This is a command, not an offer: Free your shirt from your pathetic mortal frame!
My demonic mistress forces me for weeks on end to set aside any responsibilities I may consider important, just so that she may feed her face with the burning, wasted fruits of my labour.

(Fortunately, I have a scanner.)

Anyway: All work is copyrighted 2002, C. Balser.

WARNING IN ADVANCE: Images may contain gore, strangeness, and/or rabbits. There are a few scantily-clad women, too.

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GIFTS TO OTHERS:
An efreet! I, unfortunately, can't remember her name, because I'm dumb and shit, but it's for Robbin-kun! Epitaph. For Dagg! Drakenya, the succubus. For Mel! Glyph Guilden, for Holly!

SERIOUS:
Abuse! Andrej, deceased Concept for Cao Bing-de Beelzebub, masked as a trendy mortal Kenf Mhattak Cao Bing-de
Nine-foot jawa of death Cyclopean avatar of the god Doomjuice Dem Deh Lusefi Desolas, death knight Dost Kuei Lusefi, with calming mask Dost Kuei, sans mask. Please make him put it back.
Some dude with a gun. I will hit you so hard. Johrel Prime, Suhla, Chavin, whatever he says his name is. Kajuhal. He's dead, by the way. Kaumcha Chibi Azrael and Beelzebub. My versions of 'em, at least.
Kem-lin Lusefi Kesindo, resident immortal hottie Khast, she still thinks she's beautiful Mostaza. Spanish for 'Mustard'. He did it, in the kitchen, with the wrench. Random act of fangs. OUTCRY
Uh, I think I settled on Rayner. Terribly uncreative, but... 'PSYCHO KILLAH'. See Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. You will then know why this man is named Raoul Duke. Roesser, whose armour is horribly designed. He can't bend his right arm. I cry inside because I am stupid. Sainte Agon. Loosely based on Dagoth Ur. Very, very loosely. A scarvan. With toilet paper stuck to her foot.
Sehala. Once a woman. Now just gross. SMAAAAAASH! Setsuna, wandering tribal holy man. Sin Yesha, very horny evil fellow Skold Erikeev, alive and kicking. Until cancer kills him, that is. Slander Fuvahn. He wears a corset because his spine is 'loose'.
Stan! I'd ask why real women can't be like this, but I do believe it's obvious. Redesign of my first three characters, ever, period. Elven mafioso: Thousands. Ul Dross. He has a sword. A golem?! With HIPS? Blasphemy!
Some people, obviously either in love or excellent actors. You wouldn't know by looking at him, but Xashanan is either: a) seventy midgets in disguise, or b) a lichely master-of-disguise. It's a zombie. In armour. He makes 'clunk' noise. David Isz, undead ringleader of some assassiny guild. Ubermensch Abernathy, vampire slayer, who just can't seem to get the job done right. Those slutty vampire femmes, they get him every time. One day... one day, he will prevail.
Ai-de, original concept. Ai-de, really horribly awful portrait. Armageddon's Hammer, portable DERHUMP (dark energy reactor heavy-usage machine pistol), owned by Pana 1381. Pana 1381: 95% plasteel skeleton, silicate faux-skin and machine-organs, circuitry, 5% brain matter and spinal column... all woman. The Chinese Dragon. As a bubbly female. Claw, the better-looking half of a dynamic bounty-thumping duo.
She may well be the best thing I've ever drawn, despite how horribly-proportioned her body is... I just really, really like her. Her face is a little like Naomi Watts, too, with short hair and glasses. I only thought of this after seeing The Ring; the drawing is much older. A suit of daemon-bone armour, designed to resemble what it was extracted from. Ultra Doomjuice s00par power man! The mad Arab sorceror, Rhiitah Kamedn, after transforming himself into a female catperson. Either a flat-chested vampire ho, or a crossdressing male vampire ho. Tooth, the half of the bounty-beating duo with an actual work ethic.
