Nero’s expressions~
Nero’s expressions~
I have a few small comics in a project that I want to finish once. I wasn’t sure if I should post WIPs on Tumblr, but I think Heinrix turned out quite cute in these panels.
I made a tattoo reference sheet for Nero and included some notes. Ideally, I would need a 3D model of both of his arms and place all the tattoos on them. But that’s for later, for now, this sheet suffices.
you mentioned that Saimarith is half-born, but is there anyone who he thinks of as being family? Perhaps a vat-made or another incubus that he works with frequently?
what is Nero's relationship with Abelard like?
Saimarth scorns everyone in Commorragh. Considering his birth, the concept of a family is beyond his understanding. When he was in the Kabal, and then as an acolyte in his Shrine, forming a deep connection with someone required a level of trust that he could not afford until he became Incubus. He sees himself as superior to everyone, even though he is a half-born and his small Shrine can’t boast of big success. He just believes that his ambitions are greater than those of others. Saimarith especially loathes Archons and other hierarchs, who don’t recognise his potential to be more than a mere spy for their rivals. He sees other Drukhari as creatures with empty existence, consumed by the pleasure of pain and intoxicated by the suffering of others, with no purpose in life other than to stab each other mindlessly and prolong the moment of being consumed by She Who Thirst. In his Shrine, he has only a few companions among the veterans who share his point of view. At least he can turn his back without worrying about being killed from behind by them, as there is no competition between them.
But that’s it.
Nero respects and trusts Abelard as much as anyone else, understanding that he is probably not the heir Werserian would like to see as the next Rogue Trader. In the past, Nero had killed many officers from the Navis Imperialis while leading pirate void vessels, so he assumed that Abelard might see him as an enemy and try to fix the mistake he had made by asking Nero to take over the Rogue Trader position in the dare time. However, Abelard only proved his loyalty to his new captain, and all of Nero’s fears about his seneschal’s intends faded away over time.
Nero values him and his family members. By making the Werserian house stand above the noble houses in Dragonus, he showed who he really trusts.
Abelard’s tutelage stirs something in Nero’s memory. Although he doesn’t remember his father well enough to be certain, something in Abelard’s tone makes him feel as though Abelard treats him as a father would. This does not annoy him as much as it might. Sometimes Nero listens to his advices.
Thank you for your questions!🖤
‘I want you to be my bodyguard.’
With adoration in his eyes, Nero gazed at the enormous horned figure in dark green armour. He contemplated the klaves resembling wings, as well as the trophies of the defeated foes that were hanging from them. Light danced inside the cracked green spirit stone on his horned helmet. A crack reminiscing of a battle scar crossed the left lens of the white mask. Nero took a drag on his Lho-stick waiting for a response from the Dark Eldar. Yet the figure before him remained silent and motionless, like a statue. The xenos didn’t even look in the Rogue Trader’s direction. His eyes gazed off into the distance of the Dark City. The human’s words were falling on deaf ears.
‘I will pay you enough in slaves, artefacts and provisions to satisfy you and your Shrine.’
The dark figure remained silent. Drukhari leisurely turned his back and walked away from the mon-keigh, who seemed to be wasting his time. Suddenly, the sound of a filthy human voice calling his name made him stop.
‘I don’t know if Marazhai Aezyrraesh, the Dracon of the Reaving Tempest, has told you about our adventures together, but he has told me about you, Saimarith.’ Nero took another drag and noticed that the winged figure had stopped. He smiled ominously, triumphing in his success in winning the Drukhari’s attention back. Marazhai said the truth. Saimarith understood Low-Gothic. ‘I have a feeling that we both want the same thing. We both want to prove that we are the strongest among of our kind. I need your impeccable skills in battlefield to help me achieve that.’
The Drukhari moved his head slightly and looked askance at Nero. It was the first time their eyes met. The Rogue Trader and the Incubus stared at each other in silence for a while, neither moving. At last, the xenos turned his body fully around, fixing the mon-keigh with his gaze. A shift moment and Saimarith shortened the distance between them. Now he was standing uncomfortably close. He grabbed Nero’s chin with his clawed hand, harshly turning his head to the right side with a crack of the mon-keigh’s neck, revealing the Marazhai’s brand hidden under his black hair. Nero could feel the claws digging into his skin and blood running down his throat, but he didn’t bat an eyelid.
‘Who am I going to make a covenant with? Is it you, plaything, or your master?’ Finally, Nero could hear the cold, deep voice coming from the pallid mask. It wasn’t the sickeningly sweet sound he was used to hearing. Unlike Marazhai’s, this voice was like an enveloping, dark, viscous swamp.
‘You make a covenant with me, a Rogue Trader of the Koronus Expanse. I can offer you far more than any Archon in Commorragh, Saimarith.’ Nero’s eyes were burning as he spoke with effort. ‘I know that you crave battles and slaughter more than torturing pathetic slaves at your disposal. I promise you gory battlegrounds and worthy opponents. Thousands of Worlds will be your arenas.’ A wide, confident smile cracked his face like another ugly scar. He felt the grip on his chin tighten. If it went on any longer, his jawbone would break, yet he didn’t resist, nor did he try to release himself from Saimarith’s grip. Adrenaline pounded through his head and his heart raced furiously in his chest. As the moment when the pleasure of the pain flashed through Rogue Trader’s body, Saimarith growled and released his grip. Nero’s chin was burning and his neck was aching as if a muscle tissue had been torn. The years he spent in Captain’s Chamber feasting with Marazhai paid off. No matter how intense the sensation is, he no longer flinches in pain like before. His “master” taught him to embrace and savour the agony until the last drop.
Saimarith cocked his head, appraising the human in front of him. He recalled how Marazhai had spoken about his pet as though it were his equal. That was intriguing. The Incubus still doubted whether he could trust this lowly creature and his promise. Although the mon-keigh was right, he longed for warfare and trophies from mighty warriors. The Archons in Dark City held him in low esteem, assuming that spying was the best his small Shrine could offer. Saimarith didn’t remember the last time his Klaive praised Khaine’s name in a gory battle.
Centuries without battles and raids had weakened Saimarith’s muscles, but not his spirit. He still remembered the time when his Shrine of the Poisoned Silence was renowned for its skilled, ruthless warriors. If he wanted to become the next Klaivex and change his Shrine for the better, he had to be stronger, otherwise, they would all perish. If a Kabal or a larger Shrine were to attack, they wouldn’t survive. Most of his despicable brothers and sisters were cowards and weaklings who had forgotten how to wield a klaive. He wondered if the Dracon of the Reaving Tempest or his pet knew that.
The silence felt like an eternity. The air seemed to grow heavy. Nero gazed at Saimarith in anticipation, ignoring that deep wounds left by xenos’ gauntlet on his chin kept bleeding. His expression turned serious. Rogue Trader couldn’t read Saimarith’s expression behind his pale mask, and it made him feel nervous.
At last, the Incubus nodded briefly. The covenant was made.
Nero grinned. Behind his crooked triumphant smile, he managed to conceal his genuine relief at the sickening tension. Finally, he took a long last drag on the Lho-stick before throwing it down and stubbing it out with his boot.
I keep hearing that over and over, but Nero is not gen related to the Eldar. He’s not an Eldar, he did not have his ears surgically modified. He is a human, a voidborn. His ears are just slightly pointed, that’s all. I like to draw his features as sharp and edgy as possible to convey his character
Yesterday I brought you Heinrix, today I bring you Marazhai. WIP
Made this study to understand Kibellah’s face better, or at least to maintain consistency. I just like this stupid uneven strand of her hair on early concept art
Remade Nero’s drip a bit with tattoo updates.