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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Garm: The Surgeon and the Children of Xyn.

Garm: the Surgeon is easily my favorite (personal) character.  I've explained him a bit before, but didn't go in-depth into the cult itself.

The origins of this whole sprawling mythos came from a drawing I fell in love with when I was in junior high. 

That drawing is so bad I refuse to post it here.

But the ideas of biomechanical fusion and beings that were some sort of horrible techno-zombie, rotting and still able to come after you, stayed with me.

Of the multitudes of books I've collected and hoarded over the years, the Undead Green Blood art book is a particular favorite.  It also led to this illustration:
You can really smell the Yasushi Nirasawa.

And so, their legion grew and the mythos changed.
I started to draw on more mythology from around the world and combining them with several unified stories.  The biggest of these is a thing I've only been calling Sylvertongue (the protagonist's familial name) and as I wrote it, editing the beginning (horrid) parts, the Xyn rose again, clattering and screeching in the dark, lusting for attention.  So I worked on them, hammered out the stupid ideas and patched them into a dystopian future full of strange cults and a society balancing the knife's edge of doom.

The  Children of Xyn draw their name from the malevolent force their "leader," Goukai Gin, also known as Ragnarok, channels.  As the stories go (told by the oldest of the Children), Gin was nearly killed by another, who also channeled Xyn's malevolence.  As he lay, eviscerated and perforated, Xyn took hold of him and forced his body back to life, pulling the waste from around him into a body.  To aid in his breathing, he donned a gas mask bewitched by Xyn itself.  He became the first, and others were drawn to him by the dark whispers of Xyn goading puppeteer's strings to burn reality.
 
Garm (on the right) before the Children.
Garm became more interesting given this idea.  The idea of hierarchy in an anarchist cult that wanted the end of all things was silly.  In a world were magic suddenly began to exist (I refer to prevalent use of an energy source that bends physics and not the occasional ragged edge of reality one finds now and then in our current world) science has a whole new field of unexplored variables.  Garm studied at MIT and majored in "metaphysics and physiology" with a double minor in faerie and lycanthrope biology.  his thesis on the use of magic to manipulate the human genome was almost cause for an arrest.  His job was with the Black Water military contractors designing super soldiers.  Most of those he grew didn't survive outside the embryonic tanks they were birthed in.  So he started to test fully grown subjects.  He was expelled from the organization with a huge cover-up and was drawn to the Children of Xyn for obvious reasons:  They let him work on whatever and whomever he pleases.


Also on the way are some more finds from Dr. Jones, a translation of one of the hand pages, and some of Dr. Shiloh's notes.  Work and an internship (on top of my duties at the ESS and for Mr. N. Tep, esq.) is consuming most of my week.



 
The doctor will see you now.


Saturday, February 27, 2010

Zombies, ghouls, and bruises.

Besides sculpture, I like to do a lot of theatrical make-up. Mostly zombies, really.  Thus, I felt that today I would indulge in a bit of egotism and show off some of the zombie and theatrical/special effects make-up I've done.

...Again, mostly zombies.

Done for a Resident Evil midnight release party at the horrid video game shop I used to work at.
I was the only zombie.  Foolish people and their not being creative or interesting.
 
For fun.  Tryptich (The Rose West), my roommates' band was playing a show.  I decided to be strange.


Garm...The Surgeon.  Somewhere in his transition from man to monster.

Continuing with the doctors theme:
 
Herr Doktor Fälshungleben, seeker of the great secrets.  This was for the Oneonta State University's Zombie prom where I made people into zombies all night long.
My friend Babs is always more than pleased to be a zombie for me.
These were for Zombiecon 2009.
This photo is big...and awesome.
We invaded the NYC public library, a midtown Sephoria, three bars and Grand Central station.
Babs took tonnes more and there were some from the summer that we did as well.  Those from the summer are here and and the Zombiecon 2009 are here.  Including some really awesome shots of yours truly, I have one of them:
I'm a big fan of Left 4 Dead's hunter "special infected."  Hood make me pleased.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Garm: The Surgeon



So, I like stories.  I like working within the weird and mystical.  So I've made a cult or two on paper (hopefully nothing carried over to real people).  My favorite is the anarchistic Children of Xyn.  They worship entropy and decay, reveling in the gradual destruction of all things.
They have a hierarchy, sort of.  There's the leader, calling himself Ragnarok and using those that follow him as puppets.  And then there are the surgeons, the few who aren't held in thrall by Ragnarok.

Garm is their leader.  He's distinguished himself from the others by proving very (very) hard to kill.  I've sculpted him twice.  Once in a (just under) life-sized ceramic bust.  Once in full-body on an action figure scale.
That one is about nine inches tall.  He hangs out on my desk.

The whole idea behind these guys came from something I drew in high school, and it evolved from there.  These gas-mask wearing monstrosities with broken bio-mechanical parts.  This spawned into an elaborate character driven idea and a fascination with possession resulting in the cult as I currently imagine it.  I sort of imagine Garm as the Grima Wormtongue of the cult, the treacherous right hand man of the king.

Garm is also the name of the hound that guards Hel (the goddess and the underworld in Norse myth) and in some descriptions I've found, its front is always wet and red with blood.  Fitting for a surgeon whose duty is outfitting the willing and unwilling with weapons that don't fit their biology, no?

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