<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:09:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imagineers</title><subtitle type='html'>From the Kafkaesque imagination of four daft siblings.
Brought to you from the makers of time and space with no additives included.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329157609882330</id><published>2006-07-18T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:46:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/metailkka%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/metailkka%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metalikka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329157609882330?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329157609882330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329157609882330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329157609882330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329157609882330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/metalikka.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329138679892679</id><published>2006-07-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:43:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transformation of Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirit5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirit5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329138679892679?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329138679892679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329138679892679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329138679892679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329138679892679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/transformation-of-spirit.html' title='The Transformation of Spirit'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329133256555481</id><published>2006-07-18T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:42:12.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirit4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329133256555481?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329133256555481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329133256555481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329133256555481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329133256555481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115329133256555481.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329130061976435</id><published>2006-07-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:41:40.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329130061976435?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329130061976435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329130061976435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329130061976435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329130061976435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115329130061976435.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329126257977083</id><published>2006-07-18T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:41:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329126257977083?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329126257977083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329126257977083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329126257977083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329126257977083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115329126257977083.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329120054627548</id><published>2006-07-18T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:45:03.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirits1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirits1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl is supposed to be 16. yea, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329120054627548?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329120054627548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329120054627548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329120054627548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329120054627548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-girl-is-supposed-to-be-16.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329103265429449</id><published>2006-07-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:37:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Splitinfinity%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Splitinfinity%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SplitInfinity&lt;/strong&gt;. twin brother and sister. the female is split and the male is infinity but when you speak of them in the same breath you just say both names together. here, they are pictured to show their roles in their relationship. infinity is the dominant protector and split is the submissive nurturer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329103265429449?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329103265429449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329103265429449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329103265429449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329103265429449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/splitinfinity.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329065198115172</id><published>2006-07-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:30:51.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/visionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/visionary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visionary&lt;/strong&gt;. visionary is a space pirate currently involved in a storyline searching for &lt;strong&gt;the royal&lt;/strong&gt;, also known as the embodiment of blue magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329065198115172?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329065198115172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329065198115172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329065198115172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329065198115172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/visionary_18.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329047759742467</id><published>2006-07-18T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:27:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/hitchhiker2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/hitchhiker2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitchhiker&lt;/strong&gt;. Hitch is a teleporter. he catches rides on spatial frequencies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329047759742467?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329047759742467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329047759742467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329047759742467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329047759742467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/hitchhiker.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329035160671797</id><published>2006-07-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:25:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/foolish%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/foolish%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fool&lt;/strong&gt;. fool is actually scatterbrain from another reality. check out his clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329035160671797?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329035160671797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329035160671797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329035160671797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329035160671797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/fool.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115329006316651056</id><published>2006-07-18T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:23:56.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Diaz&amp;Shining%20Star%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Diaz%26Shining%20Star%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kameron Diaz (Porter).&lt;/strong&gt; okay, about this name, a long time ago cameron diaz was a model and a nobody. so one time i see her in a seventeen mag and she looks like a baby lizard and i'm like ive got to draw her! it was hard. but anyway it always stuck in my mind that i thought cameron was a cool name for a girl. this will add up eventually. so, marvel had this character called fabian cortez and he was in magneto's acolytes. i was like &lt;strong&gt;man, that is a cool name! &lt;/strong&gt;so subconsciously cameron's name comes to mind actually i wasnt totally sure what her last name was, i just new it ended in "ez" short story shorter kameron diaz is a rip off of fabian cortez. seehow the syllables match up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool fact:&lt;/strong&gt; the monacle diaz is wearing materializes from a  symbiotic  teardrop in his right eye and it came from the same experimental weapons lab as rascal's staff and starchasers gun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115329006316651056?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115329006316651056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115329006316651056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329006316651056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115329006316651056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/kameron-diaz-porter.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115328951319828406</id><published>2006-07-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:11:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/chukkles%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/chukkles%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chukkles&lt;/strong&gt;. Chukkles is a little insane. He is heir to the Kysha throne and is Starchaser's older brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115328951319828406?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115328951319828406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115328951319828406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115328951319828406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115328951319828406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/chukkles_18.