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I moved this from my bohrok alt universe thread. Krana Guy .5a while ago I made a guy which you could stick a krana into. He was preety awesome, but I apparently never took a picture, and it is so hard to build the same thing twice. My pathetic attempt at recreating this awesome moc can be seen here: http://www.brickshel...ok/dsc_1809.jpg"Krana Guy 2.0"I redesigned him, and this one is a lot better. Weapons are comming soon, and I know the pics are kind of dark, but this is what I have. http://www.brickshel...ok/dsc_1868.jpgThis one is a good guy, he is a prototype for krana that blend in better with toa, but he was to independent and defied his creators. He might be a bit tall to blend in, but I think he is good. Also, his arms are completely one arm, not 2 identical weapons held by short stubby arms, even though it looks looks like that.
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Hello all!This will be my first MOC post on the site, so if I mess anything up majorly, please inform me. Sotiro is a unique Toa with the ability to control certain celestial events and forces, e.g. supernovas and black holes. Not much backstory other than that; the MOC itself was strongly inspired by the Transformers Prime incarnation of Soundwave.Brickshelf Gallery: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=505849MOCpage:http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/327636(I'm not completely certain of how to resize images; if that is a problem then I apologize.)
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Here's my drawing of Gali Mistika which I did while listening to MakutaFest 2012 Copics, Sharpies, Prismacolor Cool Grey markers and colored pencils Variant on the head: http://www.majhost.com/gallery/sik1276/CBart/ConceptArt/galimistikavariant.png
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As if we don't have enough drawings of Tahu Mata. :PThis my first successful attempt at drawing 3D, so it's not the best.LinkComments and Criticism appreciated!
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I think I'm getting better with poses. Pyroa was the runner up an old vote poll. Losing to Isis. I saw my old pic of her and almost fell off my chair at how horrible it looked. So I felt I'd revamp it so she'd look awesome. Can you find the Akamai family symbols? I shaped her Hau too look more unique from her brother's so that it would look more feminine and to prevent mask cloning. Backstory: Pyroa's toa canister arrived on shore during a celebration of one of the Toa Nuva's more recent victories. She was immediately spotted by two matoran who were walking along the beach. The toa were alerted and brought to the beach to meet her. She claims to be Toa Tahu's twin sister, Tahu was skeptical at first but later accepted this fact as she further explained that she knew where Tahu came from, who his parents were, and most interestingly, who he was before his mind was wiped. He was also shocked at the fact Pyroa had wings and a tail. Slowly but surely she earns each of the toa's trust through venturing Mata Nui and it's inhabitants. However, one toa was not so certain. Toa Kopaka. Suspicious of this woman who just dropped in out of nowhere, he hated to admit that he was worried for his brethren's safety. Kopaka takes Pyroa out for a tour of Ko-Koro. No sooner do they encounter trouble with a frightened matoran who was being chased by a ravenous Kane-Ra... To hear more, be sure to read Shadow-Lockheed's fanfic, BIONICLE: Tale of the Twins. It is one of the most exciting fanfic's I've read and quite well written to boot. You can find her story on Deviantart. Enjoy! Pyroa © Shadow-Lockheed Her Revamp Design © Me. Bionicle © LEGO
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This is the review thread for the Bionicle Epic: Dark Forces. I'd love to hear anyone's criticism or reviews on the story as it progresses. This is the first Bionicle Epic I've ever written, so I suppose I'm a newbie, but I have written other FF or stories in the past. So my story is obviously not cannon, it takes place in the alternate universe, blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to see how a story with a team of original Toa, and mostly original Dark Hunters squaring it off would pan out. My writing may be a bit more dark, and heavy on the action/violence than other epics, but that is just how I enjoy writing my stories.As for why they are called the Toa Draconis? You'll have to read the story as it progresses to find out. Also if there are any Inconsistencies in the story, that don't fit in with the Bionicle Universe, please feel free to point them out. I tried to do as much research as I could, and went off my memory of the Bionicle Universe etc. Also you will see guns in the story, I adapted them to fit in better with the Bionicle universe, instead of shooting normal bullets, they are just special Cordak blasters, Cordak pistols etc, etc. This isn't your average Toa team, and their journey won't be like the journey of any Toa before them.Also a note on masks, if I used a Mask power already in existence in the story, for example the Mask of Quick Travel will appear in the story, except the power will be changed, or slightly amplified, the Toa Draconis masks are different than normal Kanohi's, and some of their Mask Powers have been amplified.http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=6015 ((The story))
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Alright, so a friend of mine asked me if I would post pics of this old MOC I made for a character in my series, Shadows of Miserix.So here it is. no, it's not my best work, but I built it about 2 years ago.Front: http://www.brickshel...trelk_front.jpgFront with spear drawn: http://www.brickshel...lamethrower.jpgMinigun: http://www.brickshel...elk_minigun.jpg
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This is just a quick sketch I made of Takanuva. It actually took longer to get a good picture of it than to draw it. LinkLet me know what you think!
