ce 5

- S-B312 -
Halo Saga

As the war with the Covenant Empire continued, the demand for high-risk, SPARTAN operations deep within enemy territory rose exponentially. This demand lead the UNSC’s Special Warfare Command to commission several new breeds of SPARTAN teams in both S-II and S-III classes. SPARTAN B312 (later known as Noble Six) was chosen to join this gifted few.

Daily Drawing Challenge 83: I was fiending to draw some Noble Six fanart, and I sorely miss the ‘tactical, utilitarian’ halo aesthetic of olde. So i thought I’d scratch that itch by drawing S-B312 patrolling with a nameless comrade on a nameless world. The smoking corpse of an Sangheili beside them. Also keep your eyes peeled for some Halo Wars 2 fanart! Moreover I’m thinking of doing some commission work - if you’re interested, message me (more on this later this summer).

Day 10′s Sketch

One of Fire Team Quiver in their SPI Armor they wore until 2545 when it was replaced with Mark IV MJOLNIR Armor on the Outer Colony of Orin.

Weekly content update once again on my drawing…


The forearm design is in the rough stages. Using Tekka-Croe’s design from DeviantArt for the Mark V arms and legs. I am so not used to using a tablet, that I am comfortable with showing little-by-little progress, rather than one big surprise at the end. :P

I will also do little design changes to make the Mark V helmet up to date with Halo 5′s Delta variant of it. :)

More updates to come. 

Mi sento spengere di giorno in giorno sempre di più, vedo la vita scorrermi nelle vene come veleno, non ho voglia di niente. Accumulo stanchezza che mi sfinisce e mi fa star male in una maniera assurda, sento il vuoto che mi pervade nel corpo e me lo corrode con la sensazione di essere sola che mi butta a terra. Qualsiasi mia mossa, parola o respiro sono uno sbaglio; mi guardo attorno e vedo che gira tutto ma non giro io, le persone vanno e vengono come il mio umore che cambia di secondo in secondo. Cerco di dimenticare, sopprimere, sopportare, vivere quello che mi arriva addosso e di rimanere con l'armatura ma comincia ad aumentare il livello di difficoltà. Il tempo continua a contare, lo spazio si restringe, io che voglio scomparire.
—  moriresilenziosamente