Poor Disadvantaged
Avak, the ChainSmith
That is why I will still be alive, with the treasure, when the others are no more, he thought, tapping his head with an armored finger.
Because of what I have up here.
Ambitious, Meticulous, Prudent;
An engineer and jailor denied due status, Avak prefers to avoid combat, instead secluding himself to his work as he formulates his next move.
With access to a range of customized tools, X-ray/Telescopic Vision, and the ability to instantly conjure the perfect cage - limited only by the extent of his demented imagination - Avak has learned to take power himself, then never let it go.
[ Hakann, the Explosive ] [ old version ]
[ Toa Kongu, the Wrangler ] [ old version ]
With 'Jailor' and 'Engineer' as his occupations, I repeated chains, manacles and cell bars throughout his outfit, and put extra attention toward his flip-able gun/tool with the original set in mind.
Initially I wasn't going to make Avak overweight - in fact he was going to be a scrawny little wimp.
However, after I played around with the head and included all those round textures, it only made sense for him to gain some fat! After all, how couldn't you when both professions require remaining stationary in a dark, enclosed place for hours on end?
Credit for the stonework goes to JakTheMad!
More photos are available on my:
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“What’s that do?” he asked, pointing to an unfamiliar component.
“And what’s that? How do those two pieces join together? Is that the only color that piece comes in? I think it would look better in a different shade of gray.”
The Matoran wasn’t quite sure just what happened next. One second, everything was normal, and the next he was inside a cell made of some sort of clear, metallic substance. He could see out, but when he tried to speak, no sound escaped his mouth.
“Matoran should be seen, and not heard,” Avak growled.
“And even ‘seen’ is debatable.”
Without another word, he went back to his work, ignoring the muted cries of the Matoran.
Avak, the ChainSmith
That is why I will still be alive, with the treasure, when the others are no more, he thought, tapping his head with an armored finger.
Because of what I have up here.
Ambitious, Meticulous, Prudent;
An engineer and jailor denied due status, Avak prefers to avoid combat, instead secluding himself to his work as he formulates his next move.
With access to a range of customized tools, X-ray/Telescopic Vision, and the ability to instantly conjure the perfect cage - limited only by the extent of his demented imagination - Avak has learned to take power himself, then never let it go.
[ Hakann, the Explosive ] [ old version ]
[ Toa Kongu, the Wrangler ] [ old version ]
With 'Jailor' and 'Engineer' as his occupations, I repeated chains, manacles and cell bars throughout his outfit, and put extra attention toward his flip-able gun/tool with the original set in mind.
Initially I wasn't going to make Avak overweight - in fact he was going to be a scrawny little wimp.
However, after I played around with the head and included all those round textures, it only made sense for him to gain some fat! After all, how couldn't you when both professions require remaining stationary in a dark, enclosed place for hours on end?
Credit for the stonework goes to JakTheMad!
More photos are available on my:
______________________________
“What’s that do?” he asked, pointing to an unfamiliar component.
“And what’s that? How do those two pieces join together? Is that the only color that piece comes in? I think it would look better in a different shade of gray.”
The Matoran wasn’t quite sure just what happened next. One second, everything was normal, and the next he was inside a cell made of some sort of clear, metallic substance. He could see out, but when he tried to speak, no sound escaped his mouth.
“Matoran should be seen, and not heard,” Avak growled.
“And even ‘seen’ is debatable.”
Without another word, he went back to his work, ignoring the muted cries of the Matoran.