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Prologue Blades flying, steel clashing. Nothing could truly describe what Kayn was witnessing. He had experienced his fair share of lengthy and blood spilling battles but nothing had prepared him for this. Heroes falling, Toa, after Toa, after Toa. He had slept the night before wishing he wouldn't have another one of his haunting nightmares, he got what he wished for, only to wake up the next morning to a living one.The battle was fierce, bullets flying by and narrowly missing the edges of his already heavily scarred grey Kanohi Hau. He turned around to check on Vhisola, she was fighting a Goldic Guard like everyone else. Something was slightly strange though. He was wearing an orange Kanohi Ruru, standing out from the usual orange Pakari. The strange Goldic sharply turned around and threw his protosteel dagger towards Kayn. Swiftly, Kayn stepped to the side, but something was wrong this time...this time he felt the sharp pain of a blade that had pierced his gunmetal chest plating. The strange Goldic waved his arm up in the air, signaling to the rest of the enemy. The Goldic that were nearest to the one wearing the Ruru grabbed an odd device from a pouch on the side of their leg and threw it on the ground, almost instantaneously, the guards started to retreat. Kayn readied the small gun located under his wrist and aimed it promptly at the "Ruru" that was retreating. Kayn pulled the small trigger on the back of the firearm and watched as the shot hit the "Ruru".The Goldic that Kayn had been able to shoot was left behind by the rest of his men. While Vhisola went to go check on the remaining Toa, Kayn quickly switched his vision on to the objects that two of the Goldics had left behind. "Vhisola! Get the Toa with the Kakama over here!"Vhisola didn't even need to relay what Kayn had just said as the Toa with the Kakama had already heard it and gotten over to Kayn. "I need you and your friend to take these as far away as possible and figure out what these are.""I see, the device is pulsating a strange noise quite rapidly, we never know what this thing could be. On it"The Toa with the Kakama and one of his friends rushed off with the device while Kayn got up to investigate his wound. It didn't look to good. Slowly, Kayn started limping over to the "Ruru".This was taking longer than Kayn thought, the "Ruru" was crawling towards the cliff that meets the vast ocean and with Kayn at a limping state, they would already be near the edge before Kayn caught up with him. Kayn started to feel even stranger than before, he had been stabbed and gotten broken bones but nothing quite this bad. When Kayn finally caught up with "Ruru", the Goldic was unconscious. Kayn took a firm grasp on the handle of the dagger that was in his chest, it took a giant swift tug to get the blasted thing loose. It was stained with blood, not a very big surprise. He began to put the dagger to the Goldics throat to make sure it wouldn't do anything just as an arm came up and knocked it right out of his hand and upwards. The "Ruru" pulled out a revolver and fired out six shots, all hitting Kayn in the torso. The dagger came down and was caught by the Goldic just in time to finish Kayn off with a slash to the arm, taking it clean off. Kayns world erupted in flames, the pain was overwhelming but...short. The "Ruru" ended Kayns torment with a silent and quick tugging to the neck. Kayns lifeless body slumped onto it's knees and tumbled over the edge and into the water.The Goldic let off a quick grunt and walked away.Kayn was sinking down...down into the endless deep of the ocean, to be found by no one. Review Topic
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This is a PBZP for Blendercat Toa of Coldplay, he requested me a white, metru blue and possibly metru green Toa with a Matatu and two swords. So here is it, upgraded with Vahki technology (hence the blades) because I thought it'd look cool.Vahki-upgraded ToaI literally "recycled" Tornado Toad (PBZP T #2) to build this guy. That's why the torso design is the same. And quite a lot of TT's pieces are back in Blendercat. Just wanted to try the "MOC-recycling" technique I thought of recently. Thoughts?
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This is my flash fire entry. It is hand drawn and computer edited. I may do others, but I'm not sure.Takua
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Many of you may have seen my old topic, and some grreat comments have inspired me to improve my designs. Here are the changes that I made:All: Color fixes, head realignment and scaling, removing parts of legs and torso for a less cluttered look.Tahu: Changed mask to better fit his personality.Lewa: A dramatically improved Mask, my best piece of work to date, IMOAnd here they are!TahuLewaKopakaOnuaPohatuGaliGalleryWhen the gallery is public, you may want to open up the old ones for a side-by-side comparisonI hope you like these!
