I cannot draw with lines. That should be no secret to anyone. I find it very hard to practice, mainly because I do not enjoy it. Like many other things in art, I enjoy seeing linework, but I do not enjoy doing linework. My drawings are quick schematics to get to painting with color as fast as possible.
The only way to override that tendency is to draw things that are meaningful to me, and that includes fan art. This is one of such many studies, of Pyke, probably my favorite character from the League of Legends universe.
I am not a character designer, I am a painter and I do this for fun. Yes, I could've started from this, gather up a bunch of reference boards and "redesign" Pyke with different props, change the colors, the hairstyle, and create something "new". But that takes a lot of effort, particularly even more for myself, and, quite frankly, I don't see the sense in it. I didn't want to create a new skin. I wanted to paint Pyke exactly how he is, not how he could be.
I claim nothing but the enjoyment of drawing a few lines and a few strokes of color. All credit goes to the original designer, Joe Mad, along with all deserved props for Ruined King, it's an amazing RPG and I enjoyed every second of it. It proves, among many other things, that good, meaningful, relatable dialogue can be written in RPGs.
Speaking of good dialogue, I've been listening to a lot of "pirate music" lately (who doesn't love pirates?), which probably led me to do the Pyke studies. And I found two gems that also prove music verses can be real poetry.
I encourage you to listen and read, they're so fitting for the theme.
I never was one for drinking and dance
But I lived by the dice and the cards in my hands
But the goddess of fortune seemed loather of the sea
There were none of the crew who was poorer than me
I was watching the deck on a cold starry night
When the shape of a spectre appeared in my sight
He said "I am Jones and I've seen your demise"
"I've been moved by your suffering, I will help you rise"
I'm his fool you can see
And he's waiting for me
Down below in the bottomless chasm
I'm his sailor to be
And he's waiting for me
Down below, down below, down below
He said "I'll make you richest of all of your crew"
"In return, I require a promise from you"
"When your sand has run out
"When your time here is through"
"You will sign up for me without further ado"
I complied and I signed with my blood on the line
With no thought of my life, only gold on my mind
But I was deceived, I wish I had known
That I would be richest but also alone
I'm his fool you can see
And he's waiting for me
Down below in the bottomless chasm
I'm his sailor to be
And he's waiting for me
Down below, down below, down below
The next day I woke to a scream from the hold
Where the first mate was found lying bleeding and cold
And a sailor came running with a nail in his eye
So we all ran to help him but I knew he would die
Soon enough we were caught in a fight for our lives
In a torrent of hail from a blue cloudless sky
When a freak wave swept half of the crew overboard
The captain went mad and he fell on his sword
I'm his fool you can see
And he's laughing at me
Down below in the bottomless chasm
I'm his sailor to be
And he's waiting for me
Down below, down below, down below
Now I'm drifting alone on an ocean so vast
The ships wealthiest sailor but also the last
There's a wind out of nowhere that's filling my sails
There's a sprinkling of frost building up on the rails
I'm his fool you can see
And he's laughing at me
Down below in the bottomless chasm
I'm his sailor to be
And he's waiting for me
Down below, down below, down below
I'm his fool you can see
And he's laughing at me
Down below in the bottomless chasm
I'm his sailor to be
And he's waiting for me
Down below, down below, down below
Down below, down below, down below
Down below, down below, down below
This one is really for Pyke.
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