Independent RP blog for the greatest bandit chief turned toy-afficionado, Nicholas St North
//Hello, dear hearts!
Due to life happening, I’m going to have to go on indefinite hiatus with North. I’m keeping this blog open for when I (no doubt) will come back in the future (perhaps a Christmas present for you all!); until then, you can keep tabs on me on the following, more active accounts:
The outbreak turns the adage ‘things get strange after dark’ into a punch line. Strange would have been welcome when death became relative. Inside the quarantine zone MiM’s Guardians are spitfire forces against the undead and a comforting go between for the uninfected survivors and the reclusive man who keeps them as safe as the world allows. A petty Russian criminal and a sharp-tongued Australian- a withdrawn dream expert of a scientist and a woman who should have been made of fire and feathers. At the end of the world it doesn’t pay to be too choosey about your lieutenants. In a year’s time, with any luck, Katherine and Nightlight will join them. They’re copper bright and snow blind white when they stand watch on the walls. They’re the future. They almost make it look shining.
It’s in the Out Lands, the yawning mouth of the world outside the safe zone, where the nightmares fester and evolve. Recon and supply teams bring back rumors of infected survivors who haven’t died. They’ve changed. The ghost stories bring whispers of phantoms inside the walls. Pitch- a shade of a man who makes the dead part around him like a king and his serfs. And his daughter… she’s alive- but terrifyingly so like a storm front in summer. Some people say they walk side by side- others mutter that they only way they look at each other is down the barrel of a gun.
There are no shortcuts from point A to point B anymore. The dogs are always at the door. Jack knows most people would consider the boy at his side dead weight. Even now though, he can’t bring himself to do anything less than what’s right. He only hopes he can get Jamie to MiM’s people before his own mutating infection catches up with him. There’s an unshakeable chill at his core and each passing day makes it harder not to think of it as a clock counting down. Counting down to an end he can’t see.
The dead don’t sleep so living learn how to forget what resting easy is.
Having fun with a young North ( totally rambling on). Little name tweak, as it probably evolved over time, judging from his origin and how “St-North” sounds so english (I can’t begin to guess what his last name sounded like in his youth).
Sorry for the delay posting that one. Really busy with side projects. I don’t know what I’ll do with the few more story ideas that are running around in my head. :(
You guys remember my male version of Tooth, right? I wanted to draw him again and I did so yesterday, after I had found a few bottles of ink and watercolors. I added the background and edited the colours a bit on Photoshop.
The guardians of childhood books are killing me, help
I just love them too much and GOSH ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE SO PERFECT. I was going to rant about all of them, but then I realized I would never finish ranting, so I’ll most likely upload my sketches of them all one by one and then rant for each drawing lasjdnam