Monday, April 30, 2012

Profiles and more: update

So, I 've been working on the wikia pages and have a lot on there now. Still not everything and I still need to figure out how to put up some kind of menu that helps with navigation. That has me kind of stuck. However, whenever you see a notice on my facebook page, it links to the picture on the wiki, and in turn links to the profile.

I really hope that I'm making my character profiles entertaining to read. Many of them have book plans on my desk. I can only hope that by continuing to do what I do, something will come of it somewhere. Hopefully something good. For those who have commented to me on these, THANK YOU! I'm so glad that you are enjoying the show.

I'm going to post some links to the wiki pages. What you will notice in these teams pages is more links to the members of that team. Everything should be completely linked back and forth so you can navigate easily regarding every member of the team. These are the links to the Team pages so far:

Ankhforce

Chessmen

The Darksiders

Jordain Family (Maestro)

Crusade

Carnival of Fear

The Fables

There are a few single characters in there as well and I will have to post some updates later on them. But each team page has a full list of all members.

I'm still networking on my project both locally and on Facebook and DeviantArt. There are some places that aren't working out for that, but you can only do what you can do right? So I hope you'll check out the work at the wiki. It's still under construction but more is on the way.

I'm still brainstorming on showcase short stories. I want to work up a schedule that will mesh with my other writing. It's a juggling act but well worth while. And please note that on the wiki or here comments are welcome!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Guest Artist: Lordwormm!

Today I want to share a new guest artist with you who has his own established style of character artwork. I only know him by his screen name as stated in title, but you should check out his page at this LINK.

On his page you'll find that he gives Original Characters their due with awesome fan art in the Lordwormm style. He's been on DeviantArt for 3 years and drawing much longer than that.

But what's all this wormm business? Well, he has his own original characters and amongst them is  his hero called "The Worm". You can see a gallery of this guy at this LINK.

There are lots of people out there who have created their own heroes, their own universes and you don't get to see them by going to the comic book store. You do get to see them here on the internet. Lordwormm breathes life into original characters with teamups to his own universe or just as you saw in the picture. It enjoy seeing other peoples creative universes, there are some really amazing characters out there.

Now I'm going to tell you a bit about the picture. The characters he drew are (from left to right) Mage, Carousel, St Freedom, the Chemist, and the Engineer. I especially like how he managed to do great work on a character I only drew the face of! I think I'll stick with his idea of giving her red shoes for one of her outfits.  Below you can see the original pics of those characters.  My major thanks for the drawing of my characters and I plan to return the favor with a crossover pic, so be on the lookout!

And check out original characters and their universes, you don't get to see them anywhere else (yet).


Saturday, March 31, 2012

Achievement! Short Story wins Honorable Mention

Writer's Journal has been doing contests on short stories for four years or more (I only found till 2008 on the link I will soon post). Even so, Writer's Journal has been around for a long long time (according to back issues, 32 years!) and I hear they've always done these contests, respected amongst the writing community.

Sadly, Writer's Journal went out of business after doing the judging on the last contest that I had entered. So it's lucky for me that they did that. I won't get to see my story in a magazine (yet), but it's pretty awesome get the win I did. No small feat people! You can learn more about the mag's situation HERE.

Here is a link to the Winner's List so long as it will be there: LINK


Here is a screenshot for when it's not there anymore. And a huge congrats to all the other winners too!



















As my main pic suggests, the story that won honorable mention is about the Gator, one of my Galaxy Zento Characters. It's the story of his origin. I'm not posting that story yet because we are considering the possibility of trying again to get it into magazine status. As you can imagine, no magazine will take it if it is published elsewhere.

This is a great accomplishment for my writing and for Galaxy Zento. For those who aren't following yet, I hope you will and here are all the links for the project.
Facebook
DeviantArt
Wikia
Twitter
This will keep growing and you can witness that for yourself! Great thanks for all of you who have clicked LIKE on the facebook page or are following this blog or twitter!

