast. He was dressed in track pants and a muscleback tee. Lace guessed that he’d just come back from his morning run. Luca was involved with a lot of sports at school but he had a tendency to be a bit lazy about practicing. Cam sat in a corner next to his plants reading a gardening catalogue, deciding which pack of seeds to get next. That was one thing that Lace missed about Italy, at least there they’d had enough room for Cam to have his own garden but now he had to make do with what he could keep in flower pots.

           Both Luca and cam looked up as she came in, almost as if they could sense she was upset.

           “It happened again, didn’t it?” asked Cam. As if it was answering him, the metal light fixture above his head began to swing.

           “It wasn’t so bad,” said Lace, setting down the groceries on the bench, “It was just a small flashback and a little bit of trembling cutlery, I don’t think anybody noticed.”

           “Isn’t that called post-traumatic stress disorder or something?” asked Luca, “I mean, you’ve been having these flashbacks for a few years now, maybe you should talk to someone.”

           “I’m fine,” Lace snapped as the cutlery drawer sprang open, “Really, there’s nothing to worry about, besides, we can’t afford to waste money on a counsellor.”

           Cam and Luca looked at each other, Lace knew this meant that they weren’t prepared to let this go and were probably planning out a way to get some help for her.

           “Don’t even think about it,” she warned, “I’m fine, let’s just get ready for school.”

           “If you decide you need help then please let us know,” said Cam before walking away.

           “They don’t believe me,” thought Lace and she wasn’t surprised. She didn’t even believe herself.

Some old characters of mine, I decided to do some really rough sketchy art of them. I think i need to work on the colours a bit. They're a couple in case you didn't pick that up :)