what the hell is this about?

Several friends have embarked on their own P365 journey but as I have no camera nor an eye for photography I've decided to try to complete "a doodle a day" for an entire year. Most will be in my little Derwent A5 sketch book but some could end up being from the corner of some document or scribbled on a newspaper. As the year progresses I will try my hand at inking them as well?

If some of them don't make sense, don't worry, they're probably not meant to. You may notice there will be certain themes along the way and if you know me you'll know why.

I hope you enjoy.

Okay, here goes, every day til I'm 39.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Day #265 - 100 to go


into the home stretch now, fair enough it's a bloody long stretch.

I thought I'd try a new thing, 30 new characters in 3o days, so now to 295 I'll create a new character every day and also write a back story (i'm not a good writer so the stories might be crap).

here we go,

Character #1
"Wrench McNeil"

Wrench McNeil entered Earth DF military academy as soon as he hit adulthood, he wasn't a fantastically talented recruit but he gave it his all. When he found out that he was not up to grade for infantry it nearly broke his heart, he wanted to go to war, it was all he thought about growing up, deploying to Venus and fighting for Earth against the Mercurians, a noble path.
Wrench discovered that he could indeed deploy utilising the support path, all good mechanised infantry need support. Wrench topped his class, he was the best military mechanic in his unit.
In the year 2622 Wrench got his orders and shipped out to Venus supporting 455th Spacebourne Unit.
Whilst landing on Venus and unloading an APC backed over Wrench and parked on his head, Wrench lost both legs from the knee down, he lost his right hand at the wrist and the right side of his skull collapsed through the cheekbone and he lost his eye.
Wrench, lucky to be alive was stretchered out of the landing zone into the field hospital and straight into surgery. The surgeons attached over sized metallic feet to his knees, a robotic right hand to what was left of his forearm and a cybernetic optic controller in place of his right eye which attached directly to the brain stem and resulted in horrible headaches and nausea.
Wrench was discharged from the military but he didn't qualify for disability pension because that was reserved to the disabled and cyborgs were ineligible.
Wrench had no option but to open his own mechanic workshop but with no funding he had to borrow money from a loan shark for startup funds. Little did he know that this shark was surprise surprise a bit dishonest and that he set up Wrench for a fall, he restricted 90% of the business going to Wrench's shop and after a few months Wrench was desperately trying to make ends meet with very little customers.
The shark came back seeking his money but when Wrench explained that he couldn't pay the shark took over ownership of the business and made Wrench work for him at minimum wage whilst repaying his debt. The way it was set up is that the interest on Wrench's debt would render the debt never payable, this meant that Wrench was going to be working there for the rest of his life.
For the first couple of weeks the business remained legitimate but the shark soon saw that it was far more lucrative using the shop as a front and instead using the business 'rebirthing' stolen speeders.
One day Wrench, whilst in the midst of an extremely bad migraine thanks to the cybernetic optical brain stem attached device had decided enough was enough. He took his favourite wrench, a 5 3/4" open ender into the office and 'wrenched' off the shark's head, he freeze dried the body in the spray booth and buried it in the back yard of the workshop, 10 feet down.
He put his name back on the front of the workshop and reopened as a legitimate business.

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