Emon Dwick
Everything's Radioactive in Jorgal S5E2: The Gang Inverts a Dimension
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We've already seen the sleaze that comes from putting Dwick's brain in Spiza's body. Now, what happens when the reverse is true? What horrific chaos ensues when a neurotic, alcoholic STG agent who parkours past his enemies is imbued with the overfed. bologna-ball body of Jorgal Dwick?!
One thing's for sure: with Spiza's luck, this apartment isn't going to be here much longer.
Many thanks to @maudie-beans for helping get those action lines and motion blur in there! <3 <3
G. Lotti Calavera
Like Eagles on Pogo Sticks
Spray Paint on Plascrete
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Happy Pride!
Sketches for this picture began with a nod to a certain diesel-obsessed creature of the Underworld. The moment June rolled around, though, this became a chance for me to recognize this important part of the year - and a chance to let Dwick and Lydia cut loose with hallucinogenic paint bombs across the Illium skylines.
Dwick sprang to life in my mind (and on the Cerberus Daily News forums) sometime around the summer of 2011. Spiza, my main character, was otherwise indisposed, having been sequestered on a deranged reality game show whose grand prize was a salarian mating contract (long story). As he as unable to trawl through the forums, I decided I needed a new alt: one of a completely different species, with a totally different personality, so that when Spiza could rejoin no one would ever confuse the two.
And really, what better a foil for a diminutive salarian with a chip on his shoulder than a loud, crude, fat fuck of an old krogan who lies as easily as he breathes?
Dwick has always been an absolute blast to write. Nine and a half centuries of hard living has given him every chance in the world to share the most absurd stories, and being a consummate liar means that I can change the veracity of each of those long-winded yarns on a dime. His Tuchankan roots give him absolutely stupid tenacity, his biotics give him incentive to never stop eating, and the Genophage, ironically, taught him there's no reason to ever rein in his desires. He shot blanks over the course of nine hundred years, and most of the galaxy wouldn't give a rat's ass if he keeled over tomorrow. Why not spray and pray?
And just because he's finally teamed up with the love of his life, he's not going to stop ogling every profile pic in existence.
After all, why would he…when Lydia's steering?
Special thanks to @maudie-beans for helping me get that motion blur going. GOTTA GO FAST
@tides-that-bind-us tagged me, and as such I shall report, using my two main characters as test subjects!
LET THE TESTING BEGIN.
I CHOOSE YOU, @muqington AND @hp-bitchcraft!
Rules: color all that applies to your OC and their vibes! Whichever section you get the most in is your OC’s archetype, although you can also add in whichever section you get second in to create a subclass of sorts! (Ex: the heroic maiden, the sagely monster, the outcast hero, etc!) Feel free to name it as you see fit, discuss your results, and add some vibe inspiration if you’d like! ✨
blank template here for all my fellow mobile users. check out the original on @antivan-sprig's tumblr
HERE WE GO (UNDER THE CUT)
JORGAL DWICK
The Hero
Impulsive action, Bravery in the face of fear, unwavering self-sacrifice, resilience, fighting for those who cannot, action before contemplation, revenge over absolution, my strength serves the virtuous, an oaken shield, the thrill of battle, glowing smile and freckled cheeks, glory and remembrance, arrogance, red blooded anger, a journey begins with one step, excitement over safety, rising after every fall, shooting from the hip, a knight in shining armor, a sapling which thrives despite the fierce wind, I will succeed or die trying.
Total: 11
The Juvelescent
Blooming flowers, gentle sighs upon a lover’s chest, freshly gathered wildflowers, assumptions assumptions assumptions, twice bitten, bright eyes which so lovingly cut through you, isolation in a sea of admirers, long hair pulled back with a ribbon, soundless footsteps in the grass, naivety shifting towards corruption, my image is not my own and the distinction it lends is not mine either, the gold that stays, sneers and smiles, white cotton dresses in the rain, negations of culpability, a bird in a jeweled cage, a smile as a sword, flushed cheeks amid longing glances, a feast you must not partake in.
Total: 3
The Guardian
Solid rock withstanding ocean waves, sentinel, a vibrant sun through rain clouds, protecting the threshold of glory, boastful smiles and gentle laughs, reluctantly passing the torch, leading through example, past splendor: never again felt but often remembered, the darkest memory is what could have been, the shine of glory never fades, goodness is worth protecting at any cost, sacrifice begets greatness, stories to legends to myth, delivering the final blow, practice makes perfect, the tallest and oldest tree in the forest.