I'm going to close this with my two latest additions, Youtube videos about the characters and if you haven't seen them yet, I hope you enjoy them!


Monday, March 19, 2012

Firing up the Wiki!

I'm taking the advice of a few other internet pros and using a wiki for the character profiles instead of a full website. While doing a big website would be awesome, it's just not financially available right now.

Honestly, all the marketing and anti-marketing that goes on between hosting companies doesn't make it any easier, but that's for another discussion.

At Wikia, you will find the Galaxy Zento Wiki! On this wiki you will find the pics you've seen so far along with brand new full character bios. Now you can learn all about the characters you've seen. This blog will still contain information too. Short stories will be posted on occassion as time allows. Currently, I'm up to my eyeballs in projects. The front burner projects are:


Chessmen book 2
Illustrations
Wikia profile pages

Everything else I do has to be worked into the schedule from there. Of course, new illustrations will be posted at DeviantArt (where you can purchase magnets, postcards, and more of any art you like), Facebook, and EVERYTHING gets noted at the Facebook fanpage. Hey, that's enough cross-reference to knock out a politician!

So far I have over 20 profiles up to enjoy and comment on. Hope to see you there!

Friday, March 2, 2012

Showcase: Becoming Osiris!


Rubber wheels rolled across uneven pavement as Marvin Hauck pushed the rims of his wheelchair.  It was a backwoods little town, lost in Kentucky where few knew of it. The sidewalks were cracked and sprouting weeds. All the streets were little more than dirt and crumbling asphalt. Marvin grew up in that little town, and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. 

Every day, Marvin made a trek to the small diner where the most beautiful girl he ever saw would serve him coffee and a sandwich.  Today was special, today he carried a gift. Today he would have the guts he never had before.

He pushed his way through the heavy front door of the diner. Its rusted hinges squealed in protest as always. Lori looked up from a newspaper with a smile.

                “Hey!” she pushed back her red hair with one hand, “There you are. I have your coffee ready. You want a ham sandwich today?”

                “Sounds great,” Marvin said as he rolled up to his usual table. 

                “Oh look,” an irritating voice floated from across the room, “it’s wheelie boy.” 

                “Shut up, Kenny,” Lori retorted.

                Kenny and his two friends laughed. They had been a source of torment for Marvin since elementary school. Kenny’s two friends made for a strange trio of bullies. The skinnier one than Kenny had only two large teeth in the front of his mouth, so they called him Tooth. The bigger one than Kenny was Kegger. Whenever the trio went drinking, Kegger always carried the keg. Kenny was the brains of the crew and that still didn’t say much for him. They often ran afoul of the law, but seldom did anything come of it. Kenny could what he wanted since his father was the Sheriff. 

                Marvin hated their leering faces that sometimes haunted him in his sleep. He couldn’t count how many bruises and abrasions they had given him. He couldn’t count how many times he had to struggle back into his chair after they dumped him out of it. 

                Marvin struggled to push the trio out of his mind as Lori came up with his sandwich and coffee. He looked up to her and smiled.

                “I brought you something,” he almost stammered, but held it together. 

                “Really?” Lori almost blushed at the thought, “Well, what is it?”

                Marvin pulled the small box out of his backpack that he kept on his chair. He opened the little box and showed her its contents. Lori gasped as she took the box and lifted out the jeweled heart pendent.

                “Marvin, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she kissed Marvin’s forehead, “I’m going to go try it on in the mirror. I’ll be right back.”

                That kiss was the most awesome thing Marvin had ever felt. He was lost in the thought, dazed, but then it was shattered.

                “What do you think you’re doing?” Kenny now stood over him with a hateful scowl. The punch came out of nowhere and rolled Marvin backwards. “That’s my girl, retard.”

                Another punch, and then another hit him. Lori’s scream stopped the assault.

                “Kenny! You monster! Get out!” Lori ran to Marvin. “Oh my God, let me help you.”

                “No, no, I have to go, please, I’ll see you later.” Escape was the only thing on Marvin’s mind and he went as fast as he could down the street to get home.

