Sonntag, 21. Oktober 2007


Dragons Custom Seite

A cordial welcome to my blog, were I am going to add periodically new pics and fanfics for my custom figures.

If you want to see the pictures in LARGE, just click them. And when I mean LARGE, then I mean LARGE.

I will always be happy about comments! :)

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With those figures I do not follow any financial aims, and they are not for sale.

Its ok to link to this site- that would be nice advertising. But please do not link to single pictures. That is not fair, and in that case I would have to remove those pictures.
Its ok to save the pictures into your computer, if for no other reason then for looking at it often.
If so, please let me know, I would love such a form of consolation!

And now: Have fun!! :)

Fisto, the Norse

As Skeletor searched all over Eternia for objects of power, his troops plundered a village that was high in the northern lands. The village´s defenders did their best, but after a long bloody battle, they lost. Only one man still stood: A blacksmith, with great muscles and fists like thunder. He alone wiped half of Skeletors troops away, but was brought down by the superior forces.
The Clawful, a being from the deep seas led the troops. And in a terrible act of contempt for mankind, the Clawful cut off the blacksmith´s hands, and left with his troops.
But the warrior was not willing to die. The villages healer´s been able to sew ONE hand back to his arm. The other hand, the right hand, was too bad fragmented...
After recovery, the blacksmith swore revenge! With his one hand, he forged a giant fist.
A weapon that not even a thing like the Clawful could ever cut. With red hot metal bolts he attached the fist to his arm...
He packed his bag, took his war-hammer and left the village. To the south. To join the forces he heard of, those who stood against Skeletor. Those who could help him take revenge. And months later, when he arrived, he had concurred so many foes that his fame already reached the Masters.
The man they knew as Fisto, the mercenary from north!

Fisto is my favourite character. Since the 80´s. I did my best with him. And I always had seen him as a viking. The necklace he is wearing is the same that I have. I made it out of the parts of his armour that I cut off. His armour looks much more "real" now, then it did with the lilac stuff.
I sewed him a kilt. After I cut off his old loincloth I also cut off the brightwork he had on it, and the little bottle and bag on the backside. The kilt I sewed him was quite a challenge. Its not easy sewing a kilt for a guy who´s only some inches high. I sewed the kilt into his belt (like I did it with Skeletors cape to his armour) and so this piece of clothing looks like its ever been there. And I attached the bag, the bottle and the brightwork to his belt also.
I gave him shoes out of real fur. They look much more authentic now I think.
And I gave him a war hammer. I have the same thing here, 1:1 size, massive and weighing 14 pounds. I KNOW his hammer looks a bit...lame. But when I did those pictures I needed one, so I quickly made this. A better hammer for him and real legs for my Ram Man are things I´ll do sometime..

The ronin Tri-Klops

Word was given to the great emperor of the eastern empire that one of his younger Samurais is guilty for breaking one of the greatest taboos: The use of technology. And according to all laws there was only ONE punsihment.
To burn his eyes out.
And so it was done. With still hissing and burning holes in his face, the Samurai was brought to his cabin, where he had to heal, and as a Ronin would soon be sent far away from his emperor´s kingdom.
But the Ronin had plans.
Loosing his naturals eyes was one of those plans. Days before, he stole the three cursed gem´s out of his emperors personal rooms. Mystical crystals, that could give a man great power.
The Ronin opened a secret drawer, and placed a set of technology upon his head. The technology started to work. Wires and needles crawled deep inside his head, his skull and his brain. In agonizing pain, he fell unconscious.
When he woke up, he saw. Saw with three horrifying eyes.
He was now the Tri-Klops....!

These asian signs mean "Three" and "Eye"

These asian signs mean "Wealth" and "Samurai"


Colouring him was the most difficult part. After I decided to paint his skin, I recognized what crappy idea that was. After alot of cursing I dealt with that.
I always saw Klops as an asian. His clothing and sword just screamed "SAMURAI".
And so the colouring started.

The Power sword- stainless steel

When the Scorceress of Grayskull faced the danger of standing alone against all evil troops, the ghost of the Castle spoke to her. It said, in greatest danger, a warrior will come. The promised He-Man will arrive and rescue Eternia.
The Scorceress ran into the deepest caverns within the castle, went deep inside the Power core- the crystal chamber- and prayed to the long dead elders that once lived inside these walls.
Her prayer was heard, and the Castle itself forged a sword. The sword disappeared and searched the whole planet for the one. The one who will be worth to hold the power.
The one that will become the He-Man!

The sword I made is actually the same every action figure helds when you open the package. I altered the grip as you can see. I never liked those "metal spikes" coming out. I split open the part where the sword should be placed in, and I cut the old sword in half- so I was able to put those parts in the middle also on my sword. That means, the sword looks the same from both sides!
Oh, and yes, the grip can still be twisted.

Mekaneck the scout

As a young scout wandered through the Eternian forests, he was caught by the Beast Man. In a horrible act of sadism, the Beast broke the scout´s neck. Slowly. Not to kill the young man, but to leave him there on the ground. Alive.
Days passed, and the young scout layed there, unable to move one muscle.
Short before he died, he was found by an Eternian troop and brought back to the castle. But no healer could help him. So he faced the fate of only communicating with rolling his eyes...
After months, the Man at Arms visited the helpless one. And made an offer: To restore ALL mobility. But with a big price. But the young man rolled his eyes for "Yes".
Weeks later he was given a new body. Mechanical parts as a spine made him able to strech his steel neck to long distances. But his own body it was no longer. A large computer that controlls the movements and a battery that powers everything is the price he pays. He always has to wear those on his chest. But from that day on he knew he was the one who could bring every secret from the evil troops into daylight. Known by his callsign: Mekaneck!

