A while back I bought some Ogryn to join my cast of adventurers. I was really looking for folks about like the fellow on the right below, but two more closely resembled the gent on the left.
In fact, he's one of a pair of twins. Here's his brother before I stripped him.
And the vest. And the gun . . .
And the flack jacket. Hmm. Maybe he is green on the inside . . .
I felt the oversized "newhammer" gun had to go and he needed clothing that looked a little less like he was going to sit around the house all day demanding beer. He is, after all, a working ogre. Wait. *ducks*
There was a brief "adult toy" stage to the gun (ribs for pleasure and point for pain) . . .
But old military jokes aside, as it built up it began to look more functional. This is one of the lessons I'm slowly learning. Build it up one small piece at a time. Layers, SP, layers.
And below you can see how he painted up.
For a final bit of comparison to the authentic Olley Ogryn Little Milt. . . . He says "We're buds now George. The little stuntie Walther is my best friend, but you can be my friend too."
George and I are going to get along just fine.
It's been a fun modeling project. I'm still a bit of a green stuff newb, but I think I'll get the hang of this. As always, thanks for reading along.
He's gorgeous! In his fashion!ReplyDelete
His 1920's gangster waistcoat really suits him.ReplyDelete
Your GS skills are gong ahead in leaps & bounds.
What's next on the chopping block?
Great work Symphonic :)
Super nice conversion. And love the paint work. The stripping on the vest is a winner.ReplyDelete
Thank you! I love pinstripes and vests, though sadly my own pinstripe three piece is now many sizes too small. But I figured there's a little Thompson's heritage in that stub gun, so why not go full bore and add in the vest. He's a bruiser with that mashed potato in the middle of his face, but even bruisers can have class, you know what I mean? Maybe the next one needs a fedora. (A cabby in Seoul once told me I had a nice "cowboy hat." I smiled and thanked him and mentioned that it was called a fedora. Amuses me, it does.)ReplyDelete
...an Ogre grabbed me by the scruff of the neck one day while I was kiosk shopping in the market place in Chiloluum. He pushed his big ugly squinty face right up to mine and growled as he took my felt Fedora off my bald head and smashed it down hard over his right ear. His breath stank like catfish stink-bait.ReplyDelete
The only words he grumbled when he pushed me back into a table filled with dried Chuca beans was, "UMM, hat good. Me like. Me take. You go now."