recently, my friends, roomates, and myself have started getting together on a night during the week; we light a bunch of candles, turn off all the lights, play some creepy music and sit down for a good ol' smattering of lovecraftian creepyness with the tabletop role-playing game of Call of Cthulu. the whole point is kind of the inverse of typical D&D style games-- instead of cultivating the storyline for a band of characters, in CoC, the whole point (and inevitable outcome) is the eventual death and/or loss of sanity of the character (which usually ends up with death anyway.) regardless of this, we've all lovingly crafted our characters and have actually managed to survive two runs thus far without anyone dying, which apparently is rather unheard of and balls lucky. we'll all sit together, huddled around our character sheets, often terrified of what's truly lurking in the loamy earth of the creepy basement, and end up getting the pants scared off of us.
it is delicious.
in any case, the sketch below depicts my character, Louie "The Hammer" Steele, and ex-pugilist turned rum-runner (the game takes place in the 1920's) He's all brawn, might and fury, towering over the other characters and his only real skills being his immense strength and hand-tohand combat skills. He's not terribly great as a detective, but when physical work need be done, he is damn handy when he's handy. The other character is my roomate's: Miss Dolores Riesling, a museum curator with interest in the occult. (Louie really only likes three things: baseball, whiskey, and Dolores.) I make no attempt to hide the fact that i'll be very, very sad when our dear little characters finally bite the bullet or go mad and kill themselves. such is the life of an investigator in the realm of Lovecraft!