                Amazingly, Kenny and his crew didn’t stop get in the way. Kenny was too busy trying to sugar talk Lori into forgiving the bad behavior.  Marvin could hear her shouting at them from blocks away. Years of their abuse flooded back to him as he rolled into home. He washed the blood off his face and looked in his mirror. 

                “No more.” He said to himself. “No more.”

                Marvin lived alone, his mother and father were long gone. The only thing he had left of his father was the twelve gauge shotgun in the closet. He knew a little about shooting a gun, but he hardly had any skill. Still, he grabbed the gun, loaded shells, and headed back out. He made way down the street with rage and purpose. He almost didn’t see Kenny’s truck as it pulled up in front of him two blocks from the diner.

                Marvin struggled to pull up the shotgun from his lap as the trio got out of the truck. The stock of the weapon got stuck in the arm bars. Kenny grabbed it away before he could do anything about it.

                “Wow, lookit here! Marvin’s got a shotgun. How about you step into my office, wheelie boy,” Kenny stepped into the alley they happened to be in front of.  Kegger grabbed the handles of Marvin’s wheel chair and shoved him in behind Kenny.  Tooth followed with a sledgehammer.

                The alley was a dead end with a dumpster and a few trash cans. Garbage littered the ground in the form of beer cans, bottles, paper and leaves. 

                “I have to hand it to you, wheelie, this is a nice gun,” Kenny said, “I’ll be taking good care of it, don’t you worry. But, I get the feeling you planned on shooting me with it. Are you that stupid, retard?”

                “I’ve had enough of you. You’re nothing but a tormenting monster. You won’t do Lori any good. Heck, you’ll just smack her around,” Marvin said through gritted teeth. The back of Kenny’s hand stung across his face.

                “Wow, you really are stupid,” Kenny’s friends laughed and repeated the word stupid like a couple of parrots. “You aren’t getting out of this one. I have to teach you a lesson.”

                The first blow of the sledgehammer was to the mid-section. Marvin couldn’t scream if he wanted to. The next broke one of his useless legs, then a hit landed on a shoulder. After that, Marvin couldn’t hear their laughter anymore and a blow broke his jaw in three places. Even after he was thrown to the ground the beating continued. Blood spattered the ground, surged from his mouth and a rib punctured a lung. When it finally stopped, Kenny turned to the wheelchair and exacted his vengeance on it. Kenny smashed the chair beyond use or repair. Marvin didn’t hear them leave him to die.

                All Marvin could see at first was his own blood covered hand. He moved his fingers slightly and coughed. He knew he needed to call for help, but it was getting dark and he couldn’t make a noise. No one would see his body until morning. He thought of Lori, the girl he would never have and cursed himself for being stupid. 

                The night was still and hot and Marvin didn’t know why he found the sudden cool breeze odd, but he did. First a leaf and some paper started to blow around in a small eddy, then the wind rose. A tin can clattered by and a bottle rolled noisily under the dumpster.  At first it was dim and he thought it a trick of his dying mind. Then the blue light grew brighter as the wind rose to a deafening torrent. Trash cans fell over. Marvin struggled to lift his head and see what made the light. As he saw the floating blue pyramid spinning in the air, lighting flashed through the alley. The wind now threw trash clear out of the alley and something lifted Marvin’s body into the air. 

                Whatever had him in front of the pyramid now grasped his body like giant invisible hands. The moved him as if handling a broken toy. Bones snapped back into place and the rib was pulled from his lung. The pyramid pulsated blue light and then a bright beam blinded him. Now the true changing began. His arms grew and legs lengthened. Sinew of muscle formed across his body and stripped his bloody clothing away. For what seemed and eternity, his body bathed in the blinding blue light.

                As the light faded, something set him slowly to his feet, almost gently. Marvin felt himself gasp as if breathing for the first time ever and he dropped to one knee.  With awe and shock he stared at his new large hands and couldn’t believe what he had become.

