Mordian is the embodiment of the Nazi and 3rd reich in 40k setting. Being racist, pure blood, uniform, jewsterminatus, hitlol, yadda yadda and awesome weaponries and discipline~
the hive world is a highly regimented society, its subjects separated by a caste system of high spire, mid spire, lower spire and underhive inhabitants. Majority of Mordia citizen are conscripted into the guard as imperial tithe, it is a tradition, of martial servitude.
but of course, as you would guess, a low spire soldier could not become lord commander, even if he is blessed by the emprah. the caste system is both a political governing body of the masses as well as a tool of discipline. Officers only came from the top spire and men of lower tiers are to serve them without questions, or it is heresy. With this, throughout millennias, the reputation of the Ironguard as a ruthless, discipline and effective martial force is forged.
Ironhearts is senior veterans of the low spire, (mid spire can buy their way into junior officer while underhivers is cursed with a lifetime as levy troops and cannon fodder) their years of service marking them as heroes of the regiment they come from, but could not promote any further into officer school due to the caste system. Thusly, created the storm-trooper/elite role where they serve out the ends of their lives. Younger Mordians look up to them as grandfather exemplars, legendary hero figures, the old breed, the soul of the fighting regiment and they rally around them. Ironhearts are as much as a spiritual core as well as a fearsome fighting machine. Skills honed throughout a lifetime of war and carnage, these men are cold blooded killers who said farewell to mercy and compassion along with the foes they have slayed along the way, long time ago. what is left is just the honor of serving the imperium till the last day of their life. Most have serious augmentic surgery and holders of the prestigious Iron Aquilla and Macharius Sash.
Here is my portrait of George Reeves as Clark Kent from "The Adventures of Superman" TV series from the 1950s. To me George Reeves will always be Superman personafied. You can have your Chris Reeve and all the others that came after, but none hold a candle to George in my opinion. Colored pencil on Canson colore art paper.
This picture was done for Carnivore Games' RPG "The Unexplained" a paranormal adventure game. The players take on the roles of paranormal investigators and cryptozoologists as they try to prove or debunk whatever the GM throws at them.
The original concept for my illustrations was that they were going to look like pages scribbled in an investigators field notebook. With observations and identification notes added by the researcher. Unfortunately that didn't work out in the layout process and the images were edited for the final product.
This one has a typo that was amended for the final version. Typos, while common in the real world (especially for me!), aren't great for published products.
I can't thank Carnivore Games enough for the opportunity to work for them!
I'm taking a lot of art history classes right now as part of my major, and one theme I noticed was that of the subject matter that was once considered "high art": religion, mythology, nubile young ladies... I decided I need to tackle some really serious liturgical subject matter. So here we are. I am a devout Pastafarian- I have ~25lbs of assorted pasta from Costco in my cupboard right now- so I chose to depict His Holy Noodliness, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, in the cosmic domain.
“Let us sing praise to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for He is a loving God. Of His might and dominion, there is no compare; of His mercy and deliciousness, there is no equal. No other god can challenge Him; in the taste test, He is invincible. Through His pasta, He has blessed us with everlasting life, and holy is His Name. For He is the Flying Spaghetti Monster: the One, True, and Most High God, creator of man and midgit, giver of pasta, giver of sauce, from age to holy age; not created He was, but ever He lives, through the glory of spaghetti, now and forever. R'Amen.”
~ Ishmali Camuwundra "The Cosmic Pastalord: All Hail his Noodliness, he Boiled for our Sins" Acrylic on canvas, 24"x36"