Hello all you happy people! This is not the video I planned to release today, but as all my attempts to draw the head from the side were abject failures this week, well. You get a Charizard study instead.
Like all my Nintendo-based fanart, I used a screenshot from my copy of Pokemon Scarlet as a reference.
In real life, Afro-textured hair is beautiful. When trying to draw it, however, it’s a complete pain in the ass!
Also, her boobs are not supposed to be that big. Big yes, just not that big.
Anyhoo, meet Nyakim Diop! Nyakim is an Ethiopian-Canadian from just outside Strathmore, Alberta. Alberta suffered heavily during World War 3, as American refugees constantly tried to overthrow the Albertan government and establish a new American state. Ottawa’s response was severe, and contributed to the extreme wildfires that burnt much of the province to the ground.
Forced with rebuilding an entire province, the Canadian government sought to attract as many immigrants as they possibly could. Nyakim’s families were two of those who answered the call, travelling from an increasingly-troubled Ethiopia to help rebuild Alberta. The Diops were the first to settle outside Strathmore in early 2035; the Gatwechs settled there the next year.
It was tough early on, but by the time Nyakim was born on August 15th, 2050, the Diops, Gatwechs, and millions of other Albertans both native and newcomer had rebuilt the province. Nyakim’s parents are Joseph and Aberash Diop. She is the eldest of five kids.
Like a lot of Albertans, especially rural ones, Nyakim is heavily into cowboy culture. Starting from the 2030s on, most meat farming changed from ranching to cultivated meat. However, places like Alberta continued to ranch because there is honestly not a whole lot else you can do on bald-ass prairie. Most of the meat grown in Alberta is bison; sustained efforts from Ottawa allowed bison to recover almost completely. The market decline of cattle due to climate change ensured that bison would have customers, too. The cowboy image remains, even in the 2070s, and even people who’ve never so much as seen cattle or bison can be counted on to wear western gear.
Nyakim was interested in machines from an early age, and often helped around the farm by repairing or even inventing new machines. As soon as she turned eighteen, Nyakim moved to Calgary to obtain an engineering degree. The school work was a fun and refreshing challenge, but Nyakim found herself turned off by the arrogance and self-absorption of her fellow engineers. Despite techno-fascism being a major contributor to the last war, most engineers had not learned a damned thing. They still believed that the world revolved around them and that they, and they alone, should rule the world.
Disappointed with her fellow engineers, Nyakim started looking for other opportunities as soon as she received her degree. Heading west, Nyakim paid her bills by working as a mechanic at various tourist traps until she found herself in K’emk’emelay, where she opened a small cyborg repair shop in Neo-Richmond, in the same building as private investigator Aliyah bat Jochebed. Aliyah quickly hired Nyakim to help repair her investigators whenever they got damaged, and the two built a good working relationship.
Apartment expenses proved too much for Nyakim on her own, so she reached out for a roommate. Charley Babbage, netgirl and former gangster, answered the ad and Nyakim has looked out for the poor girl ever since. She also has rivalry with Lani Thompson, a Squamish-Hawaiian Canadian automechanic.
Nyakim is a bright, bubbly, cheerful woman. She loves to cook and sing (badly); wears western wear and is generally a big softy. She’s also a die-hard hockey fan, skilled with a shotgun and revolver, and can fight with a hockey stick. Assuming she doesn’t take you out with one of her gadgets.
Fun fact: Nyakim was named for the two darkest skinned models out there today: Khoudia Diop and Nyakim Gatwech. Not that you can tell from this picture, because CSP’s colour picker sucks.
Likes: teddy bears; hockey; women; tinkering with machines; cowboy fashion; open skies; cooking; HUGS; cute animals; big trucks; fighting for the little guy
One of the consequences of delaying a project, you tinker with it. Ideally, you tinker to make it closer to your vision, but sometimes you go too far.
Anyway, here is Motoko Shimazu, the final version of the Motoko Ishikawa character that is going to star in The Mind-Machine Problem (yes I’ve even tinkered with the title. Bite me).
So who is Motoko Shimazu? She is the second child of Rokuro Shimazu and Sakura Shimazu (nee Sho), born on April 5th, 2054 in Kagoshima City, the capital of the Kagoshima Prefecture on the island of Kyushu, Japan. As you can probably tell by the name, Motoko is the heir to two storied families: on her mother’s side, she is a direct descendent of the last Ryukyu dynasty and on her father’s side, a much-less-direct descendent of the famous Shimazu clan. This dual Yamato-Ryukyuan heritage weighs heavily on Motoko’s mind and she takes traditional Japanese culture seriously. Influenced by her traditionalist father, Motoko styles herself in the fashion of an old-school samurai. As a child, she learned kendo, karate, archery and the naginata.
