What would your original characters look like in the Overwatch World?
Ooh, crossover time! I went for my Skyrim characters since those were the easiest to come up with and also because this turned out long enough as it is. My original intention was to do just some armor mashups, but I waded a bit too deep into the “what if” territory, and now my guys also have rough skillsets to go with the outfits.
Disclaimer: these have nothing to do with game balance or viability, I just felt like they could fit these particular characters…
So, here goes:
Skaila the Dragonborn aka “what if Reinhardt had a massive battleaxe and
could also shout you down?” Heavy armor to compensate for the fact that
she decided to bring an axe to a gun fight. Sturdy and shouty, but no
Weapon & Abilities:
Wuuthrad: Slash targets in front of you with a mighty swing. Charged attacks are slower, but will inflict extra damage
Bash: Slam your weapon into a close range enemy with a chance of interrupting them
Unrelenting Force: Amplify air and sound to knock down enemies caught in its wake
Dragon Shout: Combine shout
with one of two types of reagents. Fire Breath inflicts intense burning
damage to all enemies caught in the blast. Frost Breath does less
freezing damage, but it can also slow enemies down
Storm’s Tears: Wuuthrad inflicts extra damage to elves omnics
Juggernaut: Grants a minor resistance against projectiles
Bron the Ultimate Thief aka “the unholy mix of Hanzo and Sombra that
will steal your ultimate and probably ruin the match for both teams”.
Low health, high annoyance.
Weapon & Abilities:
Nightingale Bow: Fires an arrow at a target
Poison Arrow: A poisoned arrow will inflict additional damage over time
Sneak: Become invisible for 6 seconds
Heist: Steal 10% of ultimate charge from all enemies caught in the radius
Muffled Movement: Reduced noise generated by footsteps
Thief: Ultimate charge gained by killing an enemy will be reduced from the target’s ultimate counter. Only applies to final blows
Laraniel the Seer aka “it’s not magic, it’s just, uh, really advanced
science - I promise“. Jack of many trades, but mostly focused on
Weapon & Abilities:
Staff of Magnus/Staff of Mending:
Staff of Magnus shoots an energy beam that absorbs health from the
enemy target it hits. Staff of Mending creates floating restorative orbs
that heal an ally they come in contact with
Encase a friendly target within a protective barrier that negates damage and other effects
for 6 seconds
Detect Life: Nearby living creatures can be seen through walls. Effect is not visible to others
Vision of the Tenth Eye: Reveal all enemies that have an ultimate ability available. The vision is shared with your allies
Clairvoyance: Reveal three unused first aid kits closest to you
EDIT: Altered Laraniel’s would-be ultimate to make it a better fit for the seer theme
Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.
Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.
At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact.
This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted.
But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows.
And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re not scared?”
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.
The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.
“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.
“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.
“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.
“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”
“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”
“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.
Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.
Side by side they leapt the ditch.
“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”
This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.
When Cassian finally convinces Nesta to train it doesn’t start off easy. Nesta never asks for help when she doesn’t understand why the arrows keep shooting wide or how come her wrists hurt so painfully after handling a certain type of sword. Cassian makes her suffer through it until with an aggravated groan she demands requests that he explain what she is doing wrong.
Cassian helps her, but not without throwing a couple of teasing remarks in.
“Hold the bow like this Nesta. Grip it as if you were holding you’re lover’s-”
With that Nesta snaps the bow in half and shoots him glare with a raised eyebrow. “What were you saying Cassian?”
Cassian merely mumbles under his breath something along the lines of his “manhood being threatened all the time”
When Nesta finally shoots the target her face breaks into a bright grin and turns to Cassian with that smile illuminating her face.
Cassian is stunned speechless by the sight and has to gather himself before he can congratulate her.
Slowly Nesta begins to practice more often. Cassian is always nearby either instructing her or watching from afar as Azriel and Amren show Nesta a few new techniques.
Though Nesta won’t admit it allowed she prefers to have Cassian train her.
And then comes the day when Cassian surprises her with Illyrian fighting leathers.
It takes her some time to adjust to the pants and shirt with leather scales and it’s impossible at first for her to adjust all the straps and buckles.
Cassian helps her by adjusting the straps correctly and sometimes he’ll let his hands pause for an extra moment on her legs and shoulders.
Then they begin to spar physically
This leads to many bruises on both of them and Cassian requesting that Nesta kiss them all better.