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115208181189237721</id><published>2006-07-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:43:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/gravedancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/gravedancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave Dancer of the Seventeens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115208181189237721?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115208181189237721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115208181189237721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208181189237721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208181189237721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/grave-dancer-of-seventeens.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115208172647880147</id><published>2006-07-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:42:06.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/ultragirl%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/ultragirl%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultragirl of Star Defense. Ultragirl is a hoot. she's grumpy and violent. she and her boyfriend Avex are both superstrong and always entangled in domestic violence. they once leveled a mountain side in one of their bouts. theyre always leveling something. she has the temper, he's just defending himself (mostly). but theyre the good guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115208172647880147?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115208172647880147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115208172647880147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208172647880147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208172647880147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/ultragirl-of-star-defense.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115208144699356025</id><published>2006-07-04T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:37:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Big%20Daddy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Big%20Daddy%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Big Daddy, isnt he cool? He's a big southern crimelord. he is the leader of the criminal organization, The Family (which consists of his own family) and the Southern Belles, a female assassin group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115208144699356025?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115208144699356025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115208144699356025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208144699356025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208144699356025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-big-daddy-isnt-he-cool-hes-big.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115208049516900652</id><published>2006-07-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:21:35.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME OLDIES, GOODIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard%20fight44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard%20fight44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post some work from our eeeearly years. see, we used to do more than pin ups. these are the glorified 80s darlings, the Bloodguard of Earth. ok, theyre actually 90s and 00s darlings too but back then there was only one of us that could draw really good and basically he only wanted to draw his own characters, the creep. anyways this is the group that saw the most action. what's happening here? actually its quite amusing in hindsight. the Bloodguard (Emrra, Xanst, Joba, Trell and Astro-naught(who is not actually a member but Metal Man's (who is not pictured) brother) are attempting to stop Gigantor who is a high god (a being of immeasureable might) and his minon Spacehawk while Trell is infused with more power from the jeweled being known as the Leader (a demi-god and assembler of the Bloodguard) to protect them all. It wouldnt matter if Trell sucked the Leader dry it still wouldnt be enough to take on Gigantor.  ah, the good ole' days....sigghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115208049516900652?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115208049516900652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115208049516900652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208049516900652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115208049516900652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-oldies-goodie.html' title='SOME OLDIES, GOODIE!'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207891414704647</id><published>2006-07-04T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:55:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard%20saves%20emrra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard%20saves%20emrra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we posted this picture for a reason, to make a point. I dont know how many artists this has ever happened to, but call us gullible.  peers, friends, relatives, often awed by our talent would want to share it with others. "ooo, let me show my brother, let me show my aunt, my fish whatever", and we would oblige them since we 'used' to be nice. well, when it came time for returning we'd get the excuses, "my cousin spilled juice on it, my little brother wasted kool-aid on it, i accidently dropped it in the toilet or just plain, "i lost it".  we lost a lot of pictures this way. once or twice we called their bluffs and just demanded it anyway. this was one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207891414704647?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207891414704647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207891414704647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207891414704647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207891414704647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-we-posted-this-picture-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207845258046841</id><published>2006-07-04T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:47:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard%20under%20control%20whole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard%20under%20control%20whole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more Bloodguard, told you they were celebrities. roaster changes costume changes, i think this is late 80s early 90s. of course that's not in stone because my memory is shot. honestly i feel like ive been on an acid trip for most of my life. anyways, once again unknown villian, but now we have the addition of Bane (the guy on the far left) Emrra's husband, in the back on the right, Cherry Bomb, and in the front Raydeen, Gillian's twin brother. Raydeen and Gillian are also Emrra's Siblings. nobody knew this at first its sooo As the World Turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207845258046841?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207845258046841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207845258046841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207845258046841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207845258046841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-more-bloodguard-told-you-they.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207796931907779</id><published>2006-07-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:39:29.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard%20escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard%20escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yyeeeaa...go for it! in the center, Trell, starting from left to right: Xanst, Emrra, Metal Man (later to transform into Metal Beast and lastly into Pulse), Gillian, and Xanst's twin sister Joba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207796931907779?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207796931907779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207796931907779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207796931907779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207796931907779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207752321336923</id><published>2006-07-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:32:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great picture for its time. we loved this one. not only did it feature the bloodguard but two guest appearances by characters that were not created by the artist. that's the fire guy in front, firestone, and the yellow woman in the back, null, created by two different siblings. The bad guys here actually have names this time. Galax and Galaxiian are the sons of Lord Black Dragon. There's a royal family of people who have the ability to morph into giant dragons. some have even chosen to keep that form permenantly reguarding the human body the weaker form. Galax and Galaxiian do not posess the ability to change into dragons. their ability lies in their strength and emotions. the angrier they get the smarter the get and they do posses the dragon family strength of pressing over 400 tons. so, really, i dont know what firestone is thinking his face is about to be whacked into mush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207752321336923?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207752321336923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207752321336923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207752321336923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207752321336923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-was-great-picture-for-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207607344728294</id><published>2006-07-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:07:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/bloodguard44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/bloodguard44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the beloved Bloodguard of Earth, the stars of the 80's. they were drawn to death. they had good agents. I dont know who these bad guys were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207607344728294?