At the beginning,
I wrote LANTHANIDS as a movie scenario; the idea was to valorize some models I had realised a few time ago;
Then I started storyboarding some part of the story, and I also build new models, some senery...and the baby grew up.
j'ai écris LANTHANIDS comme un scenario;
il s'agissait de valoriser des maquettes que j'avais réalisé quelques temps auparavant. Et puis je me suis mis à le storyboarder en partie et a construire de nouvelles maquettes d'engins, quelques decor miniatures... et le bébé a grandit.
La suite /next
ALTERRA1 STORYLINEShort Introduction
GEOGRAPHY/PLANETPresentation & Climatology
SHORT STORIESLanthanids (french+english 9000words)
Rouge & Or (Français, 3000mots)
Rouge: le projet BD..
Powersuit female pilot, figure.
AIR VEHICLESFlying Bike Kampferd
Flying Bike winged Kampferd
Flying Bike Sharknoze
Son's Invasion Submarines
Rel's special Mecha
Mechas 1/72 kits
Power Suit KARUNG
Power Suit GURTEL
The Millepode design story
The Millepode 1/72 model
ARSENAL: Individual Weapons:Vena's Plasma Mauser
|LANTHANIDS, graphic novel (still in construction)
Vena, a young noble woman, must leave the heedless world of youth in order to fight at the border.
Inexperienced and in the hostile solitude of the mountain agitated by dangerous volcanic phenomena, she confronts the Lone One, an infallible and determined enemy.
The multicoloured ball bounced in the grass, then rolled just to Vena’s feet. She was a gracious young woman, with a lithe, agile body and the rosy smile of the youth. She had just emerged from childhood.
Her hair, a glossy luxuriant brown, reaches to her shoulders. It framed a multi-race face of regular features around whose perpetually moving mouth a smile played.
She was ‘Daughter of the Miracle’, descended directly from one of the first colonists to arrive on Alterra. She was married to a quiet young man from the house of Feir that she had known forever, and whom she thought she loved.
For the moment, she was watching over a group of young children in the park. On the night-blue cloth of her dress, lively dragonflies, flashing scarabs, swirling butterflies pirouetting like the dreams of teenagers, all embroidered with fine metallic threads. The sun speckled the garden through the antlers of the cedars in brassy bursts, and into this ephemeral Eden of laughing children, like thunder, the Duty landed.