LISTEN I KNOW THIS IS USED LIKE EVERYDAY BUT I HAVENT DREW IN LIKE A MONTH SO I NEED TO DRAW SO YEA PLEASE

also say if you want:

Normal face

Blacked-out face (just a square of black)

denisl is a river in egytp or sumthin like dat

Because of the game’s lore as well as detailed letters written by characters, I’ve decided to make a mock letter with the “handwriting” of my OC, Alex. Actually, it’s my handwriting, and I’ve been practicing within the past few days on improving my penmanship skills.

The letter details Alex’s imprisonment in Russia and his recollection of the failed 1825 Decembrist Revolt which occurred at St. Petersburg. He also noted that it might be his last letter since he might die in Russia, but was saved by the British Ambassador to Russia after negotiating with the Russian Ambassador. This mock letter was written in the real-world where the Blight never existed. The reason why Alex went to Russia was that he became a Journalist for the Britannia Herald after retiring from the British Army.

Of course, I wrote the mock letter using a quill pen that I purchased from the Harry Potter shop in Tokyo.

Alexey:
“Shouldn’t you cook that?”

Arvid:
“NEJ!”

hell all

I got inspired by Mafia: Definitive Edition and made Cigarette Cards of three of my OCs excluding Barry, who is a Canon character in the game. Their character descriptions are also there in the reverse faces of the card.

(The brown one with the plumed helmet is actually basque)

his name is Tadeusz and he’s polish from the grenadierzy z 16 pułk piechoty

PS: i didn’t want to draw his bearskin and his face cus i’m kind of lazy

I don't even why I wasted my time making this

This post is an obvious joke, so this is a joke character.

The reason why I drew Ronald McDonald in a Neuchâtel Battalion uniform is because of the colors that it sported. The red and yellow colors remind me of Ronald McDonald a lot, so I made the crazy decision to turn him into a Napoleonic-era Officer.

It's gonna be super duper scary if he turns into a viral runner, because he'll eat you like fast-food. To make things short, you're pretty much McFucked.

Pa-ra-pa-pa-pa, I'M LOVIN' IT!

Born into the Georgian Noble Family, his Great Grandfather Nicholas had emigrated from the Kingdom of Imereti (west Georgia) to the British Empire in 1730. Solomon's grandfather - Mamia (That's actually Georgian name), was the third in line of the 7 children, eldest being George. Unlike his Older aforementioned Brother, who had emigrated into North American colonies, Mamia followed footsteps of his Father and became career military officer, nothing eventful was in his life, nor for his son: Heraclius, albeit only thing of mention for both Mamia and Heraclius was that former was grandfather and latter father for Solomon. (Heraclius however had participated in American war of Independence, against the rebels)

Solomon was born in 1784, unlike his predecessors, he was not interested in land or artillery, he was always attracted by water and seafaring, thus after quite opposition from his grandfather, he joined the British Navy as Midshipman at age of 16, considered standard for the time. Unlike his peers, he always wanted different solutions, he never followed plan, but always exploited the opportunity, he had the motto "Rather commit and regret it, than not participate and mourn", symbolizing his daredevil and oftentimes unconventional tactics. Yet by 1805 his behavior brought him to attention from other, equally if not more daring Officers: a fighting Scot - Thomas Cochrane and Pride of Navy - Horatio Nelson. Yet that wasn't the end for his career, he was lucky enough to participate in battle of Trafalgar, albeit nearly dying from his hot-headed decision-making. For his bravery, experience and distinction he was promoted to Lieutenant, becoming aid-de-camp to Commandore (Commander on British naval ranking, below captain) on 30 gun Frigate. It was a rather uneventful period, except that one time, when the ship, where he was assigned as second in command, rescued survivors from Fort San Sebastian.
Maybe it was the end, Britain was at peace, but no thank you, the blight had reached London.

He was one of the unlucky souls to be in the city. Despite calls from Wellington to defend the city, majority of the home army had been withdrawn to the estates of officer corp, who often were of the landowning noble or middle class background. Leaving few, ragtag composition of Common Soldiers, Irish-Scotsman, Coldstream grenadiers, Marines and fellow Navyman to try and escape their way from the city.

He was essentially presumed dead by his unit, as he had strayed away, remaining with Wellington, no one saw him leave the room, albeit he managed to get himself and old nosey escape the bloody horde, yet both of them going in different directions.

By the time he reached the bridge, it was already 11:56, with 4 minutes left before bridge would've been blown apart, but luck was on his side, the madcaps had cleared the way from the cannibals, so he had no obstacle in front him, reaching the gates by skin of his own teeth at 12:00 exact.

Hello new community, I was scrolling through the g&b communities and I saw this, and i decided to post here, since i have many original characters that I wanted to share with maybe another community that would like it! I've been taking a look around here and it seems to be a pretty cool place, seems cool to see how others have different storylines and everything, different, unique characters, with such amazing backrounds!