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207607344728294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207607344728294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207607344728294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207607344728294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-beloved-bloodguard-of-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115207537246982929</id><published>2006-07-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:56:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW...</title><content type='html'>I know what you're saying. you're saying "where are all the action shots? the comic panels? these are just a bunch of pretty poses". &lt;strong&gt;I KNOOOOWW!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I say that all the time and let me tell you those queries are redundant. we used to do that stuff back when we were younger, more adventerous and before the pc. Computers ruined us, made us lazy, and drew our attention to many nether regions. Don't get me wrong, we have plenty of creative fodder its just harder to concentrate on it. We have tons of pictures and stories and other written text that seriously, honestly not over stating this, is more material than marvel, dc, and image put together. And I gurantee you if you reguared it as anything it would probably be "This is pretty good, ive never quite heard of things explained this way. interesting. seriously, i'm not bs'ing you. you guys are talented." to which we would respond, "thank you." Now back to reality, we really are hoping to explode onto the comic scene some way and some day. I know some people say the industry is dead but you can say that about anything. With the right hype anything can be successful, look at Paris Hilton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115207537246982929?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207537246982929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115207537246982929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207537246982929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115207537246982929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know.html' title='I KNOW...'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115203503727680012</id><published>2006-07-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:43:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Backgrounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/scatterbrain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/scatterbrain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scatterbrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115203503727680012?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115203503727680012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115203503727680012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115203503727680012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115203503727680012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/face-backgrounds_04.html' title='Face Backgrounds'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200156014400223</id><published>2006-07-04T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:26:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200156014400223?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200156014400223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200156014400223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200156014400223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200156014400223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200148244655353</id><published>2006-07-04T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:24:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/splitinfinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/splitinfinity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split Infinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200148244655353?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200148244655353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200148244655353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200148244655353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200148244655353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/split-infinity.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200140629347822</id><published>2006-07-04T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:23:26.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/decimator%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/decimator%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decimator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200140629347822?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200140629347822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200140629347822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200140629347822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200140629347822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/decimator.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200130269634669</id><published>2006-07-04T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:21:42.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/warlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/warlock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warlock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200130269634669?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200130269634669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200130269634669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200130269634669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200130269634669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/warlock.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200121615543067</id><published>2006-07-04T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:20:16.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/sanspebbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/sanspebbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanspebbles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200121615543067?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200121615543067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200121615543067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200121615543067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200121615543067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/sanspebbles.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200103786181407</id><published>2006-07-04T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:18:32.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/illusiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/illusiona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200103786181407?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200103786181407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200103786181407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200103786181407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200103786181407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/illusiona.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200087962150992</id><published>2006-07-04T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:14:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/chukkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/chukkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chukkles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200087962150992?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200087962150992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200087962150992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200087962150992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200087962150992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/chukkles.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200026975705290</id><published>2006-07-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:04:29.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/rascals%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/rascals%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200026975705290?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200026975705290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200026975705290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200026975705290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200026975705290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/rascal.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200021437192537</id><published>2006-07-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:03:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/hothead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/hothead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hothead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200021437192537?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200021437192537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200021437192537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200021437192537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200021437192537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/hothead.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200014861109432</id><published>2006-07-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:02:28.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/cobali%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/cobali%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Cobali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200014861109432?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200014861109432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200014861109432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200014861109432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200014861109432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/lord-cobali.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115200004344659000</id><published>2006-07-04T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:00:43.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/visionary%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/visionary%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115200004344659000?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115200004344659000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115200004344659000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200004344659000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115200004344659000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/visionary.