                Back in front of the diner, Kenny and his friends waited for Lori to come out. They stood on the sidewalk with special plans for Lori. Kenny wanted her to understand who she belonged to once and for all. The sudden crash and spraying of glass sent all three of them sprawling to the ground.  Kenny leapt to his feet and stared in shock at the windshield of his truck and the destroyed cab and hood. There, embedded in the midst of it all, was a wrecked wheelchair. 

                The sound of heavy and deliberate footsteps caused them all to turn and gaze down the street.  What they saw was Marvin Hauck, and yet it wasn’t. He now stood over six feet tall, broad shouldered and with emerald green skin. Where skin couldn’t be seen was covered in an Egyptian armor of green and gold. On the front of his headdress a golden ankh was mounted and it had an eerie glow.  He continued to move toward them.

                Kegger grabbed the shotgun out of the back of the truck and fired three times before he ran out of shells. Not one of the shots fazed the new Marvin at all. Marvin strode up and backhanded Kegger much like Kenny had done to him. The other two stared in horror as Kegger’s body landed across the street in a shop window. Marvin stared hard at Kenny as he reached out a fist and hit Tooth in the face. Then Marvin reached out, and closed a great hand around Kenny’s neck, lifting him from the ground.  He couldn’t believe the satisfaction he felt at the sight of Kenny’s terrified face.

                “Um, excuse us, but you probably don’t want to do that,” a voice came from behind him.

                Marvin turned in surprise to see two who were dressed similar to him.

                “Hey there, I know you must be really confused, but we’re here to help, really.” Said the one with the head of a hawk.

                “Who are you?” Marvin dropped Kenny who pressed against the wall of the diner, hoping not to be noticed again.

                “I’m Horus and my dog-faced friend is Anubis,” Horus gestured a thumb at Anubis.

                “Oh, even you with the dog jokes, bird brains,” Anubis said.

                Marvin stared from one to the other more confused than ever.

                “You’ve been chosen, and not for revenge,” Anubis continued.

                “Then for what?”

                “A new purpose. It looks like the Powermid chose you to become Osiris,” Horus offered.

                “I don’t understand any of this.”

                “We know. That’s why we want you to come with us. We’ll help you,” Anubis said. “We were chosen, just like you.”

                Before Marvin, now Osiris, left with them, Anubis walked over to Kenny and leaned over him with eyes glowing.

                “Would you like to see us come back?” Anubis gave a toothy smile.

                Kenny shook his head as tears flowed down his face.

                “Then you better find a way to never hurt another living thing again, or we will.”

                As the left in a cosmic ray of light, Marvin saw Lori watching from a window. He waved, but knew that now his life was taking a direction into a greater unknown.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Spotlight: Ankhforce!

Around the time of the Black Death, the gods of Earths many pantheons grew restless with each other. A war broke out that spread to the stars. As a result of this, many of the gods once known, are now dead. Of the Egyptian pantheon, only Seth, Thoth, and Ptah remain. The missing gods create a gap in the balance that Destiny decides, must be fixed. Destiny and Thoth create the Powermid, a pyramid of blue cosmic crystal that will seek out worthy beings. It floats in the air one point and rotates with it's glowing power. When it finds someone worthy, it gifts them with the power and likeness of one of the lost gods of Egypt. Those chosen will be Heralds of Destiny and entrusted with protecting the balance and the lines of fate. Over the years, the Powermid has made many choices, resulting in a cosmic team of heroes:
(each person chosen is also given the artifacts of the lost god in question, including armor and headdress and a powered ankh- they also each have a special high powered maneuver for times of great need that will summon the original spirit of that god)

Anubis: The Powermid found Hakim lost in the desert and dying of exposure. It found him worthy and saved his life by transforming him into Anubis. Another aspect of the Powermid is to gift each person with the powerful artifacts once carried by the lost gods. Anubis's armor, lance and shield are all very powerful. His lance obeys mental commands and he has learned several nasty tricks with it. Unlike the original Anubis, Hakim is a comedian. He uses his wisecracks and humor to distract villains. He once used his cosmic abilities to cover a burglar in peanut butter. He co-leads the team with the first other Powermid chosen he met, Horus.