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Little short story I wrote about a year or two ago about a Toa's fall to the dark side. This all takes place in my canon universe so there will be discrepancies. Oh well.-Janus Fallen Footsteps echoed loudly down the dimly lit corridor, causing the inhabitants of the adjacent cells to shy away from the doors from which they had clamored loudly but minutes before. With the heavy tread of an executioner the footsteps descended, each time the metal clod boot filling the air with fragments of stone and dust. Wary eyes watched from either side as the imposing figure made his way down the line, each breathing a sigh of relief as their cell was passed. Finally the footsteps ceased and there hung an uneasy silence in the air. It was this silence that at last awoke the prisoner from his reverie.Rubbing his bleary eyes to clear his mind of dreams that were not dreams and a reality that didn’t seem entirely real, the prisoner gazed around futilely. He knew as he always had that his cell was kept in perfect darkness, but he was keenly aware of a change. Something had happened and he wanted to know exactly what it was…and so he strained his eyes to pierce the veil of the darkness, seeking something that he did not know.“Toa.” A rough voice growled from beyond the shadows. The prisoner paused, his eyes flickering with confusion; was it talking to him? As if to affirm his suspicion the voice spoke again.“Toa, you’re going to get a little present today.” It muttered with dark humor, and as he blinked the prisoner saw a vision of a brutish and hunched form, covered in chains and jagged pieces of metal. He knew the voice who spoke to him, he just…didn’t. His memories were things of ether, constantly swimming in and out of his grasp. At times they were strong and solid, then all at once they would turn formless and he would be lost in a sea of fog. A barking laugh interrupted his thoughts.“Pathetic, really” The voice said smugly. “To think that you once caused us such problems…now you can’t even speak!” The prisoner stayed silent, knowing that he was being goaded. He’d been here long enough to know how the guards worked.There was a heavy grinding sound as the guard turned on his heel, the stones beneath his feet cracking loudly. Then the heavy footsteps began again, this time leaving the prisoner in his darkness. Fear momentarily flooded his body, piercing his limbs with a cold fire. Then as though a wave had washed over it, the flame faltered and died. This was his life now, he held no fear of death…they’d already made it apparent that he was not going to die.The steps ceased midway through their stride and he heard the grinding of the guard pivoting to face the isolated cell where he remained.“Oh. I almost forgot.” The guard growled with a malicious eagerness. “Your present.”The prisoner remained still as he waited. His mind and body had been tortured so many times that it no longer surprised him. In his minds eye he could still see the scars and burns that had been inflicted on him.“You get a very special visit from our leader himself…” the voice said. The prisoner paused, his entire body going rigid with shock as the words entered his ears.“The Shadowed One.” The guard whispered with reverence and fear. “I hope you’re up to it, Toa.The guard said nothing after that, instead continuing his trek from the bowels of the prison, but even if he had the prisoner wouldn’t have heard it. The Shadowed One. He knew that name, he knew that name in a way he couldn’t describe. As though all of his memories up until this point had been cleared away simply so that one name could be etched, imprinted…carved into the very fabric of his mind. For the first time in a long while the prisoner felt afraid.A heavy slam filled the corridor signaling the exit of the guard and almost instantly the screaming began. Some pleaded for help, others vowed revenge, still others simply cried with great wracking sobs that shook their frames. The prisoner took no notice of any of this. Long ago he had, long ago his heart had wept for each individual in the prison, long ago he had vowed to save them. He remembered that, or perhaps they let him remember that to punish him further, to make him suffer.The prisoner closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold stone wall, the dull ache of his muscles barely noticeable as cloudy visions filled his mind. He vaguely remembered life before he was imprisoned…he had brothers. Fellow Toa? His mind swam as strange distorted images appeared. He could only see dim outlines of his team in his mind, shadowy figures with nothing to define them…all except him. Though his name still danced out of reach the prisoner knew his face well. A golden Kanohi that rested upon his face and smug, condemning eyes: The Toa of fire who led them all to ruin. The Toa of fire who had abandoned him and left him to rot in this prison.The prisoner felt rage seeping through his body, igniting his blood and whirling through his already chaotic mind. He remembered him, and he would not forget the vow he had made so long ago.The prisoner rubbed his eyes wearily, his mind struggling to regain its focus, but it was too late: Fuzzy images of days long past appeared, as though conjured by some invisible sorcerer, and danced in the darkness of his mind.“Brother!” the prisoner looked around the confines of his cell, his wild eyes roving the ever-present darkness.“Brother! What you are suggesting is unacceptable!” the prisoner closed his eyes and found himself looking at a strange sight. The Toa of fire was arguing with another Toa, this one clad in dark armor that seemed to soak up the blackness of the night sky.“And why is that, brother?” The second Toa retorted, his sharp mask thrust before the face of the Toa of fire. “Whatever it takes to defeat the Dark Hunters, we should do.” He hissed. The golden armored Toa glanced downward at his fellow, his eyes calm.