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199981805861654</id><published>2006-07-04T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:56:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/dolphin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolfin of The Elements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199981805861654?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199981805861654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199981805861654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199981805861654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199981805861654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/dolfin-of-elements.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199889258963644</id><published>2006-07-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:41:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Design Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/static.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/static.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Static of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199889258963644?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199889258963644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199889258963644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199889258963644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199889258963644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/costume-design-sketches.html' title='Costume Design Sketches'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199874934501994</id><published>2006-07-04T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:39:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/MAESTRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/MAESTRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maestro is a demi-god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199874934501994?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199874934501994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199874934501994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199874934501994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199874934501994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/maestro-is-demi-god.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199864480419430</id><published>2006-07-04T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:37:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/witchstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/witchstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch Stone is one of the seven Sinclair sister, one of which is Krystblade. She is a member of the Lost Gurlz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199864480419430?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199864480419430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199864480419430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199864480419430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199864480419430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/witch-stone-is-one-of-seven-sinclair.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199845756982881</id><published>2006-07-04T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:34:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/disdam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/disdam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disdam of Punk Nation. Check out his pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199845756982881?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199845756982881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199845756982881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199845756982881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199845756982881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/disdam-of-punk-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199830948731525</id><published>2006-07-04T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:31:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/knukkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/knukkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knukkles and Joiryde are clones of Rascal and Jumbo of the Collectors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199830948731525?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199830948731525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199830948731525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199830948731525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199830948731525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/knukkles-and-joiryde-are-clones-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199811991164000</id><published>2006-07-04T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:28:39.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/joiryde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/joiryde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joiryde partner in crime with Knukkles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199811991164000?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199811991164000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199811991164000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199811991164000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199811991164000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/joiryde-partner-in-crime-with-knukkles.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199795703429569</id><published>2006-07-04T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:25:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/badge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badge, Leader of Avant Garde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199795703429569?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199795703429569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199795703429569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199795703429569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199795703429569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/badge-leader-of-avant-garde.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199766000081749</id><published>2006-07-04T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:21:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/prince%20babylon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/prince%20babylon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Babylon, Ruler of Canterbury, British France. One of triplet brothers Goodkind (Prince Bedlam and Badge).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199766000081749?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199766000081749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199766000081749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199766000081749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199766000081749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/prince-babylon-ruler-of-canterbury_04.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199730279190703</id><published>2006-07-04T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:15:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/brutal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/brutal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal of Punk Nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199730279190703?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199730279190703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199730279190703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199730279190703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199730279190703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/brutal-of-punk-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199715806305715</id><published>2006-07-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:12:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/sinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/sinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sinner alias Mohandus von Baden. Godfather of the Church of Sanctuary. Also alias "unbeknowsted" to him Uriel the Archangel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199715806305715?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199715806305715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199715806305715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199715806305715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199715806305715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/sinner-alias-mohandus-von-baden.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199641056737581</id><published>2006-07-03T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:01:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/tai%20san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/tai%20san.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Shan, Leader of the Clan of the Dragon Fist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199641056737581?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199641056737581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199641056737581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199641056737581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199641056737581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/tai-shan-leader-of-clan-of-dragon-fist.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199619986974563</id><published>2006-07-03T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:56:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/battlewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/battlewing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlewing of Anarchy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199619986974563?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199619986974563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199619986974563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199619986974563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199619986974563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/battlewing-of-anarchy.