Isomahti, eternal embodiment of.. blowing shit up or something. Pale, Isomahti's pursuer. He's the embodiment of subtraction, and is completely hollow and dust-filled, along with having colour saturation far lower than should be possible for a living being. Jau Oliett, one-armed windmill dancer bladesman person. Jau Linde, the one-armed guy's sister. Her pants are utterly transparent and she's wearing nothing beneath them. I am such a guy. Lisoth, brutal woman-hating freak-o gubernatorial vicious ... dude. Nehahra. Egyptian for 'stinking face.'
Nehrel Kelri, prof... you know, I really should erase or crop those or something, it looks really dumb and stuff and is repetitive when I write up alts for these images. Anyway, the style's a combination of FFT character style and my own. Phyllis Little. She's 7' tall and likes to hit people. And she has big boobs. Phyllis Little, clad in full battlish regalia with pointy cutty things. Rhadamanthys Soup. Rhiitah Kamedn, wearing a dress. Who knows why he swallowed a fly. Siluoh Gemf, swordsmistress.
Spaz, pet of Sin Yesha, ancient vampire, insane, masochistic, and typically with a fully feral mindset. When he's lucid, he does experiments on himself and wears suits. Quoting the first person other than myself to see her: 'HOLY GOD, HER TITS!' I promptly stopped working on her. Youh-mi, infernal servant of Ai-de. Gennady Nikisa, gender-swapping alien supergenius. Halahaja, mortal avatar of Lucifer. He's, um, a bit backwards. Kelset Hadith, Sith lord, deceased. Had a cool double-bladed lightsaber-claw thingum, mounted on the back of his hand.
Just look at him. Secret agent. He could be a bit less obvious. Secret Agent Man, as a ninja invading spy person with katars. Ul Dross' original form. Kind of a mix of Vincent, of Cowboy Bebop, and Iori, who you should know about. If you don't, leave. Now. It's a dude. With a gun. It's a chick, based partially off of like every character from Black/Matrix Zero, who also happens to be my next character for Mike's Imagine game. The archdevil Nisroch, bloody eye of destruction, king of the Dance of Shadows, virgin-soaked violin of vengeance, and otherwise friendly guy.
The marquis Gidoni Shosharah. He's known for his collection of charred, broken bodies impaled on his fortress' walls, and also has a reputation as an efficient leader. He has a pretty big harem, too. Note that this was actually done in mechanical pencil, and look-cool-ified via ACD Photo Enhance. I've noticed most people who draw women in white shirts don't do the realistic and have their bras show through in any way. I've tried to do so, except somehow she looks a little less womanly than I'd hoped. Oh well. One-armed merchant, presently nameless. His false arm is made of bronze! It matches his golden overcoat. The djinn Seyyed, and his ultra-powerful artificial wind. Violin-toting slayer of men. Thinking of calling him the Black Violinist (Fiddler?) of Prague.

Collection in Progress: ZODIAC BEASTS
Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer. Needs to be redone, horribly badly. Leo Capricorn Aquarius Pisces

SILLY:
No, I meant 'OOOH' as in surprise, and alarm! Oh, he will. Saddening, how brutally I force myself to write these. I mean, they really have no point in the end, just some stupid commentary on some stupid drawing, when really I could just take the entire site down and leave an image of a yellow sticky reading 'HA! I AM TOO BORED TO MAINTAIN THIS INCREDIBLY ... DIM-TONED WEBSITE! YOU ARE NO LONGER SUBJECT TO STRAP CHINA! GO AWAY!' but then where would I be? Sitting here like before, that's where I'd be. Dumbass. Note for those who don't know: Yaoi is gay anime porn, pretty much. In many cases it's all romantic and stuff, but... uh, more often, it's just a couple of guys having sex. A lot. Credit for the line goes to whoever wrote Signs, because that was a really, really funny scene. Yes. That's a doughnut in his mouth. Don't get any funny ideas.
In some circles, Pork! is my mascot. Everyone needs one. Crappy re-do of a perfectly good original, which has seen fit to lose itself. I am searching, please don't hurt me. Doomjuice! And a Brak Show reference! Who knew?!.