This is a personal project, just an stilyzed character
It was a short project, it took me about two weeks, I was trying some different textures for this character, there were no previous sketch, I got some ideas in my mind then got them clear using Zbrush that is the software I use the most to sketch my characters.
base mesh from CC4 and Zbrush textured on Substance Painter, shading and render in Maya and Arnold, compo using PSD
K’isa: The Dormant Flame
In the lower districts of Vertigo, a massive city-hive that licked the toxic clouds and spat rust onto its inhabitants, K’isa was born. The name, which in the old Quechua tongue refers to a small, sifted grain—a remnant—stuck with him, a verbal scar symbolizing his insignificant start. Yet, beneath the skin marked with the melancholy of soot, his eyes burned with an untamed blue spark. Vertigo was not a city; it was a festering wound, a monument to the greed that had devoured the sky and the earth.
From childhood, K’isa knew the bitter taste of acid rain and the hollow echo of legends about a better world. His clan, the “Iron Weavers,” subsisted in the city’s depths, mending what others discarded. It was his grandmother, an elder with the wisdom of the debris, who first told him about the “Dormant Flame,” an ancient, vital power, forgotten beneath layers of contamination, capable of purifying and restoring the world.
K’isa was not a dreamer; he was a doer. With each passing day, he watched Vertigo suffocate, his friends fall sick, and hope corrode. The tribal marks he painted on his face were not just symbols of his lineage; they were a silent manifesto, a promise etched onto his skin. The weathered leather of his vest and his worn boots were his armor against the rot. Every strap and pouch carried the tools of his obsession: old maps from before the Great Fall, fragments of forgotten technology, and the iron faith that beneath all the rust and venom, the Dormant Flame still waited to be ignited.
His goal wasn’t merely to survive; it was to awaken. He, the insignificant K’isa, would defy the tyranny of decay. He didn’t seek to escape Vertigo, but to force it to breathe again. K’isa knew his journey would be long and perilous, but his resolve was as tough as the metal he repaired. He had become the living proof that even the smallest seed can harbor the greatest ambition for restoration.
some early RAW renders
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Here I was testing initial textures with short brush strokes
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