Alpha and Beta were non-aligned cyborgs. They had a lot in common with both the RENEGADEs and Jackal Squad: they were endoskeletal cyborgs with exposed control points on their organic skin, were highly combat-oriented and clearly heavily financed. It has been speculated that Alpha and Beta were experimental units; prototypes to the RENEGADEs, or RENEGADEs heavily modified in a failed attempt to create the first Jackal Squad units. Certainly they do not have serial numbers (every RENEGADE does), and their circuit encoding is not as dense as any of the Jackals.
One other consideration that makes them stand out is their borderline-psychotic attitudes. Little else is known about them. Both Alpha and Beta hid among the human population with limited success until something happened to blow their “cover”, after which great violence invariably ensued.
Day 9 of the 50 Mythical Monsters Challenge: the Selkie. You can see this Selkie depicted shedding her Orca “Pelt” so she can resume life as an otherwise-ordinary young woman. She keeps her hair long to help camouflage her pointed ears, which has its downsides when it’s time to get dry…
The legends seemed unclear on whether each Selkie has a different but specific animal Skin, whether they regrow them or what. It struck me that a modern Selkie might treat her skin as something akin to a wetsuit. They might be natural divers or surfers, since Orcas, in this example, are known just beneath the waves, using surface tension to create a kind of aquatic “lens” to use for guiding their attacks…
The legend of the Asrai is that of a fae captured inadvertently by a fisherman. She looked like a small, beautiful girl, whose skin was cold to the touch. They melt if exposed to sunlight.
I wasn’t keen on drawing a fae whose only visual distinction from humanity was her size, so my interpretation of the Asrai is more like an impossibly thin humanoid with the wings of a midge (an aquatic insect).
Blastshield was a R.E.N.E.G.A.D.E. with a very specific and straightforward augmentation that was upgraded during the campaign timeline. When originally found, Blastshield’s right arm had been extensively modified to provide a retractable metal shield. The shield was reinforced by machinery elsewhere in his body through a means never revealed but assumed to be some form of force field. There were additional modifications to his legs to withstand kinetic impacts on the shield itself.
Later in the campaign, Blastshield was upgraded to feature a shield that was almost entirely a force field effect, projected by a light-weight retractable armature. The shield was lens-like in its transparency, but it distorted light along its perimeter, producing a static-like effect.
Blastshield also had a visor-like item that curled over his head, attaching somewhere on the back of his skull. This item’s purpose was never revealed.
The Aswang is in a class all by itself, horror-wise. Any monster that begins a full-moon evening by tearing its midsection away from its legs, then spends the rest of night wandering around on its hands and seeking out pregnant women to attack with its proboscis-like tongue deserves some serious respect. As does who/whatever started this legend to begin with.
Day One of the 50-Mythical Monster Challenge: the Rakshasa. The Rakshasa have a strange backstory in Hindu mythology, being described as eternally hungry for human (or deific!) flesh.
I imagine a Rakshasa as both a vicious, cannibalistic warrior and one appreciative of beauty and culture. Although his permanent hunger denies him the subtlety of truly enjoying a meal, he would still enjoy the scent of a perfect flower, and given the chance would adorn himself in finery.
High above the streets of this unsuspecting city, an epic battle rages between two bitter adversaries! One is Gina, a fitness instructor unexpectedly grown to massive proportions by a freakish industrial accident. Whether the other has a name may never be known, but many Atlantic fisherman tell fearsome tales of a vengeful sperm whale falling inexplicably from the sky, shattering trawlers and leaving mayhem in its terrible wake. How it came to be, nobody can say, but there can be no doubt that this flying leviathan must be the star of the same
What provoked this supernatural conflict is anybody’s guess, but this contest clearly cannot be resolved without a great deal of broken buildings, smashed concrete, fire, smoke, and spilled blood.