“Toa do not take lives, brother.” Was all that he said. Then, as though a heavy fog had descended, the figures of the two Toa vanished into darkness.Remaining still, the prisoner waited, breathing deeply. He knew that it wasn’t yet complete, that these things, whether they were memories or hallucinations did not simply appear and vanish…and so he waited.He didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as he had opened his eyes he realized something was wrong. No longer was he in the comforting confines of his dark cell. No, he stood amidst the walls of a tall canyon, its rough stone jutting high into the air and allowing only a scant amount of light to shine. Before him stood the same two Toa as before, somehow no more clear in the light of day than they had been in the shadows of night.“I cannot accept this plan, brother. If you choose this undertaking, you will be alone. I will not support you in this.” The Toa of fire spoke, his infuriatingly calm voice igniting the prisoner’s blood.“Fine.” The second Toa spat, his angled mask barely concealing the hate-filled look he shot toward his leader. “Then I’ll do it myself. I’ll end the threat myself.” Then, turning his back on the crimson Toa he unholstered his weapon and threw it to the ground.“You can keep this, brother.” He said angrily. “I don’t need it anymore.”Suddenly a blinding white light pierced through the vision, washing away the images of the two Toa’s argument and causing the prisoner to thrash in agony. The prisoner screamed as his hands clutched his mask, desperately trying to conceal his eyes from the painful light. He was so wrapped up in his pain that he didn’t even notice a voice was speaking to him.“Reminiscing, were you?” came a low gravelly voice, which while calm, held an edge like that of a knife. The prisoner slowly allowed his hands to fall from his mask as he opened his eyes. Blinking back tears he raised his head to look at his tormentor and found himself looking deep into the baleful eyes of the leader of the Dark Hunters: The Shadowed One.An unreadable look on his face, The Shadowed One stood just outside of the prisoner’s cell, only a small square opening revealing him. It was at this time that the prisoner realized just how small his cell had become—he remembered how expansive it had seemed when he first arrived, a massive catacomb that dwarfed him in size…he only imagined it was used for psychological tactics. But now it seemed so small, almost claustrophobic. Perhaps he was just too used to it?“I am talking to you, Toa. Why don’t you respond?” Came the voice of the Dark Hunter leader, and for once the prisoner relished the chance to see the face of who was speaking to him. To watch with rapt attention as the muscles moved beneath the surface of the skin, to see the way the eyes glowed as different syllables were pronounced. It was something he hadn’t seen for quite some time.“Come now, Toa, you haven’t broken. I know you.” The imposing figure said, his voice calm. “You’re stronger than that.” He said simply, his eyes boring into the prisoner’s own. Where once the prisoner had stared in captivation at his movements, he now found himself shrinking from the figure, his eyes flickering as his gaze darted about the room, desperate not to meet eyes with the towering figure.“You’ve taken everything I’ve had and more.” The Shadowed One said slowly, punctuating every word as he spoke. “You’ve taken tortures both mental and physical. Tortures beyond belief. And yet still you stand strong.” Tentatively the prisoner brought his head up, his eyes still unable to remain in one spot. He could not bring himself to look into those flaming eyes that had seen so much, but there was something about his voice, something sinuous and smoky, that crept into his hear and made him want to listen and hear what it was that was said.”Where has that proud spirit gone now?” The Shadowed One mused, his voice nearly a whisper. “When we first met you were full of righteous fury, bringing a whirlwind down upon this very island. Now you sit here in darkness and silence.” As he spoke the Shadowed One leaned in closer to the door, his voice turning to a hiss.“Surely you can do better.”At this the prisoner cocked his head to the side, his eyes taking on a far away look as he wrestled with his memories. In his minds eye he saw the Dark Hunter fortress jutting upward from the rock as the stormy sea raged all about it. He saw the small craft that he was on—and more importantly he saw that the maelstrom that was forming was about to break on the island.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” The Shadowed One said his face once again unreadable and his voice barely above a hush. “It was just you and your whirlwinds, Toa.” The Dark Hunter spoke slowly, cocking his head to the side in remembrance. “You came to this very island fortress and unleashed power beyond our imagining. You stripped the land bare and shattered my compound” The prisoner turned his gaze to the figure outside of his cell, his eyes staring intently at his oppressor as if to say “Then why can’t I remember?”The Shadowed One narrowed his eyes and allowed the full power of his gaze to wash into the prisoner before him. “Because your mind is deteriorating. You’ve been alone in your own darkness for so long that reality and fantasy have merged. If I’d left you for one more day you would have snapped. ” The prisoner continued to stare into his captor’s eyes, his own eyes glowing brightly. ”That is no threat, Toa. Simply the truth, I’ve come to you for a reason.” The Shadowed One said smoothly, and the prisoner knew that his eyes held no word of a lie.“You see, Toa. I know all about you now. I’ve known for quite some time, but there was one thing I never understood.” The prisoner’s eyes flickered and he cocked his head to the side questioningly. The Shadowed One continued.“Revenge, Toa. I’ve been attacked by Toa many times in the past…but only once has it been a single Toa….Toa are supposed to work in teams, are they not? They’re supposed to support their own, are they not?” The Shadowed One let the silence fall heavy between the two of them, allowing the words he wasn’t saying to sink in.“In the rare times that I’ve dealt with a single Toa, his team would undoubtedly rescue him…or attempt it.” The Dark Hunter leader trailed off into silence, his perceptive eyes studying the prisoner for any change. The prisoner watched him with equal attention, betraying none of his thoughts.