Meet Hammett

So meet Hammett.

We all knew Hammett in school. He was the kid at the back of the class who was chubby and had that awkward facial hair thing going on. Hammett's not bright and he's fairly lazy, but he'll grow out of it as the adventure goes on.

Also meet progressed Hammett.

This Hammett's a bit more presentable than his sketched counterpart, but he's still every bit awkward looking. Although this is a more heroic pose for the purpose of his character sheet, which would have his more charismatic mid-game personality. He's still our hero after all. I've tried to make him look as DOTAish in style as I can, he's not that dark a character however. We'll leave that for the Villain. Painting in a more expressive and confident style is proving quite hard, but in creating this painting I've learned  a fair bit about how colour usage doesn't have to be as complex as in traditional painting.

A little Bit of Back story about our Hero...

Hammett belongs to a race which is divided into two main physical archetypes that have stemmed from generations of different living. He's of the halfling race, a people who grew off of primarilly agricultural and naturalist endeavours. These kind folk cherish family and the earth above all, and their existence is governed by the phrase "Keep on keeping on.".

Hammett himself lives in a satellite village, just off of the trading capital. Although his people stay out of the city, he himself enjoys it's busy streets and loves lazing over the bustling, begrudging "tall folk" than inhabit it. He's the size of a child, and to the quick glance is simple another overfed spawn of overworked parents. He tends to stray from the loyal and hardworking youths of his village, prefering the company of shade and his pet (yet to be designed).

Hammett finds one day, through his noseying on the conversations of well-to-do tall folk, that his home is in danger of occupation by new wealth nobles under order of the prince and general himself. Returning home to find his family and friends forced into constructing these new country estates - Hammett has to use his people's natural abilities, long lost to the tall folk, to find this prince and free his people.

"He's only a prince right? He owns, what? A city or sumthin'? Can't be that hard to get him to change his mind. It's not like he doesn't care 'bout short folk."