For this custom I split open the body and altered the mechanism. His neck now can go up and down and left and right without twisting his hip.
Paintjob was hell of work. I mean: HEY!! That guy is a SCOUT! No way he wears primary colours so that everyone can see him from long distances!

Skeletor- the evil warlock

As Randor´s half-brother who would sit on the throne one day, Keldor had always felt hate against his rival. Striving for power as he was, but his blue skin and his foreign facial features had always given him the touch of a stranger, unknown.
Although his mother died while his birth, Keldor always blamed his father, the king. And when he was old enough to recognize that only Randor could ascend to the throne, his hatred against the royal family grew into the endless.
Longer and longer he spent his days and nights in the librarys, searching for lost knowledge, until he felt the power of magic in himself one day. He had stepped into the world of the supernatural. So he continued his search for wisdom that no one lese had, to gain more and more power.
Many years the boy sat in dark cellars and read vorbidden books, until one day the power in his dark heart came alive. Endless was his joy as he uncovered how to open a path to his inner powers. And more and more tha gates to magic opened up for him.

Years past, in which he collected knowledge. Acting before his family like someone who wanted to see the world, his voyages been nothing more then the search for more and more might, magical artefacts and new sources to energy.

And when his spells made it possible for him to ensure the brute powers of fighters and monsters for his great aim, he began a mad dash against the castle of Eternis. His home.

His half brother Randor confronted him during the fight. And as the started to battle without any words, Keldor rammed the tip of one of his swords deep inside Randor´s knee.
Randor fell, in agonizing pain.
Victory before his eyes, Keldor wanted his opponent to die in brutal pain. And so he poured acid onto his face...

Duncan, an old friend of Randor, took in the same moment a shot against the acid´s weak vessel.
The acid sprayed away from the shot- and right into Keldors face, crawled inside his flesh around his whole head.
Slowly the driplets flooded his face, skin and flesh. Ate his nerves. Eyes. Everything.
Screaming in pain, his myrmidions took him away to their hideout. A cavern deep under the mountain with the snake atop.
Almost driven insane by the anguish, Keldor had instinctive contact to magic forces he never even imagined to have, or could reach under normal circumstances. His magical shriek of pain even reached other worlds, and a being...that heard Keldor.
In bargain for loyality, Keldor got into a covenant. The being ate the acid from the world afar, and all flesh that was left out- and inside his skull.
But Keldor did not die. His essence was obtained by the bones, and suddenly, magic eyes stared out of the dead eye sockets.

Since that day, a hood covered his skull, but he is not able to pull it so deep down not to earn his new name day after day after day: Skeletor. The evil warlock.

Oh the pics arent so good, everythings seems to be a bit yellow. Be assured: It isnt yellow..
Making him was stressy. Not even the colours (a magician MUST wear gold and black) but also the clothing. I removed his old plastic hood and sewed one made of velvet. The cape is made of the same. I sewed the cape INTO the armour, what was pretty nasty. Killed my fingertips. But now the cape wont ever come off!
Making the horns from the skull on his stuff go straight up was difficult. I heated the thing up until it was bendable, and then- I held it until the horns were stiff again. Another fingertip-killer.
The golden ribbons are there to make a connection to the 80´s movie version of Skeletor. I imagine my version like a mixture of the move and the 200x Skeletor.

Sy-Clone: The Storm Cut

1000 years ago:

The emperor of Anwat Gar was in despair. His Troops decimated, the barbaric hordes of the adjacent kingdoms were closing in.
Not the new powderfire, nor the magic spells of the magicians could slow down the enormous mass of murderously flesh wich someone, if able to bear the sight, could call an "army".
The enemy stood before the gates. The great City of Anwat Gar was short before its last defeat.
Then the magicians and inventors entered the great hall in the emperors palace, with a new hope in their eyes.
A symbiosis of magic and technology could save the empire!
A few days ago, a gravely damaged junk made it back to the Anwat harbour, the seamen reported a "storm, almost human in its behaviour". THIS storm was now considered to be found!
So the magicians set sail to find this storm, while the inventors started their work in the doubtful safety of their workspaces.
And the magicians found the storm! But the storm was wayward, unwilling to listen to the moaning and weeping. But then he was promised a human body, and that changed it all!

The Walls of Anwat Gar were on fire, as the junk entered the harbour. Just in time the magicians brought the bewitched bottle that held the storm to the inventors, who just finished their work on the mechanical man the wore a blurred print of the emperor´s son.

And the elemental storm found its body.
Arms and fingers moved, legs walked, and the hip...rotated!
Thankful for this body, the storm hurried like a cyclone into the enemies. And a few days later, the threat was no more. Anwat Gar´s newest warrior had won the war almost by himself.
And the people reveled this weapon, gave it the name Sy-clone and worshippid it like it worshipped the emperor once.
And the emperor was not happy.
The "thing" had won the war, now the thing had to leave!
A lie decoyed the Sy-Clone deep into the catacombs, where he was placed right next to a head-high bottle...full of powderfire!
The explosion collapsed the whole catacomb system...

To be sure of his own safety, the emperor ordered that never ever technology would be allowed in Anwat Gar! (An order that still was active 1000 years later, and was broken by a young Samurai)

Thousand years later: today
The examination site of Anwat Gar.

"Master! Please come quick, I found something!"
"What is it?"
"It looks like..a statue? But its maltreated, like somethings scratched away the colours."
"Not scratched. This lookes like the colours got..burned away or something.
IS this a statue? I see wires and metal! Did the statue just mov....*

I painted it with yellow and lilac colours- in three layers. And then I used a colour called "Mithril Silver" and drybrushed the parts I wanted to look like the colour would have been scratched off. Sounds easy, but took alot of time, because of the several layers of colour I made.
And the spikes in his blade and arms and legs are made from real stainless steel, so no colour there.