“And yet you’ve been here for over one thousand years, Toa. How is it that you sit here rotting and your leader is still glorified by Metru Nui?”The prisoner’s eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at The Shadowed One and he felt his entire body begin to tremble. For the briefest moment he wondered how The Shadowed One could possibly knew about him but soon the rage overtook him. The betrayer still lived?“I see that got a rise out of you. Good.” The Shadowed One said with a small smile. “However I’m not here to gloat. I’m here to extend an offer to you. Renounce the Toa and begin life anew as one of us.”The prisoner made a guttural sound reminiscent of a laugh, his vocal chords raw from disuse. With an unintelligible sound he looked toward the leader of the Dark Hunters.“It’s been ages since you’ve spoken, Toa. Try again..”“No.” The prisoner repeated, his voice harsh.“No?” The Shadowed One questioned, his eyes thoughtful. “Why not?”With a raw voice the prisoner responded, his weary face resolute.“I’m a Toa.”The Shadowed One’s face became unreadable and in a strangely sorrowful voice he spoke “Are you really, Nidhiki?” and with a single heaving pull he threw the door to the cell open, allowing the light of the prison to shine in. Now the prisoner saw why his cell had seemed so small…he had become….something. He couldn’t describe what exactly, but he looked in disgust at four bladed appendages that jutted from where his legs were supposed to be. Where once his hands had been there were now two large scissor-like blades that gleamed in the dim light. His entire body was twisted, contorted…whatever he may have been once, he was no Toa, not anymore.“The moment you renounced Lhikan, the moment that he in turn renounced you, you ceased to be a Toa. You only confirmed that with your next actions” In his mind Nidhiki saw the maelstrom descending on the Dark Hunter compound and saw himself at its head, directing the furious wind to tear into the heavily armored building…and those who defended it. He saw masks and weapons soaring through the air along with limp bodies.“You killed them, Nidhiki. When you came to this fortress all those many years ago you killed Dark Hunters…and if there’s one thing that I know about Toa it is this: They do not kill.” The beast that Nidhiki had become stared fiercely at The Shadowed One, its hateful eyes narrowed.“I do not know what you are, but you are no Toa. You made that choice long ago…I simply helped you.”“How?” the creature croaked, still acclimating itself to its new form.“The cell was specifically chosen for you, Nidhiki. Your own hate, your own loathing, and of course your incredibly powerful elemental control have all been being channeled back into you. Over the many years you’ve been here you’ve been in a chrysalis, only now emerging. You stand on the precipice of two lives.”The creature stared at the leader of the Dark Hunters, its face unreadable as memories of what it was once flashed through its head. It remembered Lhikan, and Naho, and Kualus. It remembered its brothers and sisters, it remembered fighting alongside them…but it also remembered that constant feeling of knowing that it…that he was different: That there was something that divided him from the rest of the Toa.He finally discovered what that was when Lhikan had captured a Dark Hunter who had been attacking Metru Nui. He remembered the rage running through him, remembered drawing his scythe and placing it across the Hunter’s throat…Unconsciously the creature raised one of its massive claws to its chest, still remembering where Lhikan had struck its former self, forcing it from the body of the Hunter. Inside of the beast, Nidhiki could still hear Lhikan’s words that day.“Are you mad, brother? We Toa have sworn an oath to never take the life of another!”The creature lowered its gaze to the ground, its mind whirling as it remembered its past life.“You said two lives?” it hissed, eyes still averted downward.“Yes.” Returned The Shadowed One “You have the potential for greatness, Nidhiki. The potential to be so much more than just a Toa—but you cannot become that until you let go of what you never were.”The creature that had been Nidhiki raised itself, looked into the face of the Shadowed One with baleful eyes. The leader of the Dark Hunters didn’t flinch, instead speaking softly.“It gives me no pleasure to do this, Nidhiki. This is but a means to an end…but it is a necessary end.”“What do you mean?” The creature shrieked“Just think, Nidhiki. Now you’re no longer bound by the code of a Toa, no longer constrained by their petty rules. If you let go of what was in your past you can grasp the future and use this newfound power.”“Power?” The creature spat. “I was a Toa!”“No, Nidhiki.” The Shadowed One said solemnly. “You never were, you always hungered for something greater, and while this may not have been the way you would have chosen it…” The Dark Hunter let his words linger in the air, allowing the creature to absorb them fully.The monster that Nidhiki had become raised its body high, its muscles rippling as it stepped out into the wide corridor of the prison. Smiling a cruel smile it emerged from its chrysalis and into a new life.“Become a Dark Hunter…?” it hissed thoughtfully. Deep inside the creature the prisoner saw memories of his past life merging into one. Fighting alongside Lhikan and Naho, defending Metru Nui from enemies, facing Dark Hunters in battle after battle after battle… he saw this all through the lense of another life, a life that could see the pointless nobility and foolish struggle--and it was with this that he saw that he had always been different, always had a different destiny.Inside the creature, the Toa that once was struggled briefly, trying to deny it, trying to say that he had been righteous. Hadn't he always defended the Matoran? Hadn't he always fought for Metru Nui? Hadn't he always upheld the code of the Toa? However all too soon these arguments evaporated like mist, and the Toa that never was ceased to be. Nidhiki finally understood that while he had played a part and acted the role of the noble protecter, he was never some shining beacon of light like the other Toa… and now he was somehow changed, something darker, something fallen.The creature that was Nidhiki smiled cruelly as it looked into the eyes of The Shadowed One.“Gladly.”