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199611909938024</id><published>2006-07-03T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:55:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/chiquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/chiquita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquita of Lord Black Dragon's Dragon's Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199611909938024?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199611909938024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199611909938024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199611909938024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199611909938024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/chiquita-of-lord-black-dragons-dragons.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199601272093662</id><published>2006-07-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:53:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/dame%20roseblade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/dame%20roseblade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame Roseblade of Dames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199601272093662?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199601272093662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199601272093662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199601272093662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199601272093662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/dame-roseblade-of-dames.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199593492635183</id><published>2006-07-03T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:52:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/brute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/brute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brute of The Argonaughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199593492635183?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199593492635183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199593492635183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199593492635183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199593492635183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/brute-of-argonaughts.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199318263237371</id><published>2006-07-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:06:22.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Further Adventures of the Blue Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Adv%20of%20Blue%20Bearscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Adv%20of%20Blue%20Bearscopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title is funny because there were no first Adventures of the Blue Bears. These characters are based on two sisters in real life and their blue teddy bears. The bears mimic the owners' personalities. Tarina is a crazy daredevil and Bear-Bear is the same. She, like Tarina, has battle scars to prove it. Niggi is a lazy greedy follower and Teddy is the same. He, like Niggi, is slothful but cautious. He always ends up ensarled in Bear-Bear's insane adventures. Their world is made up of stuffed animals, action figures, dolls, etc. This is suppose to be pitched as a tv show. We will post the treatment later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199318263237371?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199318263237371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199318263237371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199318263237371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199318263237371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/further-adventures-of-blue-bears.html' title='The Further Adventures of the Blue Bears'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199135304114826</id><published>2006-07-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:37:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collectors in Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/The%20Collectors%20one-Rascal%20copy2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/The%20Collectors%20one-Rascal%20copy2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199135304114826?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199135304114826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199135304114826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199135304114826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199135304114826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/collectors-in-color.html' title='The Collectors in Color'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199116581244983</id><published>2006-07-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:32:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/starchaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/starchaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starchaser of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199116581244983?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199116581244983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199116581244983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199116581244983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199116581244983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/starchaser-of-collectors_03.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199098784230160</id><published>2006-07-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:29:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Scatterbrain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Scatterbrain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scatterbrain of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199098784230160?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199098784230160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199098784230160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199098784230160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199098784230160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/scatterbrain-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199088150781287</id><published>2006-07-03T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:28:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Jumbo%20Jumbo2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Jumbo%20Jumbo2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo Jumbo of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199088150781287?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199088150781287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199088150781287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199088150781287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199088150781287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/jumbo-jumbo-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199082036387638</id><published>2006-07-03T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:27:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Decimator%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Decimator%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decimator of the Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199082036387638?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199082036387638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199082036387638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199082036387638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199082036387638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/decimator-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199051784467008</id><published>2006-07-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:23:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collectors in Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/Chance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/Chance.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance of The Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199051784467008?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199051784467008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199051784467008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199051784467008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199051784467008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/collectors-in-black-and-white.html' title='The Collectors in Black and White'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199027584683848</id><published>2006-07-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:17:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/scurge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/scurge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scurge of The Collectors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199027584683848?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199027584683848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199027584683848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199027584683848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199027584683848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/scurge-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199008649430707</id><published>2006-07-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:14:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/wildthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/wildthing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildthing of The Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199008649430707?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199008649430707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199008649430707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199008649430707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199008649430707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/wildthing-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115199000776165154</id><published>2006-07-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:13:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/talon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/talon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talon of The Collectors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115199000776165154?