Maxita Roseline
Behind the eyes of the fallen

Maxita Roseline is an Immortal, like her mother and father before her. It’s hard
to understand, but at one point, she was happy. She cared. She loved. But she like the
seasons changed.

Maxita (Maxi for short) spent most of her life drifting with her mother, watching
the heroics of her mother as a young kid. She used to stand in the crowd as her mother
planned an assault on the enemy, or when she sewed up a wounded comrade. She
watched with joy and glee as her mother was hailed a hero in the eyes of other. And
Admired that. But things changed. Not for the good.

Ten years passed and her mother returned, along with Jameson and Chimera
from the Pyramid of Night. Though her love was there, it was hollow, different, and
almost pulled the happiness out anyone, including maxi. She watched the cheerful crowds
diminish, and in their place, fire grew. The sounds of cheering, replaced with the sound of
pain and agony.

On fateful day, sounds from the night awoke Maxi in her sleep. It was a bleak
early morning and she emerged to discover her mother at the point of Jameson’s sword.
And with a swifts push, Maxi’s world collapsed. The princess of the once prominent
Crimson Regime, watched her world die away. And wept.

For five years of her life, she drifted the world, seeing the devastation caused by
war and famine. The more she saw, the darker her heart grew. She began to record he
world around her, on what ever was available. And she analyzed what she wrote. And
one day, she saw her opportunity to act.

In a small city outside of Crimson Territory, Maxi saw a gang of mercenaries
from the Dragon Camp attacking the city. She watched for quiet sometime, waiting for
the last man in their group to enter the city. When he did so, Maxi sprang into action.
She ran as fast as she could and cut them off at the gate. With out second delay, she
charged the leader head, a foolish mistake for any person. And in a flash, Maxi was stuck
in a bind. Her sword, deep in his heart. His sword, deep in hers. In that instant she
discovered something. He was dying, yet she wasn’t. But that wasn’t all she learned that
day. She stared at the crowd of people who stood horrified at her.

Death was death. And with that she gained a new understanding of her mother.
Later that night, as she watched the city burn to the ground, good or evil, burning with it,
she smiled for the first time in her life…. Life and Death… Same thing…

Picture of the Day

Hey everyone, its about time for the picture of the week!

Okay now this is a picture I drew after seeing a similar picture online. Its a magician that I've grown fond of because of the alchemy circle and the filtering and photo shop work done on it. Afterwords I went right to work drawing out this little beauty and voila!

Story Teaser! The Untitled Symphony

Chapter 1: Rise to Marriot

In the city of Marriot, the city bustled and the wind danced with the trees as the moon lights the city in an ever so beautiful way that could be only described as, well, hauntingly charming. The city bustled its normality, like one preparing for a long and hardy sleep.
The city instantly became unnerved, as though sensing danger in which we couldn't see. But it was there, and as the City seemed to rise up in a panic, the forest seemed to almost mock the near by city.
As the city and forest alike panicked fiercely, the wind seemed to carry an eerie melody to the city, from the house on the outskirts of town. This melody served almost as a lullaby so majestic, so beautiful, that it lulled the panicking city into a slumber, as though reassuring its safety for the night. With this reassurance, the city closed its eyes, and slept through the night. In the beauty of the crescent moon shined lovingly on the forest as the world slept in its humble slumber. The city, calm and quiet, took comfort in its safety for another night.
But unlike the city, the forest did not silence itself and did not seem fully pleased with just the assurance. Nor was it satisfied with this false calming melody. It rustled its leaves louder and louder, as though to threaten the house. The wind raged, howling to the night sky as the palm trees swayed left and right in melody with the world, as though waiting for what was to play next.
Finally, as though exploding with panic and worry, the forest sent a rustle of power toward the house. The rustling headed toward the house with out delay or hesitation. The forest let loose its mortal coil toward the house. As it moved quickly toward the house, breathing heavily as it moved from the forest that brought an intense fear toward the house, like a beast moving quickly toward its prey.
Yet the house's porch remained unraveled, quivering for a moment's time. It even stopped its melody, but did so but for a moment, as it felt its safety assured by Para sitting on the porch. This house was small, well furnished and full of a mist that seemed to smoke the world over. This and the eerie melody from its porch gave the house an aurora that seemed to protect it from evil and bring hope to the world. This assurance allowed the house to stand boldly as the mighty rustling from the forest hit its porch.

Return from miserable
By Triston Milton

I return to the place I use to stay
As about the leaves blew away
Only to discover the truth in your eye
That's nothings real but truth and lie

But hate must intervene

To save us all from the devil’s home
Right below the earths sea foam
We must understand the lies
That there is no true paradise

But love must intervene

And save the leaves from falling down
What was lost will now be found
Now we understand the truth
That paradise is with in us too.

Copyright ©2009 Triston Milton

Maxi Pin Up


Step by step

1) Draw the picture
2) Texture the skin
3) Outline hair and body
4) Finish Hair
5) Add shading
6) Add clothing
7) Remove background mess
8)add detail
9) Fine tune any details and...

add some unique stamping and doodling and viola!

If you would like a detailed description of how this was done, or more ibformation, feel free to email me at bjk_2006@graffiti.net

Introductions

Hello? How are you? I guess your probably wondering who am I, or not. Well for those who are, I am Bjk Milton by alias. And I'm, well i can be a lot of thing. For starters I'm a story teller, not quiet an author yet, but pretty darn close. I write short stories, poems, essays, scripts, you name it, i wrote it. But I can do much more than that. I also have a crazy love of typography and illustrations, from logos, to drawings. You'll understand later on.



Now your also probably wondering what you can expect from the off hand blog. Well for starters, my writing as well as drawings that I am and have worked on. You also can quote of the month and quick tutorials on various things I've worked on. Now if you have any questions like "How did he do that?" or "Can you do that for me?" then feel free to post away my friends. Opinions? Likes? Dislikes? All okay, as long as you don't get extreme. Everyday there should be something new, so check back often! now sit back and enjoy!



Tommorrow

I'll show you how I created my Maxi pin-up.
Poem #1 : Return From the Miserable
Essay #1 : Arabian Knights analyzed
Story Teaser: Children of London

See ya soon!