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here are some movie edits that I made. They were inspired by Kagha's Photoshop edits, but they are entirely my work.Gali MataKopaka MataLewa MataOnua MataTahu MataPohatu MataPohatu PhantokaOnepu
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I'm not sure where this goes, since it refers to sets and the story, so i apologize for any confusion. As for the topic, we know that all toa are the same size, but the sets are not. What size do you imagine toa to be? Mata sized? Inika sized? Somewhere in between? I imagine them to be Toa metru sized.
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Hello everyone! Sorry for being incredibly inactive here, I just get very lazy and very busy very often :/Anyways, here's something I cooked up for the 2012 Bio-Cup over at MOCpages, for the first round. My opponent is Toa Konas, and the category was 'Olympic Toa/Hero'. I then spent a couple of hours googling Olympians of different countries and their colours and whatnot, until I stumbled upon this totally rad dude called Gerd Kanter - a discus-thrower from Estonia. Clicky Here To be honest I'm not at all pleased with this MOC. It's been a while since I built my last standard humanoid, and I now remember why: I hate doing so. I hope you like it, regardless. Please enjoy! -FtC
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So, I have a theory regarding Toa Canisters. I'm not sure about the probability of this theory, however, I'll leave that to be discussed. My theory is this; That Toa Canisters do not operate normally, but are assisted by the systems of the Mata Nui robot. My reason for believing this to be a possibility; They tunnel straight throught solid rock and such and force their way straigth through anthing that stands between them and their destinations, and we see little other technology in the MU that can match the Toa Canisters in their ability to break through numerous types of substances. I suggest that Toa Canisters have (a) piece(s) in them that connect to the system of the MU, and the MU helps them break through surfaces and reach their destination, and that only the matoran who build the Canisters know about this, if they even do at all.
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One of my more recent creations, Pirai the Iron Wulf, Self-MOC of Chronos Omega. And yes, Wulf is supposed to be spelled like that.Anyway, here is the MOC!I'm proud to say he's on the front page in the "Everyone's creations" section.Enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism welcome!
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Hi, I'm looking for a few Toa and other items to buy.TOA -$5-Gali Mata-Kopaka MataKANOHI-Golden Kaukau Mata -$1-Pink-eyed Toa mata head -$1-Infected Hau (from Muaka and Kane-Ra) -$4You send first please. It's preferable if you are in the U.S.Thanks and leave a comment or shoot me a PM if interested!-Longcat is Long!
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I tried drawing Gali Mata, so Here it is.The inspirtation for the backround I got from MNOG2 Here.Overall, I kind of like it but I feel theres lot of things wrong with it that could have easily been done better, like with all my drawings. But, I am still just a amateur at art as of right now, let alone drawing bionicles. But..I tried and it turned out decent I would say, for my level.Anymore, constructive critism accepted, I would take any suggestions and what else to use to make bionicle drawings seem better.I used a pencil for sketching out the picture, and I used pigment ink to ink the sketches. And black marker to color in the pure black things like the inside of the hut. Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm using hatching shading really good, and I'm also combining pencil shading with hatching shading which i'm not sure is working well, so, I'm not sure if this is why the art seems messy. What about screentones? Or are those only for professional use really? Anyways, like i said, all constructive critism accepted.Edit 7/2/12: I colored the picture, so here it is: http://fc02.devianta...195-d55s90p.jpg I was actually aiming to trying to make it perfect by filling in every pixel with color, i kind of accomplished that but then it seemed for a chore than fun I guess, so I did most of it and so here it is. I had to use the paintbrush tool also to color in single white/lighter/darker pixels and to color over the hatching shading lines. I also use painbucket which helped in ways too, so nothing really special, as I'm still just an a decent beginner. But this was all done in Gimp 2, and I'm satified with the result. But still, I accept constructive critism.Edit 7/12/12: Yay more CC, well yeup thanks all. I'll try it and use everything you told me, and I think you mean drawing from life. Yeup I do that too, but havn't thought about fruit yet, I guess I'll try that one day.Edit 7/13.12: I updated the colored picture a small amount. I gave gali some shading, and shaded the shadows a bit differently, so I just though I'd let you know. http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/195/2/3/gali_mata_by_kv195-d55s90p.jpg
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Here is a new PBZP, requested by TornadoToad. He wanted a white and green Toa with a sword and a Fikou pet. He also wanted the 2008 Akaku but I don't have it so I used the 2002 one instead. Hope he'll like it.BackPoseI wanted to make him like a regular, Metru-builded Toa, but custom. And I tried once again armoring HF bones with Bionicle parts. He used this red sword because it's a Venom Sword powered by his Fikou's venom (don't ask me how).Fikou and TTFikou and TT againI don't think the Fikou's head is very spider-esque... Anyway, I tried to make it orange and green.C&C welcomed.