As a child, she was routinely bullied for her height, often by other girls who couldn’t handle their jealousy and attraction to Motoko. The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh?
That was also partially in response to her older brother, Nemo Shimazu, being more of a modernist and refusing traditional Japanese cultural activities in favour of more modern and international ones.
At the age of twenty, Motoko volunteered for the United Nation’s Peacekeeping Forces, the global federal military of 2075. Though she excelled in her military training, both her superiors and fellow soldiers found her a prudish martinet and she made no friends among the Peacekeepers.
Motoko is a shy, reserved woman, and overly polite. She loves cute things, but is know for her ferocity and savagery in battle.
Motoko’s parents named her ‘Motoko’ because she looks exactly like her mother, shares her mother’s birthday, and was accidentally born in the middle of cherry blossom viewing session. Worried that the newly born would face extreme pressure to be exactly like her mother, Rokuro and Sakura decided to give her as different a name as humanly possible. Rapidly searching through a book of baby names, they opted for ‘Motoko’, using the hiragana for ‘resourceful child’. It proved an apt name: Motoko was well noted for her cleverness in school, excelling in both sports and academia.
Despite being a virtual clone of her mother, Motoko is daddy’s little girl through and through.
Nemo’s nickname for Motoko is ‘Mikan’ because he decided she looked like an orange when she was a baby. Despite wildly different temperaments and interests, Motoko and Nemo are very close. Motoko’s nickname for Nemo is ‘Baka-sama’, meaning, essentially, Lord Idiot.
Likes: cute things, especially women and cats; Hello Kitty; history; traditional Japanese weapons; traditional Japanese clothing; cherry blossoms; learning about other cultures and peoples; her Okinawan heritage; the colour pink; her father; her jerkface brother, dogu.
Dislikes: rudeness; bigotry; anything dishonourable; rodents; heavy metal (except Babymetal)
Today, Prime Minister Mark Carney responded to the American declaration of war by declaring war back. We will triumph over the filthy American horde (especially as they’ve wasted all their ammo fighting a bunch of pajama-clad fascist losers over in Loserstan) and free the North American continent from their vile and insidious reign.
Suspicious doves, giving the game away all the time
Get out of there, Major! Bad shit is about to go down.
Too late.
That’s why you check your safehouses now and again!
This is one of the reasons people who think we’re going to invent immortality make me laugh. Material degrades; yes, even plastic and metal bite the dust eventually. Granted, with metals and plastics its usually fatigue that does them in, but even still. No one and nothing on this planet is truly immortal. Not even the freaking lobsters, man.
Since when does Section 9 care about human rights?
Wow, you’re in a happy mood Major.
Oh hey, the puppet master isn’t dead.
The Puppet Master is unlikely to happen in real life. Software requires hardware: it has to exist somewhere in real space. And if it exists, it can be destroyed.
Techno babble to the max!
Masamune believes in multiverses.
Creator provincialism for the win!
That’s one possibility, sure. But an unlikely one. More likely is that entropy will always win. Change is the only constant; even death is just another form of change. Nothing lasts and even the gods must die.
And thus the set-up for Human-Error Processor and Mind-Machine Interface
At least in the manga. Who knows if we will get 1.5 or 2.0 ever adapted? They’re not exactly Shirow’s most popular work, you know.
We all change. We all die. We change because we die. None of us are the same from minute to minute.
Poor Batou. He gets no respect ever.
If we ever get hot swappable bodies, gender is going to get very fucking weird. Fortunately the only people hurt by that will Pete Hegseth and those fucking idiots at Liberal Currents so you know. Fuck them up the asshole with a rusty pike.
If we get anymore Appleseed adaptations, goddamn.
That’s okay Batou. Neither does anybody else.
Indeed it is, Major.
Oh that’s a fucking tease.
That reminds me. I really need to find a copy of the Appleseed manga.
Hello all you happy people! I’m Josh, it’s the long weekend here in Alberta, and I still can’t draw feet to save my life. But I’m getting better at drawing women, I think. My legs are still way too chunky, though.
I will be posting studies like this all this week, so stay tuned!
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