Horus is actually Keitro, a being from the Core of Time and Space. These beings are the oldest in the universe. Horus took to Anubis's sense of humor right away and they became fast friends. Horuse uses a sonic sword. The two of them have many special attack moves they created and quite a few other things. Keitro finds his age to be a humorous thing but never reveals it to anyone. Through Keitro the two also have become Guardians of the Core, each with a special artifact to assist them. One thing is for sure, when Anubis and Horus are around, it's never boring.







Ra: No one knows who Ra really is or where the Powermid chose him. He's the most serious member of the team to the point of being nearly emotionless. Ra doesn't care for the humor of Anubis and Horus, but once said it was their destiny to lead the team. Ra is detail oriented and highly intelligent. He is also dedicated to the team more than anyone and will fiercely defend his teammates. Anubis and Horus like to play pranks on Ra to try and get an emotional rise out of him, it never works. It is possible to make Ra angry, but that is a time for all others to clear the immediate area.






Anhur and Seker: were chosen at the same time. They are of a race called the Galaxians and the two friends were out working on a satellite station when the Powermid chose them. Anhur represents the god of war and is a powerful combatant. Seker represents the god of truth and light and is a speedster who cannot be deceived. The two friends never use their former names and have put all of their past behind them to dedicate themselves to their new role. The Galaxian military seeks them as deserters to this day. (Sorry, but I have to redraw Seker)







Isis: Rhana was a warrior woman of a distant world who was captured by the shaman of an enemy tribe. He was about to sacrifice her in a bloody ritual when the Powermid chose her and transformed her on the spot. Isis has command over anything magical to include magic itself. Anubis and Horus make it a priority to seek out anyone chosen by the Powermid to help them learn their new powers and role. Headstrong Isis, had no problem stepping into her new abilities and learning them for herself. At times, her stubborn independence keeps her form being an efficient teammate. Only Horus with his wise and ancient patience has managed to get through to her. Isis combines her warrior attributes well with the magical powers of Isis.

Bast: (needs to be drawn) Bast was an Elven maiden chosen while she traveled the stars. As the cat goddess, Bast uses luck powers to protect others and has the agility of a cat. Because of heightened senses, it's also difficult to sneak up on her. Bast is almost as fast as Seker and may use her dagger or claws in high speed combat. Still, ever the Elven maiden, Bast has a gentle and nurturing side. She's interested in Osiris, but hasn't shown him the interest yet.

Osiris: Melvin Hauck was beaten fatally by bullies and left by his broken wheelchair to die. The Powermid saved him and transformed him into Osiris. With the powers of the god of nature, he controls weather, plants and some animals. He also has better resurrection powers than Anubis and can summon the flames of the underworld. Melvin's life has changed more than any member and he still has much to learn. Going from a wheelchair to a cosmic hero has been quite a transition.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Showcase: The Target