Total: 4
The Creator
Giving until threadbare, abundance and growth, I made the stars for you, gifts upon meeting, feasting but never satiated, an artist’s eyes lend tender brushstrokes, I will mold you how I see fit, freshly sprouted herbs, idealism and perfectionism, big bright smiles, making for the sake of making, self immolation, never forgive and never forget, a bountiful garden, birds which scatter seeds, these hands heal and hurt in equal measure, ask and you shall receive, necessity is the mother of invention.
Total: 10
The Monster
You must not gaze upon me, bizarre and unexpected, hidden for your own good, driven on by an unstoppable force, rage and fear, earthquakes, carcass under the hot sun, the weathered oak withstands, overworked muscles, fierceness of spirit, the blight that poisons, my inhibitions died with my innocence, screaming into the wind, otherness, a fall from great heights, I don’t even understand myself, power reveals all, the void stared back, existence is a perverse experience, blood runs hot, primal and feral joy.
Total: 13
The Outcast
Always running, life is a series of fleeting joys, I wouldn’t recognize myself, a rushing river obscured by mist, a whispered name, mercurial and capricious, your shadow your sole companion, last bloom of the season, individuality above acceptance, a pallid complexion, isolation and silence, wanting looks, one cannot be lost when they belong nowhere, here and there, hiding between shadows, nonconformity lends insight and perspective, my heart is mine alone, running against the wind, to be irreplaceable one must be different, a gaze which stirs indescribable feelings.
Total: 7
The Sage
Tall green grass, parchment and ink, listen closely for I rarely repeat myself, freshly lit candles, an idol placed on a faraway shelf, knowledge is power, sparkling grey hair, owls, strength of spirit, to receive you must first give, a lonely mountain overlooking the valley, appraising glances, unnoticed subtlety, seldom found and often forgotten, aquiline noses, scrawled notes haphazardly stored away, knowing glances, piles upon piles of books HV scripts, I am as profound as I am clever, curiosity killed the cat; satisfaction brought it back, furrowed brows.
Total: 5
Unlimited Appetite for Entertainment With a Side of Breadsticks
Dwick’s signature traits are being the fatass that will never, ever shut up, even by force, and that tracks with this. He’s got opinions, he’s going to share them, and he’s going to do so while rabidly gorging on all the delicious things in life.
EMON SPIZA
The Hero
Impulsive action, Bravery in the face of fear, unwavering self-sacrifice, resilience, fighting for those who cannot, action before contemplation, revenge over absolution, my strength serves the virtuous, an oaken shield, the thrill of battle, glowing smile and freckled cheeks, glory and remembrance, arrogance, red green blooded anger, a journey begins with one step, excitement over safety, rising after every fall, shooting from the hip, a knight in shining armor, a sapling which thrives despite the fierce wind, I will succeed or die trying.
Total: 7
The Juvelescent
Blooming flowers, gentle sighs upon a lover’s chest, freshly gathered wildflowers, assumptions assumptions assumptions, twice bitten, bright eyes which so lovingly cut through you, isolation in a sea of admirers, long hair pulled back with a ribbon, soundless footsteps in the grass, naivety shifting towards corruption, my image is not my own and the distinction it lends is not mine either, the gold that stays, sneers and smiles, white cotton dresses in the rain, negations of culpability, a bird in a jeweled cage, a smile as a sword, flushed cheeks amid longing glances, a feast you must not partake in.
Total: 5
The Guardian
Solid rock withstanding ocean waves, sentinel, a vibrant sun through rain clouds, protecting the threshold of glory, boastful smiles and gentle laughs, reluctantly passing the torch, leading through example, past splendor: never again felt but often remembered, the darkest memory is what could have been, the shine of glory never fades, goodness is worth protecting at any cost, sacrifice begets greatness, stories to legends to myth, delivering the final blow, practice makes perfect, the tallest and oldest tree in the forest (ironically).
Total: 7
The Creator
Giving until threadbare, abundance and growth, I made the stars for you, gifts upon meeting, feasting but never satiated, an artist’s eyes lend tender brushstrokes, I will mold you how I see fit, freshly sprouted herbs, idealism and perfectionism, big bright smiles, making for the sake of making, self immolation, never forgive and never forget, a bountiful garden, birds which scatter seeds, these hands heal and hurt in equal measure, ask and you shall receive, necessity is the mother of invention.
Total: 9
The Monster
You must not gaze upon me, bizarre and unexpected, hidden for your own good, driven on by an unstoppable force, rage and fear, earthquakes, carcass under the hot sun, the weathered oak withstands, overworked muscles, fierceness of spirit, the blight that poisons, my inhibitions died with my innocence, screaming into the wind, otherness, a fall from great heights, I don’t even understand myself, power reveals all, the void stared back, existence is a perverse experience, blood runs hot, primal and feral joy.