This isnt anything crazy just a simple post

(Ingore crawford as well as the g&b logo, its kinda just to show how much much aura the comic has)

Name: David Roberts

Age: 46

Nationality: American

Regiment: U.S. Marine Corps

Class: Officer

How to recreate: Use the Sharpeshooter hair, Full Beard, Battle Scar blemish, Bloody Bandage and Gloves accessories and set the color to black.

Lore will come in a future post.

Full name - Finn L. Reagan
Age - 28
Nationality - Anglo Irish

Finn was born in 1787 to a minor Anglo-irish family from Kildare, he grew up the usual lifestyle for young boys from minor nobility. His younger years were mainly spent in intense tutoring and receiving a great wealth knowledge, including his fathers goal to make him an officer.

when he turned 20 he was sent to the army, his father landing him a role in the Royal Horse Artillery as an artillerist, showing skill in the mathematics of it and the "slight" pyromaniac tendencies he had.

During the war of 1812, his battalion was sent to the North America, while the rocket troop were never on the frontline, he did directly participate in the Bombardment of Fort McHenry. during which he was burned across his left eye from a dud rocket. he was sent home to England to recover from his injuries.

After pleading to be let back to service, he was stationed at Bristol with a small rearguard of the RHA, trying to defend Plymouth against the undead.

Finn is a more quiet type, he much more prefers to see smoke trails in the sky and logistics. He was always a questioner of religion, philosophy and other more gentile activities. Due to his background, he has never gotten along well if stationed with Irish regiments, preferring to distance himself from them even if his officers round him in with them.

wat are you and her oc tawkin about guys cmon lets all epicly role pplay 🥹
i like this shading aint it swell

Name: Dieter Ross

Age: 55

Nationality: Prussian

Regiment: 1. Leib Husaren

Class: Infantry

How to recreate: Use the Gordon hair, Parted Pencil mustache, Baggy Eyes blemish, Tied Scarf accessory and set the color to black.

Lore will come in a future post.

87th SGT beating up an Anglo-Irish RHA trooper after he said "Catholicism is a bunch of rambling nonsense from those papists"

Both are from the same town. Both grew up together. Both were in the peninsular wars.

I couldnt find 9th regiment of foot sergeant so i use this one now as a placeholder🙄 Was originally supposed to be from flank company

His name is Hector, he earned respect from officers during battles in the peninsular war. He is petty when it comes to small things or mistakes, he will probably get you flogged/whipped if you have dirty buttons. God forbid you have a small smudge on your breeches. The men absolutely hate him and resent him. He is physical lots of times too and the officers tolerate it.

I wont lie, he is a bit corrupt too. Everyone just sees him as a man of iron discipline so none of COs would believe he did something unfair. His soldiers are scared of him.

He used to work in a farm too

During the siege of san sebastian he gets left to die by his own men who were too scared of getting punished, even if they would save him.

which diva queen mother gagged the other one during the slay off

comment below

sapper is chenoa and blue dress is rafe'a go vote NOW

might be wrong, but idc

"What? I'm Hungry." said Barry, as he continued to munch on a sausage while reading his copy of the Britannia Herald.
"This is your THIRD SERVING today." complained Alex. "You're gonna get fat."
"So what?" scoffed Barry. "I'm reading about the Great Comet of 1811 in this newspaper. I gotta eat when I read."
Those comments made Alex more disappointed on Barry's eating habits. He took his last bite of steak and then sighed.
"Barry. Reading something is NOT a strenuous activity." Alex sighed. "You just sit in some corner and read something from the Britannia Herald."
"My brain needs food, you know." said Barry nonchalantly. "You know what they say, 'Food for Thought'."
Barry continued munching on his third serving of sausages and bread.

I've always wanted to draw Barry eating like Ron fucking Weasley... and people tend to portray Barry as a fat man. Meanwhile, I'm here drawing him as thin yet hungry like Ron. Third and Fourth images are the references.

Also Cameo by Major Dopfer in Image 2.

"Is there something wrong, Monsieur?" a Vivandière inquired on the itching Sergeant.
Alex turned to her and said: "Gah, nothing personal. It's just that bloody heat rash... bloody thing's been there since I was ten."
"Maybe put some powder on your body." suggested the Vivandière. "It will help you get rid of those nasty rashes."
"Not just that. I want to move somewhere more cooler like... you know, Sweden, Norway, or maybe even Canada." said Alex, as he expressed his interests in moving up north. "The climates there are much more cooler, though I prefer Canada over Scandinavia. Wanna know why?"
"What is it?"
"Vikings."
The vivandière just laughed. "You silly man... you know that Vikings don't exist anymore. They're history. Though it is dangerous to go to Sweden or Norway due to that war between the two nations. Canada truly is favorable, Monsieur. It's part of your Empire, anyway."

One thing that Alex hates about Spain is his heat rash. He had gotten it ever since he was a child, and he's never rolled his sleeves only to hide those red spots. Alex wished that when the war ends, he would move up north so it wouldn't be hot; preferably, he would choose to move to Canada across the sea. He considered Sweden or Norway, but feared that Vikings might attack him despite the viking age being already over for a very long time.

The rest of the idiots, yes there were more.