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This is a story I wrote like---three years ago for NaNoWriMo. I figure I should finally post it. Enjoy or something.-JanusChapter One: The ForgeSteam billowed out from the many forges that dotted the island city, nearly obscuring the twin suns from the inhabitants' view. For their part, busy Matoran filled narrow streets and stoked blazing furnaces, each of them either selling their wares or desperately crafting more to trade off. The smell of oil and fire and the sharp sound of metal on metal filled the great city, becoming a nearly overwhelming cacophony of sight, sound, and smell all in one. It was a workman’s utopia, a haven for weapon smiths, and the home of the best armor in the world. And yet, amidst all this commotion there was a simple and efficient structure that belied the rather crude displays.The city itself was structured in three concentric rings, each ring with its own barrier wall, and each wall slowly moving inwards towards the central great forge. The rings were what separated the quality of the goods for sale; while most visitors to the city stayed within the outermost rings, those who were truly connoisseurs could be found next to the central forge, where only the finest of wares were found. The weapons and armor crafted there were forged by only the most skilled of smiths - "Toa Grade", as they liked to say.It was one of the six great cities of the great spirit Mata Nui. The city of the Forge: Tapa-Nui. It was from here that flowed the finest craftswork—not simply weapons, but elegant shields, armor, and even small trinkets made from molten slag peddled by street vendors.It was a hectic, grimy, mad dash city that was beloved by its citizens and loathed by its visitors. It was and always had been, my home.Or that’s what it was supposed to be.Instead my city lay open like a gaping wound, the streets devoid of any sign of Matoran—gone were the bustling crowds, gone was the smell of grime and heat, gone was the sounds of metal singing as it was forged anew. Now the city lay desecrated,still, and silent.I walked through the entrance gate, hardly believing what I was seeing, my mind still reeling in shock. Laying my spear beside me I crouched down upon the twisted cobblestones of one of the empty streets. Gently tracing a finger over them I felt an intense heat emanate from the stone—not a residue of the heat of the forges. No, this was something greater. Even the ceramic covering of the stone had melted away slightly.All around me I saw the signs of devastation, as my walkabout took me through the twisted paths of my once-home. All the while, thoughts whirled noisily in my mind: Had a forge malfunctioned? Had there been an attack? And most importantly of all,was anyone still alive?I continued my walk down those dead, empty streets, wandering down darkened corridors and through the shattered remnants of homes where my people once lived. It soon became apparent that an immense heat had washed across the entire city, blackening stone and turning metal into slag. The city of crafters was now nothing more than scorched earth.Still I continued to wander, hardly knowing where I was going, and yet somehow dreading what I would find.I finally came upon it, the sight that I had hoped to never see: The great forge of the city had become nothing more than a warped metal basin. Its covering was stripped from it by the blast leaving it a gaping pit. The many cranes that once dotted the workstations hung above like skeletal arms, their metal fused and twisted.And still some spark of hope yet burned in my chest. Standing proudly amidst the ruined cityscape was a tall spiraling tower. Though located close to the forge, it had not shattered—the Tower of Toa still stood and surely inside I would find my brothers.Gingerly stepping around the great chasm of the ruined forge I walked towards my home. The tower in which I lived, trained, and watched over the Matoran from. Once I was reunited with my brothers we would find the scourge that had attacked our city—and it would pay.I was almost upon the entrance of the tower when I saw it, the light of the fading sun just happening to glance across its once pristine surface. It was a mask, a jade green Kakama to be exact, or at least that was the colour it was meant to be. Heat had stripped the once brilliant colours from its form, leaving it a dull brown. A single great crack ran through the mask, splitting from the eye. I knew then that my brothers were dead.A cry like no other erupted from me, burning my throat as I screamed. My eyes flamed as I whirled around, desperately hoping that some of the invaders yet remained, praying that one of them would attack me, wishing that I could cause them one tenth of the pain they had caused me…but none came, and I was left alone in my sorrow.It was with this discovery that I truly realized my city was dead, and I was its sole keeper—the last in the once proud lineage of Tapa-Nui. With a heavy sigh I began my work, shifting heat scorched stone out of the way and slowly making my way to the tower.I found them all, my compatriots, they had clearly put up a valiant fight but were overcome. I took each in their own turn. Descending the staircase with one and then ascending again for another. With a grim finality I laid them down in front of our once-home. Clothing them in shattered masks and fractured weapons I laid them side by side.Unity, Duty, Destiny. The three virtues that we lived by, lifting my spear high above my head I let flow my element. Fire, like the fire that had so ravaged my land. It pierced the already weakened stone and allowed me to carve the symbol of those three virtues. It now stood as a monument to my land and my people, emblazoned forever in the stone of the tower. It was under the this symbol that I laboured, gathering any undamaged material from the various homes and workplaces. These I placed in the shattered gulf of the great forge. Letting them fall into the ruined pit. When I had enough material I went to the bodies of each of my fellows, showing them the honor and respect they were owed I lifted each in turn, walking slowly and surely down into the pit of the forge.Around the lip of forge I placed their weapons and masks, a marker for anyone who came