At one point the training shifts into something more. They are still getting their physical exercise. Just in…other methods.
ok but what's its diet, are their wings made of leather or scales, how dense will their scales be, will they become stronger as they age, do they molt slowly or all at once, will we make them more mammalian or reptilian, what's the possibility of a fire drake mutating into an ice drake, do they spit fire or do they breathe fire, what are the chances they will turn on our orcs
yaaaay, I finished this one (more or less). Free time is getting shorter and shorter with every day, but i wanted to finish this. Also, because I have already ideas for Barry and wanted to sketch something before university starts anew (more hell starts anew).
This is the sacred chalice-dragon slayer (grump warrior) outfit.
One close up and the whole picture.
The emblem on the sword has written danny sexbang on it (very small).The unicorn head is made of ivory and has real unicorn hair attached to it. It empowers the sword. Three blades formed like a trident, so it can pierce through the flesh of a beast with ease or through shells etc… His jumpsuit is made of dragon scales/leather. The armory seems to be like gold, but it isn’t. It is a rare material that withstands extreme heat (his jumpsuit too).
haaa I am really sorry for the bad colored snow and messy colored tree. I really need to get better with backgrounds.
A mostly blue dragon tail with a yellow underbelly. Made with anodized aluminum scales, a full line of chrome spikes down the spine, and a diamond-shaped leather spade tip in blue.
I included a close-up of the tip of the tail to show the lobster clasps that hold the spade tip. And also a photo under fluorescent lights to show how hard it is to get this blue to show up properly in photos. White balance is weird, guys.
Anyway, the stats on this one: it measures 33 inches from tip to top of belt line, and the spade tip adds 2.5 inches. In total it weighs 3 pounds 6 ounces.
(Mostly) finished Mermaid Armor Clawed Gauntlet! I’m quite satisfied with how its turned out, given that its the most complex bracer I’ve made so far.
I’m hoping to make a pair to put in my etsy shop sans claws. they are, unfortunately, a bit too precise to make without knowing someones exact measurements and having them available for at least 3 fittings throughout the process.
Now I just need to get off my butt and finish the pauldron as well.
The skeleton of the wings was actually finished last month, only I didn’t start making the armor for it until several days ago. The black layered parts should be green by tomorrow. This is gonna be big, like four-meters-wide-when spread big.
I had a difficult time coming up with the design for the wing armor. It’s easier to fit armor on avian wings (see: Akroma). Besides, I can’t just put armor on the forearm segments because of that extra membrane Bolas has. That’s why I decided on that layered scale/leather motif I’ve been using for the front of forearm segments while the rest get armor.
I’m also not sure whether to make the thumb hooked (as always) or pointing up and outward (as in the HOU art). I’m gonna decide on that during the next few days as I make them.
Character concept: a paladin rogue. Decked in crowfeather and scaled leather, armed with bow and dagger, doesn't even call himself a paladin. He still has the powers, still does good, but not the public kind of good. Someone to bring back certainty if a child goes missing, to bring small comfort when hope becomes poison, someone to do what must be done when nothing else is left. Someone who protects the light by damning himself, that no others are stained by grim necessity. Yea or nay?
You took your job as a lifeguard seriously, which meant staying an hour after the pool closed to make sure everything was locked up and where it belonged.
The boy in the leather jacket trying to scale the fence definitely didn’t belong, you thought.
From you stood near the restrooms, you could clearly see what he looked like, the summer sunset perfectly showed off his jawline that could cut marble. The boy finally made it over which impressed you, you’d witnessed tons of kids try and fail to make it over.
Well, now would be a perfect time to intervene.
“That can’t be legal,” You called out, obviously startling him since he nearly slipped into the deep end of the pool.
“Why are you here so late?” He asked, clearly confused.
Your eyes widened at his question, “You break into where I work and ask me why i’m here? Dude…”
The boy chuckled as he shook his head, “I’m Ethan and I have a Youtube channel with my brother, he uh dared me to sneak in.” He held up the little go pro camera as he spoke.
You knew he looked familiar, your little cousins were into his videos.
“Did you get the footage you needed?” You asked.
A grin formed on his lips, “Well yeah, but a clip of me jumping into the pool would be great…”
You thought it over for a second before reaching for the camera, “You gonna jump in fully clothed or?”
Ethan smirked as his eyes scanned over the standard red one piece you wore, “Nah, i’ll strip down.”
Maybe a little after hours break in wasn’t so bad.