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115199000776165154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115199000776165154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199000776165154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115199000776165154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/talon-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198994218965171</id><published>2006-07-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:12:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/starchasers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/starchasers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starchaser of The Collectors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198994218965171?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198994218965171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198994218965171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198994218965171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198994218965171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/starchaser-of-collectors.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198858883177926</id><published>2006-07-03T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:49:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transformation of Megabyte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabite%20pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabite%20pencil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198858883177926?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198858883177926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198858883177926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198858883177926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198858883177926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/transformation-of-megabyte.html' title='The Transformation of Megabyte'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198852876743174</id><published>2006-07-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:48:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198852876743174?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198852876743174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198852876743174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198852876743174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198852876743174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115198852876743174.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198848794753108</id><published>2006-07-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:48:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198848794753108?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198848794753108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198848794753108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198848794753108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198848794753108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115198848794753108.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198844304342846</id><published>2006-07-03T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:47:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong turn? maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198844304342846?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198844304342846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198844304342846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198844304342846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198844304342846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong-turn-maybe-not.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198837610627404</id><published>2006-07-03T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:46:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198837610627404?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198837610627404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198837610627404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198837610627404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198837610627404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115198837610627404.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198828213679046</id><published>2006-07-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:44:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte3442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198828213679046?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198828213679046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198828213679046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198828213679046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198828213679046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198823392647292</id><published>2006-07-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:43:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/megabyte34441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/megabyte34441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198823392647292?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198823392647292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198823392647292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198823392647292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198823392647292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198725424599101</id><published>2006-07-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:27:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/krystblade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/krystblade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last piece features from l. to r.: Banefire, Talon of the Collectors, Krystblade, Megabyte of the Collectors and Celestia of the Elements (this pose from celestia is actually from another picture i did i just needed a filler in that area and she happened to fit the bill.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198725424599101?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198725424599101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198725424599101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198725424599101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198725424599101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-piece-features-from-l.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198693259259477</id><published>2006-07-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:51:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/avexbanefire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/avexbanefire2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full view of Avex and Banefire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198693259259477?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198693259259477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198693259259477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198693259259477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198693259259477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/piece-deux.html' title='Piece Deux'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198669662829724</id><published>2006-07-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:18:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Many Faces..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/MAJESTY&amp;NEM%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/MAJESTY%26NEM%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this was another 30x40 collage of characters this time in oil and unfinished. I warned you about this. i had all intentions of finishing this but i stayed away from it too long and couldn't bring myself to touch it again. so what i did was slavaged what i did paint and threw some graphics in the backround. I think i couldve done better with the special effects, tho'. this first peice features: Dark Majesty of the Violent Femmes (not the singing group), sundrop and dementia from the Seventeens, and in the front Banefire of Demension and Avex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198669662829724?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198669662829724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198669662829724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198669662829724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198669662829724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-many-faces.html' title='Another Many Faces..'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198590571707479</id><published>2006-07-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:05:05.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/many%20faces%20whole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/many%20faces%20whole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a 30x40 labor of love we like to call &lt;strong&gt;"The many faces of Booyah!!"&lt;/strong&gt; (Booyah!! is the name of our company, i don't know if that was mentioned already, anywho..). it's mostly airbrush with some coloring pencil and oil painting for touch ups and backround. the characters are: back, l. to r. (the Destroyer, Kameron Diaz of the Warhounds(i know, i'll explain this later), Lady Chancellor from the Storm Riders, Scary Mary, Ry'Kysha, The Sinner/Mohandus Von Baden, Sweat Pea. second row, l. to r.: Jumbo from The Collectors, Leather from Le Femme Mystique, Trell from the Bloodguard of Earth, Metalikka from the Warhounds. front row to the right: Moonrider, Mass from the Elements, Fandancer from the Warriors and Lau Khann from Star Defense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198590571707479?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198590571707479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198590571707479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198590571707479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198590571707479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-30x40-labor-of-love-we-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115198343595612950</id><published>2006-07-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:23:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is an abridged version of the character bible...