Total: 14
The Outcast
Always running, life is a series of fleeting joys, I wouldn’t recognize myself, a rushing river obscured by mist, a whispered name, mercurial and capricious, your shadow your sole companion, last bloom of the season, individuality above acceptance, a pallid complexion, isolation and silence, wanting looks, one cannot be lost when they belong nowhere, here and there, hiding between shadows, nonconformity lends insight and perspective, my heart is mine alone, running against the wind, to be irreplaceable one must be different, a gaze which stirs indescribable feelings.
Total: 8
The Sage
Tall green grass, parchment and ink, listen closely for I rarely repeat myself, freshly lit candles, an idol placed on a faraway shelf, knowledge is power, sparkling grey (metaphorical) hair, owls, strength of spirit, to receive you must first give, a lonely mountain overlooking the valley, appraising glances, unnoticed subtlety, seldom found and often forgotten, aquiline noses, scrawled notes haphazardly stored away, knowing glances, piles upon piles of books, I am as profound as I am clever, curiosity killed the cat; satisfaction brought it back, furrowed brows.
Total: 11
Please Stop Screaming While I Show You What You Did Wrong
Spiza’s a relative jack of all trades that excels in acid wit and exerting knowledge over power. He tries to help people who are genuinely in need but realizes he’s a man of the State – and as such, the power he exerts in his official capacity can only truly help those if it is in the State’s interests.
Which is why he tries to exert it in ways the Salarian Union and the Special Tasks Group may not necessarily approve of.
He's also extremely aware that he is an ugly, twitchy bastard whose smiles terrify small children.
G.H. Ramanujan
Math Class is Over
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Juuust a bit of crossover art I made for @maudie-beans, @smatkinart, @angrychickenman, and @gargoylesister!
You encounter a MATH DEMON who demands that you SOLVE ITS EQUATIONS…but for whatever reason, NOT A ONE of your four-player party wants to answer a SINGLE MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION.
Failure to do so will cost you your IMMORTAL SOUL…so what do you do?
Jorgal Spiza
Everything's Radioactive in Jorgal S2E5: The Gang Goes Through a Parallel Universe
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Another prompt from @werewolfsister - this one being the dreaded CHARACTER SWAP. Just what cursed universe would imbue Emon Spiza, everyone's favorite neurotic STG agent/bartender with the sleazy, corrupting mindset of Jorgal Dwick?!
One thing's for certain: with Spiza's knowledge and Dwick's pencheant for chaos, this bar certainly isn't going to be here for much longer.
Emon Spiza
AfterHoursAlibi.png
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((A little mood piece I worked on for the hell of it. Spiza makes use of a set of cybernetic phalanges called Dactyls to operate his guitar. The salarians naturally made these at some point during those thousands of years between first contact at the Citadel and present day. After all, there's no way the salarians, seeing asari five-finger motor control over the course of centuries, wouldn't find some way to simulate that themselves. Sure, their use is limited, and a consumer-grade set are difficult to operate without loads of practice, but Spiza is nothing if not stubborn when it comes to perfecting the hobbies he has on his off-time.
It helps to have music to look forward to after Turian Folk Music Night, after all. Not to mention the wetwork he'll be doing after-after-hours.))
Korot II Panalde Shev Orosa Futava Graevo
Cultivating Relations
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((My third entry for Inktober: Emon Spiza presenting a cutting of the faldabis plant he's been carefully growing to one of his few friends, Duc'letta "Ducky" Rigalo (of @happy-capy-art fame). Faldabis, whose bark is prized by the salarains for its chewy texture and salty-sweet taste, was driven nearly extinct by the Reapers during the Scouring of Sur'kesh in the lates tages of the Reaper War. Given that the trees take thirty years to cultivate before being ready to harvest, surviving faldabis crops are now so expensive that none but those in the highest Union echcelons will be able to afford it for the next two generations.
Spiza does not make friends easily, having a personality oft described as "aggrieved, prickly, and hostile." Unlike many possessing that personality, however, Spiza is perfectly aware of how isolating that mindset is, and regularly struggles to work against it - particularly for those who return the favor.
Ducky is one such person. Coming from a family sharing similarly irritating foibles as the Emon Clan, Duc'kletta must also endure expectations as an "eligible" bachelorette of Rigalo (and with very little clan prestige as the daughter of…well…a fishing family). Given the slew of potential breeding contracts, it's honestly refreshing to spend time with someone who just wants to nerd out about proper plant husbandry, laugh about idiots at work, and mock mercenaries who apparently have a little too much time to grandstand about their exploits online.
The fact that she successfully diagnosed Spiza's prized fern with depression is also just hilarious to her.))
