Some fun doodles from the Star Wars RPG I'm in. Crystaline entities plugged into droid bodies, sexy cyborgs, twilek secretaries, and a murder she wrote Jawa. And detectives.
VEV FOR VICTORY, VEV FOR VANVEGA
Behold! Pascal VanVega Imperial War Criminal Hero(?). He is many things; A Pacifist. Medical Doctor, Archeologist, Beaurocratic Wunderkind, Published Author, Narcisistic God-Slayer (I mean not really, kind of depends on your definition).
He's developed quite a lot, made some mad scientist friends, learned the value of friendship and family, did some tomb raiding, and while he still thinks the uniform is chic, he is perhaps slowly coming to the conclusion of who, exactly, is the baddies.
Also he's lost his arm due to a critical injury, making it his first non-elective cybernetic. And he is absolutely delighted. Now he can start collecting alternate arms! He's run into some Dathomiri Witches, maybe they can magic him up one (for a price)?
Always eager to self-improve, and never willing to let anyone die.
Wanted to do something for star wars day what can I say?
The family crest of the VanVega’s depicts two stars shining over Naboo, one of them is falling and the other holds fast.
Additionally the stars are conjoined; symbolizing the strength of family to hold one another back up.
Family crest thing that I was playing around with in illustrator for the mad scientist I play in Edge of the Empire. Suffice to say he has fallen a loooong way. Though he likes to think he hasn't. Recent developments include but are not limited to:
- Almost becoming the head concubine of a corrupt governor. Riiight before the people revolted.
- Giving a person back the use of their legs with cybernetics. Something they liked.
- Giving aforementioned legs the ability to turn all spidery and have killer drill feet. Because why not. Something they didn't like so much.
- Meeting his soulmate in unethical science. And feeling sort of bad about having to be on the team that wants to imprison her.
- Impersonate the Emperor.
My robot headed man, and just plain ol robot, all dressed fashionable.
Pascal dressed to the 9s in what one can only presume is peak Naboo fashion. Lots of puffy shoulders and confusing lipstick (if he had lips).
And Joule presenting masculine, and all dapper for a topsy turvy HG Wells world. He’ll do great.