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOR CAMELOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Makers&lt;/strong&gt;- ancient beings of power. There are 12 in this realm, though their number is infinite. They exist in many realms; however, one in particular is called home. Home is where the elder resides. He assigns the brethren various tasks to enable, enlighten and to inspire awe in the masses of this universe. They manufacture cosmic phenomenon such as comets, supernovas, black holes, stars, gateways, and a host of other anomalies. They have also gifted civilizations with knowledge, technology and what they refer to as "toys". Crude machines mysteriously left to be found and utilized to cultivate entire nations, precious stones and metals to be exploited for the creative minds, and magic to be wielded by the truly talented. They are genuinely brilliant engineers. Once an idea is conceived independent of the elder, it is relayed to him for his approval. If it is approved they are allotted the power to fabricate it if it is beyond their own might. Their thirst and talent for invention have them to tread murky waters as they attempt to undermine the elder by dabbling in things off limits to them. If discovered in this undertaking it could mean the end of them and the universe as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;The Elder- sovereign of all makers. The elder is the leader of all makers because he is the most powerful. He is the overseer of all projects and advisor to all. The elder is caretaker to many universes and entrusts the makers to handle lesser tasks in his place. He is very respected and adorned by them. His word is the gospel and his wisdom infinite. The makers all try to out do each other to gain his favor and praise. His rewards for good work are not material for that would be of no use to them. He awards them with deep spiritual accomplishment something they could not achieve or fabricate on their own. Many are driven by hard work for this sensation alone. It is almost like a drug to them. Both the elder and the makers are considered myths to lesser beings, though there are those with enlightened awareness such as wizards who hold their existence to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocs&lt;/strong&gt;- giant android birds created by the makers to carry symbionts to worlds to tamper with its evolution. The rocs are protectors of these life essences until their births. After their mission has been achieved they migrate to another dimensional world that can only be reached by their light speed frequency.&lt;br /&gt;Ghist- Ghist is the name given to god in the ghistalt religion. Ghist is the creator and the destroyer. His grace is sublime and his wrath is unspeakable. It is written that Ghist blesses the devout and damns the despicable. Such as the fate of the Mansa. Their arrogance reflected ungratefulness and unrighteousness and doomed them all to oblivion. His splendor can be seen all around. Those with exceptional talents such as magic, strong intellect, great might and wealth are considered blessed. Things are blessed as well, such as things in nature, stars and planets.&lt;br /&gt;Ghistalt-the chosen religion of Malas Songhai. The worshiping of lord Ghist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Unblessed&lt;/strong&gt;-the unblessed is not considered evil but ill favored and unworthy of mercy or kindness. It is the embodiment of the damned. He is the lord of those Ghist has chosen to forsake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Babel&lt;/strong&gt;- It is said long ago Babel was a paradise. It is also said that because of the people’s worship and devotion to Ghist they were rewarded and granted their own Glory Lands on earth. As generations passed its inhabitants grew to 15 feet tall giants and possessed many special abilities. They were later to be known as the Mansa, a word in later babelon dialect to mean "great ones". The babelons soon ruled the entire 21 planet solar system which was charted and named after Babel’s mightiest, Malas Songhai. There ensued an age of wonder and prosperity as the Mansa came to consider themselves the chosen of Ghist and his worthiest of emissaries held above all. There soon developed arrogance among some of the strongest of the Mansa. They began to crave and demand glory even above lord Ghist. This caused great discord among the mighty race. Wars were forged in the name of loyalty, conquest and faith. It was later to be known as the Battle of Lost Glory. It spanned throughout the galaxy and for many years. Much destruction devastated Malas Songhai. The worst of it emerged from the greatest battle fought between Malas the Great and five lesser challengers Pua, the lawful, Kon, the peaceful, Jut, the hungry, and Ebacan, the martyr. It was known as the Great Sacrifice of the Virtuous Ones. These brave beings fought hard and long with the powerful Malas, and in the end though he met his demise he took them all into oblivion with him. Soon after, a dynamic cosmic cataclysm occurred. It was presumed to be a great meteor or comet. It seared through Malas Songhai and collided with Babel raving it into ruins and killing what was left of the Mansa.&lt;br /&gt;It was a paradise in ruins for centuries until off worlders began inhabiting the planet and restoring its splendor.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to these lesser beings this was an experiment gone wrong engineered by the clandestine brotherhood known only as the makers. The mythical superphysical inventors tampered with many worlds’ ecological components for a covert study in evolution against their elder’s wishes. As it was such, the troubles of Babel heralded much curiosity from the elder and unfortunately its imminent perish.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest achievements of New Babel came under the reign of the Nebacanezzers. This line of rulers in the late centuries named after the legendary hero Nebacan, the martyr; have ushered in the greatest era since the Mansa. With their enterprising determination, intellect, will and faith and devotion to the lord Ghist, the Nebacanezzers have brought the people of New Babel back to religion and righteousness. Its current ruler, King Errim Nebacanezzer, and his forefathers have felt that Ghist had forsaken them for the crimes of the Mansa and it would now be up to them to prove to Ghist that this new race of Babelons, the wandering immigrants of old, will once again earn his divine praise and love. To bring honor and glory back to the ancestors of their home world and to once again rule Malas Songhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen Persephone Tutankhamen&lt;/strong&gt;- president of the malas Songhai confederation of worlds. Queen of the planet Alexandria. Wise and fair, Persephone has successfully carried out several consecutive terms as president. She has few adversaries, though one amongst them is nebacanezzer. Every term he campaigns for her position. He does not like the fact that a woman is in charge and not his greatest advocate considering the power she wields. He secretly orchestrates her undoing. She is close friends with Mohan and Scheherazade Abbaba. The Tutankhamen royal line is matriarchal. Referred to as the queens reich, the queen is ruler and the husband is addressed as either sir or master. He acts as advisor to the queen if he chooses, though most husbands choose commander of the military to fully utilize their positions of power. Persephone’s husband Isil died in battle years ago and in her grief she has sworn to never remarry, and leaving no female heir. She has only one child, a son she has named Persius Isil. She is currently suffering from a mysterious and sudden illness and is being cared for by her mother and former queen the lady Godiva and her father Bacchus.&lt;br /&gt;Height; 5’10 eyes: blue skin/race: Caucasian hair:red age: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regent prince Persius Isil Tutankhamen&lt;/strong&gt;- Persius has been acting on his mother’s behalf as ruler of Alexandria and president of the confederation. She appointed him regent in good faith though he is unsure and unsteady in confidence. Some felt that Godiva should have served in Persephone’s absence as there has never been a male ruling the queens Reich. It is nearly considered blasphemous. Against great opposition Persius has done a fair job in handling both his duties, he aims to do his mother proud. But it has not been easy; he finds comfort in the praise of his new allies, errim nebacanezzer, Attilah Kong Lau of Montezuma, and Ptolemy Auerilius van Mordred of Mali. These three seek to gain Persius’s allegiance and to bend his ear in all political matters. They are men of great power and he very much respects their opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’2 eyes: blue skin/race: Caucasian hair: red age: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Godiva Tutankhamen&lt;/strong&gt;- former queen of Alexandria, mother of Persephone. Lady Godiva is rigid and dignified. She ruled much differently than Persephone. The two do not get along but they love and respect each greatly.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’0 eyes: grey skin/race: caucasian hair: white age: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Master Bacchus Persius Amenhotep&lt;/strong&gt;- Persephone’s father and retired captain of the queens Reich armada. Bacchus is much like Persephone’s personality. They are both Charming and amiable and are close. While his wife keeps a leveled head, Bacchus is despaired over his daughter’s illness.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’3 eyes: blue skin/race: Caucasian hair:gra age:78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandria&lt;/strong&gt;- home world of the malas Songhai confederation and soverigned by queen Persephone Tutankhamen. The royal capital is Athina.