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A Walk Through the Dead City

Forward: The city was dead.. An appropriate testament to the seemingly meaningless conflicts that had gripped the world over just decades ago. With the falling of the bombs, Genova had been consumed in the radioactive fires of atomic war, leaving much of its surface a desolate wasteland. And in its wake, the cities had become ruined symbols of a bygone era. Crumbling granite and cracked marble stretched on against a chipped concrete landscape, matched in its weight by rusted steel and faded bronze. What was once a shining gem of progress was now but a dull and depressing icon of death and despair, rife with hideously mutated creatures that lurked in the shadows of the old world. And in those ruined corridors and courtyards, those looming halls and raised structures, pockets of radiation still lingered long after the bombs had fallen. A new dawn had since cast its veiled light across the entire length of the world. It was best characterized not by buoyant optimism and enlightenment a new dawn would normally entail, but by the uncertainty and despair that weighed so heavily upon the minds of the many. The falling of the bombs had since sown the seeds of anarchy and chaos, as what few semblances of order across the desolate wasteland were few and far in between. And wandering along the desolation remained the aggression and violence of the old world, manifested into physical form as the road gangs. Anarchists at heart, they raped, pillaged, maimed, and killed without hesitation..any and all that dared oppose them.
In front of what remained of the magistrates building within the ruins of Vheirdenn, there came a loner. Clothed in all black that encased his entire form and figure in cloth, leather, and synthetic fibers, he appeared a militant of a sort. This was apparent by the assault rifle perched against one shoulder, and the gear of a combatant that adorned his person. His face was concealed entirely in rubber, a metal canister filter hanging from the side of the respirator. In the inhospitable reach of the post apocalyptic world, a gas mask was an absolute necessity for long term exposure in the wastes, lest one succumb to radiation poisoning and die horribly in the atomic glow. Veiling a portion of his face in shadow, a hood covered much of his head, attached to the great trench coat that hung ragged about his form. Underneath was a complete set of military grade soft-shell combat armor, bolstered with trauma plates and reinforcement add-ons. Its surface was scarred in battle damage, tell tale of the dangers of the wasteland. Overtop, hanging on one shoulder like a mantle was a reinforced pauldron. At his right elbow was strapped an out of place cap that served as protection, adorning the figures “exposed” arm from where the trench coats sleeve had ripped. Adorning an open lapel of the baggy trench coat were militaristic decorations of valor, which had long since lost any real meaning, save the deep sentiment of bygone conflicts and meritorious service. Through the smudged veil of his masks lensed eye piece', the figure was given pause, lifting his chin to regard his immediate surroundings with both a sense of loss and want. A want to be able to return to the days of old, when the world had a greater semblance of order and widespread stability. Kenneth Lenard had miraculously survived the falling of the bombs with a greater absolution in self, and wandered into the next era with swaggering dignity. He would later go on to attain a peculiar honorific as a wasteland legend. Said to have been one of the only individuals to venture through the Rayvin sector without succumbing to radiation poisoning, it was rumored that he was a seeker, acting as an agent for an enigmatic group seeking to return the world to its former glory. He was known to appear as though from nowhere, killing raiders and marauders in droves to the rescue of hapless wastelanders and wanderers. Every time, though, he would vanish just as soon as he appeared, fading into the wasteland like a vengeful spirit in delivering justice unto the malcontents living in the new world.

Commentary: Being reunited with my wacom bamboo pen tablet following the storms of Hurricane Sandy, I managed to add and color a background to this picture. I must say that I've always had a thing for gas masks, and the outfit as a whole would be what I'd imagine altogether as what I'd like to wear if the world went under. Kenneths appearance initially was radically different from this end look, being far more haphazard and exposed. But I think this look comes off as being far cooler and likeable. Would also make for a good halloween costume, I'll bet, but I only have some of the components necessary for that line of pursuit.

Description
A Walk Through the Dead City

Forward: The city was dead.. An appropriate testament to the seemingly meaningless conflicts that had gripped the world over just decades ago. With the falling of the bombs, Genova had been consumed in the radioactive fires of atomic war, leaving much of its surface a desolate wasteland. And in its wake, the cities had become ruined symbols of a bygone era. Crumbling granite and cracked marble stretched on against a chipped concrete landscape, matched in its weight by rusted steel and faded bronze. What was once a shining gem of progress was now but a dull and depressing icon of death and despair, rife with hideously mutated creatures that lurked in the shadows of the old world. And in those ruined corridors and courtyards, those looming halls and raised structures, pockets of radiation still lingered long after the bombs had fallen. A new dawn had since cast its veiled light across the entire length of the world. It was best characterized not by buoyant optimism and enlightenment a new dawn would normally entail, but by the uncertainty and despair that weighed so heavily upon the minds of the many. The falling of the bombs had since sown the seeds of anarchy and chaos, as what few semblances of order across the desolate wasteland were few and far in between. And wandering along the desolation remained the aggression and violence of the old world, manifested into physical form as the road gangs. Anarchists at heart, they raped, pillaged, maimed, and killed without hesitation..any and all that dared oppose them.
In front of what remained of the magistrates building within the ruins of Vheirdenn, there came a loner. Clothed in all black that encased his entire form and figure in cloth, leather, and synthetic fibers, he appeared a militant of a sort. This was apparent by the assault rifle perched against one shoulder, and the gear of a combatant that adorned his person. His face was concealed entirely in rubber, a metal canister filter hanging from the side of the respirator. In the inhospitable reach of the post apocalyptic world, a gas mask was an absolute necessity for long term exposure in the wastes, lest one succumb to radiation poisoning and die horribly in the atomic glow. Veiling a portion of his face in shadow, a hood covered much of his head, attached to the great trench coat that hung ragged about his form. Underneath was a complete set of military grade soft-shell combat armor, bolstered with trauma plates and reinforcement add-ons. Its surface was scarred in battle damage, tell tale of the dangers of the wasteland. Overtop, hanging on one shoulder like a mantle was a reinforced pauldron. At his right elbow was strapped an out of place cap that served as protection, adorning the figures “exposed” arm from where the trench coats sleeve had ripped. Adorning an open lapel of the baggy trench coat were militaristic decorations of valor, which had long since lost any real meaning, save the deep sentiment of bygone conflicts and meritorious service. Through the smudged veil of his masks lensed eye piece', the figure was given pause, lifting his chin to regard his immediate surroundings with both a sense of loss and want. A want to be able to return to the days of old, when the world had a greater semblance of order and widespread stability. Kenneth Lenard had miraculously survived the falling of the bombs with a greater absolution in self, and wandered into the next era with swaggering dignity. He would later go on to attain a peculiar honorific as a wasteland legend. Said to have been one of the only individuals to venture through the Rayvin sector without succumbing to radiation poisoning, it was rumored that he was a seeker, acting as an agent for an enigmatic group seeking to return the world to its former glory. He was known to appear as though from nowhere, killing raiders and marauders in droves to the rescue of hapless wastelanders and wanderers. Every time, though, he would vanish just as soon as he appeared, fading into the wasteland like a vengeful spirit in delivering justice unto the malcontents living in the new world.

Commentary: Being reunited with my wacom bamboo pen tablet following the storms of Hurricane Sandy, I managed to add and color a background to this picture. I must say that I've always had a thing for gas masks, and the outfit as a whole would be what I'd imagine altogether as what I'd like to wear if the world went under. Kenneths appearance initially was radically different from this end look, being far more haphazard and exposed. But I think this look comes off as being far cooler and likeable. Would also make for a good halloween costume, I'll bet, but I only have some of the components necessary for that line of pursuit.