I have a passion to work with character creation or game art. I feel inspired to work with 3D and sculpting and whilst I have not done these for clients as yet, I would love to get to a space where I can create characters or artworks professionally.
This design was created in my spare time and I am currently still learning new methods and mediums for how I want to create these pieces. Each feels unique to me and even though they are rough concepts and more work can be put into them to refine them, I feel as though they convey a sense of personality for the characters. I aspire to possibly work with a team in the future to see these designs come to life.
I currently work with a freelance writer Gareth Swart, who crafts various worlds and stories around the characters to create a sense of believability.
I used Zbrush to concept up the initial designs and shapes of the characters. I then exported material maps and combined and refined them in photoshop for the final render. I used Pureref to pull references from certain pieces that I liked beforehand to inspire me.
The colour of death is not oblivion. The colour of death is oily black, with pinks and green swirled into it. Death has no eyes but sees all. It stands Bi-pedal. It stands tall and it stands on the corpses of those who created it. It is patient, it can wait unmoving for what seems like an eternity but when it does it brings only the end. It sees and hears and it walks, It walked now towards Ronosk and he was terrified, The green scientist scrambled away from it as best as he could.
His skin turning different shades of blue in fear as he slipped in his colleagues blood. He whimpered and scurried but even if he was running instead of crawling he knew he could not outrun death. A clawed foot gently pressed against his back, pinning him in the puddle of his executive chief's life blood. He froze in the red stickiness, hoping for mercy. It was impossibly quiet as he held his breath in anticipation.
Surely he would be spared for if anybody would be spared surely it would be him. Every second began to stretch as he waited, he could not hear his own heartbeat as everything became eerily still. Every second felt like an hour as time stretched into a lifetime. He felt panic begin to rise in his chest as his mind raced through a thousand ways to avoid the one outcome that he knew was coming. He had a brilliant mind and had a mountain of achievements to prove it, he was a leviathan of intelligence and had defied the very essence of physics itself, surely he could defy this moment too.
He did not feel pain as his head was torn off his shoulders, His vision had become foggy as his mind began to slow. Even as his decapitated head stared back through misted eyes at the elongated head of death he thought of ways he might escape it. The world faded from shapes to colours and even those began to fade away. Oily black with green and pink were the last colours he ever saw.
Created in my spare time using Zbrush and Photoshop.
Bio written and created by Gareth Swart
