Thanks for a kind feedback all of you!
Here some Perspective/Anatomy studies I was doing recently. Trying hard to get better at subject, comes bad, going to give it one more week. Will see how it goes.
Finished one more character for that imaginative project. I always try to add some more then just a pic, so if you got nothing to do there the story below. It kind a linked to other characters in some way. At least for me. Sorry if it doesn't make sense.
Player meets Mute during a Successful Takeover Operation of GCC Resistance Group Hideout, by Government Forces…
NSF Sergeant: Stay down, Rebel Scum! Stop Resisting! Do as I say or I will break your forearm! … Blurry picture before your eyes shows Military Boots. Crescent pain burns out your will for freedom as your mouth replete with blood, mixed with tooth shards.
Radio: PHOENIX 01 GCC RGH: REQUESTING HQ OVER…
Radio: HQ CONTROL FROM HQ: COME IN PHOENIX 01…
Radio: PHOENIX 01 GCC RGH: ENEMY RESISTANCE SUPPRESSED, AREA SECURED. GOT 2 WIA REQUESTING MEDEVAC OVER…
Radio: HQ CONTROL FROM HQ: COPY YOU PHOENIX 01, AWAIT MEDEVAC AT 5 MINUTES OVER…
Radio: ROGER PHOENIX 01 OUT…
Steps… Woeful limpness chains your mind the moment he enters the room. The Being with a Gift or Curse… Ability developed by consciousness, as an attempt to protect itself from unbearable psychological trauma. He peers into your mind reaching the very depths of it. You hear the soft voice pronounced by cybernetic vocal cords as he nods at your side - “Jacket. Inner Pocket. Item.” NSF Sergeant extracts Simple Brass Watch and weighs it on his hand. Mute carefully takes the item from the Sergeant’s hands - “Clear the room. Leave us. Bring the woman down, get her ready for interrogation”.
You experience unprecedented relief as mental attack ceases. He examines the Watch’s surface with his fingers softly. It seems like it awakens pleasant memories for him… He seems enchanted but suddenly recalls himself, and while you’re lying on the ground approaches. He crouches and peers into your eyes – “You’ve met my brother, didn’t you…”