            Special Agent Harold Rathbone was no stranger to high risk situations. It also wasn’t the first time someone he watched wouldn’t heed advice. The Senator wanted to go to a magic show with his son. Security was going to be a nightmare, but the Senator had promised his son the outing. No matter what Agent Rathbone had to say, they were going.
            Agent Rathbone briefed his team on the concert hall and best exits to take depending on where a threat might come from. The concert hall had no cameras and far too many ways in and out for the comfort of any agent. If it weren’t part of a historic district, the place would have been torn down years ago. Still, with intense preparation, they loaded into the limousine and SUV’s to go to the show.
            To Rathbone’s chagrin, the concert hall was packed. He and his team had to push an opening into the crowd to get the Senator and his son to their seats up in the balconies. A crowd like this set his teeth on edge. He scanned the crowds for anyone who might be staring up at them. Then he looked across at other balconies to make sure that no one seemed to be hiding or acting strangely. All he saw were smiles and laughter. The smile on the face of the Senator’s boy was almost comforting in light of it all.
            His earpiece radio crackled to life with his team checking in from various positions. Twenty men were watching from various angles throughout the hall. Agent Rathbone went through the paces of hearing from each of them. As the crowd quieted for the show, it almost seemed like all would be well.
            The magician took the stage and Rathbone couldn’t remember the last time he saw someone who looked like such a slob. Maybe it was part of the act and he was supposed to be some kind of clown or hobo. The magician wore a top hat with tuxedo, but his shirt was dirty and his pants were ragged. His assistant was beautiful, however, with a shiny outfit, tuxedo coat, and fishnet stockings. Her rainbow colored bowler hat was a bit distracting, yet somehow familiar. For his looks, the magician wowed the audience time and again with his tricks. Birds flew from scarves, cards appeared from his fingertips, and orbs of flame floated around him like old friends.
            After several tricks and check-ins his ear radio crackled.
            “Sir, I have something near the stage exit you need to see,” came the voice of one of his men.
            “I’m on my way,” Agent Rathbone nodded to another man in the balcony who moved forward to take watch.
            Rathbone moved quickly down the corridors and stairs to get to the point he was called to. He would have to go across the main floor, through the crowd, and to a back stair for the stage. He pushed his way through standing patrons to get into the main seating area and walked down the wide aisle.
            “And now for my most famous trick of all!” the bearded magician shouted, “I’m going to blow myself to smithereens!”
            There wasn’t even time for the words to sink in as the blast rocked the concert hall and filled it with smoke and screaming.  Agent Rathbone hit the floor hard from the concussive force and scrambled to move. If he didn’t get to his feet fast, he would be trampled by panicked patrons.
            “Get them out of here!” Rathbone shouted into the microphone on his collar as he ran through the smoke. No one could see more than a foot or so in the dense choking clouds and Rathbone pushed past several people who were going for the door.  He had to meet up with the Senator and get the two charges to safety. Once he was sure he made it back into a corridor, he turned right and shoved his way through the surge of bodies. He stumbled over steps and ran as best he could. All the while he barked orders over the microphone and could hear his men struggling to comply. He thought he heard that the Senator was on the move. He turned again in the smoke, thinking he found his way to the balcony, but as he stepped through, the smoke cleared. He drew his weapon and kept aim ready. He was standing on the center of the stage.
            Through the dissipating smoke, he could see that the seats were empty and a few bodies were lifeless or severely injured on the floor. A single sound of hands clapping distracted him to look up at the balconies.
            “Bravo! Good show!” the man shouted from the same balcony the Senator once sat in. He stood tall with black hair and a black diamond shape painted over his right eye. He was sharp dressed and Rathbone now knew why the girl had seemed familiar. He read reports about the Carnival of Fear and how they took down targets under these guises and shows. He cursed himself for missing it earlier.
            The man stepped out of sight from the edge of the balcony and came out from behind the curtain on the left side of the stage. Rathbone kept his weapon trained on the one called Showmaster who still clapped his hands a couple of times as he stepped into view.
            “Great show indeed, Special Agent Rathbone,” Showmaster said with a distinct English accent.
            Rathbone’s mic crackled again, the Senator was clear and on the way home. They wondered where he was, but they couldn’t get back in through the crowd.
            “You failed,” Rathbone said, “We got the Senator and his son out.”
            “The Senator?” Showmaster said, “His son? Who said we were after them?”
            Rathbone stared in confusion, “Me? Why would anyone target me?”
            “Oh, you’ve thwarted one too many assassination attempts in your career, Special Agent. One could say, you’ve gotten too good.”
            The magician, known as Mage, stepped into view and held out a hand. Rathbone’s gun flew to the magician’s grasp.
            “And your men, won’t make it back in time, I’m afraid. My girl has the crowd in such a panic they’ll be busy for far too long. But it really was a good show, wasn’t it?”
            Showmaster brought up a sub-machine gun weapon and it was the last thing Rathbone ever saw.