to this dead place. I took one last look at the eyes of my brothers, now cold and grey, the spark of life having long since passed. Then I left to search through the city, following the winding snaking paths to different juncture points. It was here where the coolant tubes were located, here where the underground tunnels that connected the many forges of Tapa-Nui intersected. Here where my next task was.I knelt on the rough slag of what was once stone, my armor scraping noisily against the pitted material. Placing a hand on the path I felt the remnants of the heat that had scourged the city—but pushing below that, pushing deeper I felt the ghost of the heat that had once filled the canals beneath. It was this heat I tapped into, causing to warp the tunnels and seal shut the openings to the coolant tubes. This I did all across the city, through the many different junctures located in what was once my home.Exhausted and spent I returned by twilight to the place I had left my compatriots, my brothers in arms. Walking into their impromptu burial pit I gazed at each of them, their once strong bodies now limp and cold. I felt the familiar rage return, threatening to burn through my very skin—and yet I resisted, feeling something much deeper moving within me.Brotherhood.I knelt by each of them, my family, my friends, my world. From each of them I took a gift, something that I would carry with me at all times—something I would hold as I stared into the face of whoever had burned out city. I held these items as gifts—and as reminders of my failure. From my gentle sister, and stern leader, Alea I took her gemstone necklace -- A good luck charm that she wore into every battle—unfortunately it had done her no good. The sight of her shattered Hau rest atop her broadsword on the outer lip of the forge made me feel sick inside.From noble Pheos, Toa of Stone I took a piece of clay he always carried. Pheos was a jokester and a lighthearted spirit who refused to ever sculpt that single of piece of clay—because “then the possibilities were limited” I smiled sadly at his limp form and moved on.Toa Kyr was next. The sharp-tongued Toa of ice, his pure white armor shattered and split in a thousand places. Kyr was a brave Toa, and an intelligent fighter—whatever had attacked our city must have truly been a force to reckon with for him to fall in combat. From him I took his shield, nearly burnt to slag it was a symbolic gesture. Just as he had shielded us in life, I would now shield all of them in death.The dead eyes of Toa Levos unnerved me. In life he had been the Toa of air, a wise and auspicious fighter. The deadliest shot amongst us Toa—to see that spark of life so easily extinguished broke my heart. From him I took a single arrow from his quiver, removing the beautiful feather that adorned the shaft and attaching to my mask. Kneeling next to the body of Toa Jurian, the beautiful Toa of Earth I felt my heart leap into my throat. Jurian had always supported our small group, always helped us in every endeavor—and had always been there for all of us. I loved her more than any other. I felt the rage threatening to overcome me…and instead wept for the loss of such a kind soul. From her I took her gauntlets—a reminder of her to carry always.Still holding Levos’ arrow I walked out of the pit, glancing at the masks at weapons of my fellows. The crushing mace and Pakari of Pheos, the stern Hau and deadly broadsword of Alea, the cracked bow and Kakama of Levos, the now-blackened Hau and Rapier of Kyr, and of course the elegant twin blades and piercing Akaku of Jurian.I ignited the arrow, sending all my rage and sorrow through the flame. Then without turning I dropped the arrow into the pit.The blaze ignited immediately, the raw material feeding the hungry flames as they eagerly devoured everything in their path. I walked away, the sound of the crackling fire giving me some solace in the cold darkness of night. Turning my back on everything that was, I left the broken city of the forge—the fallen city of the Great Spirit and walked once more into the wilderness. At the gate I turned, affording myself one final glance. I saw the explosion tear through the city—followed by the secondary and tertiary detonations. I smiled a grim smile, my work had been successful, my flames would purge the city of the taint it had suffered. My brothers would be proud to have seen that the entire city was alight as their funeral pyre.I shed no tears at the sight of that blaze, only staring deeply into the distant flames. My city had fallen, my brothers were dead…I would avenge them. A grim resolve grew in me and I hoisted Toa Kyr’s shield high in the air, letting out a bellowing scream of anguish and commitment. Whatever had done this to my people would pay!==============================================================================Review Topic or something
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It's a story I wrote I guess? You can probably read it here maybe.-Janus
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My entry for the contest. I spent a lot of time searching for the USB drive that had the photos when they were on the laptop the whole time! Yeah.PoseFrontSideBackSo, C&CC as always, please...Am I supposed to give any backstory? No? Ok. Edit: Image thumbnailed due to file size. Please keep posted images in BBC to 100 kB.-Wind-
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I've finally finished my contest entry! I know a Toa of fire is a pretty unoriginal idea compared to the things I could've done, but I was just in a Toa-making mood. This actually turned out much better than I expected. The only part I really dislike is the lower legs, which turned out worse than the rest because by the time I got to them I was running out of Mata red. I think I like the arms the most, they turned out really good in my opinion. I'm also especially proud of how much better these pictures are than my older ones, I messed around with them in GIMP and Microsoft Office and it made them so much better. But enough of what I think, I'll just show it to you! (click the ominous dark face up there for the entry picture)PoseAnother PoseHeadFrontBackSideBrickshelf Gallery Comment, constructive criticism, and of course votes are all greatly appreciated!