&lt;br /&gt;Emperor Errim Nebacanezzer, xxiii- lord of New Babel- errim nebacanezzer is not an evil man, he is a proud man. A spiritual man. A religious man. His beliefs are gospel to him and his most defining quality. His drive to succeed and be great may sometimes motivate him to behave in a less than virtuous manner, though all is justified in the name of glory and glory to Ghist. His presence is intimidating and commands reverence. Nebacanezzer is very disciplined. He is skilled in nearly every fighting style and could take on any man in his army and hurt them badly if not kill them. Though he does not engage in combat he is always prepared for it. He says what he means and he means what he says. He is serious and stern and his patience for insolence and heathenism is nigh. He is fair when it suits him, and generous when it pleases him. Everything he does he does for Babel and Ghist. Of the legend of the Mansa, it is storied a large majestic bird brought the "Gift of Glory" to Babel that made it great. Not many believe in this tale for there is not much talk of it in the Annals of Babel. Of the nine books only one mentions an account of the creature, the Exordium. It is the first, and most ancient of the written texts and the most disputed as well. The Nebacanezzers are all well versed in all nine of the Annals, but the Exordium is most holy to them. They have always secretly believed in the winged gargantuan and its heralded return. For years Errim has suspected Camelot a recipient of such a blessing. His curiosity and his fallacious sense of divine entitlement have led him to wage a surreptitious war in the conquest of Camelot and its spoils however grand in scale. He has vowed Babel will once again receive its glory.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’4 eyes: brown skin/race: Caucasian hair: blonde age: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empress Uma nebacanezzer&lt;/strong&gt;- errim has three wives. He would have many more if not for Uma. She is considered first wife. She keeps a handle on his personal affairs while he attends to greater causes. She manipulates him in ways he would never consider. He would never think her capable of such a thing because she is a woman, she is his wife, and he is much too arrogant to think otherwise. She did not marry him first; technically she is his second wife. As far as positions of power go she is considered first. Uma is who you would classify as the power behind the man. Errim would never admit it but Uma is his greatest motivator. She soothes him in his times of doubt and is his biggest cheerleader in the aftermath of victory. She has his ear often and keeps it as much as possible. He respects her intelligence, her vitality and her extensive knowledge in the gestalt. She was first to bear him sons and continues to use it to her advantage to stay in the inner circle. Though Uma is a moral person, much like her husband her judgment maybe impaired by her rabid desires.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’9 eyes: dark brown skin/race: blue hair:black age:43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely&lt;/strong&gt;-Uma’s small pup she carries around everywhere with her. It is like her third born child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empress Durgah Nebacanezzer&lt;/strong&gt;- Durgah is actually Errim’s first wife. They married while they were very young and he was not yet emperor. Durgah was the perfect babelon wife, humble and subservient. She was so honored to become a nebacanezzer that she immersed herself into their world without question. She was so demure that she became invisible. Errim almost seemed to lose interest in her. She tried unsuccessfully for many years to provide him with an heir but suffered many miscarriages and stillborn children. They began to look upon her as unblessed. Being referred to as unblessed is just as good as being an outcast. By this time Uma had began gracing the palace with her father lord Constibol of the city, Contiff. Uma had her eye on errim and Durgah knew this. Uma had errim send Durgah away for a time to see family while they spent time together. She reluctantly went. But when she came back she had wonderful news or so she thought. She was far into her 12th pregnancy, but so was Uma. These women secretly fought physically for months trying to make the other lose their child. In the end it was Uma who was victorious. She gave errim a son, Errim Aristotle, and Durgah bore a daughter she named Karaan. Though errim was disappointed in having a daughter, he was glad Durgah was not actually "cursed." As for Uma, he married her for bearing his son. She was blessed in his eyes. Durgah and Karaan have always played second fiddle to Uma and her sons, though through the years she has learned a few unscrupulous tricks from Uma.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’0 eyes: hazel skin/race: blue hair: brown age:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empress Sati Nebacanezzer&lt;/strong&gt;- sati was offered to errim by her father to save the life of her brothers. They were to be put to death for theft but after noticing the king showing an interest in her, her father offered her as a bride in exchange for their lives. Considering himself a merciful ruler, Errim granted his sons mercy and made young sati his wife. She is terribly out of place. The other wives are jealous of her youth and beauty and the attention Errim gives her. They torment her and make her miserable. Her support is Aristotle. He is kind to her and berates the wives for their treatment of her.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’7 eyes: light blue skin/race: pink hair: blonde age:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Errim Aristotle Nebacanezzer&lt;/strong&gt;- Aristotle, as he is known among his fleet and mother, is emperor errim Nebacanezzer’s first born son and namesake. Aristotle has grown into his own person. He possesses all of his father’s noble attributes and his mother’s indomitable spirit. Aristotle is the commander of the Colossus, new Babel’s starship armada. His father rests much on his shoulders. He grooms him to be the next emperor and glory chaser. His heart is not in it. He loves the open space, traveling, and adventure. He does not believe in the winged gargantuan or its gift of power. He holds his thoughts secret, only his mother knows his true feelings. She listens but she does not judge and tries not to control her sons. If he must be emperor then he will accept his heritage with pride and dignity, but he will run his dynasty as he pleases. He will die for his father in battle but he will never become him. He respects him but not all of his ways or the ways of his people. He is shamed for sati and has developed feelings for her in secret.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’4 eyes: brown skin/race: blue hair: black age:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judah Nebacanezzer&lt;/strong&gt;- Uma’s and Errim’s youngest son. Whereas Aristotle is dignified and refined, Judah is spirited and loud. He is aggressive, tactless and reckless at times. He could almost be summed up as a spoiled brat. His taste for the fight obligated his father to give him a position in his army, the Hun dread. Judah was general, but that was insulting to him. He was the emperor’s son; he should be captain, he thought. Though he was not prepared for this position, Judah sought to claim it. His audacity made him popular among the men. He gained enough allies to undertake an assassination of the captain, so that he may be awarded the title. At 23, Judah is the youngest captain to ever command the massive Hun Dred army. He may be young though he is not foolish. Judah believes in delegating. What he does not know how to do he appoints to someone else. As long as they all report to him and he is in charge. It has proved effective for him and the army. Judah is much harder to advise than his brother. While he respects his mother, his father’s word is gospel to him. He would be honored to walk in his footsteps. Errim is proud of Judah’s accomplishments at such a young age. Praise from his father is like a high to him. He strives to please him. Though Aristotle will always be his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’2 eyes: brown skin/race: blue hair: blonde age: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Colossus&lt;/strong&gt;-New Babel’s starship fleet commanded by prince Aristotle nebacanezzer.&lt;br /&gt;The Hun Dread- New Babel’s foot army led by Judah nebacanezzer. The Hun dread are infamous for their love of war mongering and violence. It is who they are trained to be.&lt;br /&gt;The Tower of Babel- a great ivory tower built as homage to the great Ghist. The tallest man made structure ever built. Far reaching into the clouds and taking centuries to build. Most babelons travel here to worship several times a day. They leave offerings of poetry, flowers, food and jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhodes&lt;/strong&gt;-the royal city of new Babel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Paradigm&lt;/strong&gt;-Errim’s spiritual advisors. He does not make a decision about new Babel without consulting them first. They are a special order of clergy blessed with the ability to see possible futures based on Errim’s decisions. They goad him in his quest for glory. They too believe in the power of the giant bird. They have seen it in visions. They absolve him of his wrongs and praise him in his rights. They are very old. they live only to see the manifest destiny of new Babel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilgamesh Blackwolf&lt;/strong&gt;- nebacanezeer’s evil wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJNN&lt;/strong&gt;- a demon Gilgamesh calls from the darklands with dark magic. He is a powerful spirit trapped in a tower and unable to roam the nightmarish wastelands of the darklands. When Gilgamesh conjures him, he astral projects himself to the darklands to trade places with it. The displacement must be made up for so Gilgamesh has to occupy djnn’s absence in order not to cause disorder. Gilgamesh remains in a trance like state safely hidden in the royal palace while he controls djnn. Gilgamesh’s consciousness remains with djnn while it is free and it is no more than a puppet for his control to djnn’s displeasure. Gilgamesh hates switching places with djnn in the darklands. He is terrified of being stuck there, which he could be if his body is killed while in trance. Djnn loves to be free in the world and knows how to stay here. In secret he tries to feel out Gilgamesh’s location to destroy him and gain his freedom. He is a terrible power. Gilgamesh only hails it in extreme situations. Every time Gilgamesh calls on him he is a little more unblessed. Nebacanezzer turns a blind eye to this heathenism. He would never let anything happen to Gilgamesh, he trusts him with his life. If it came down to it he would defend Gilgamesh against the demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sultan Ballahad&lt;/strong&gt;- sultan Ballahad is nebacanezeer’s right hand. He does all the under handed and despicable things nebacanezzer does not want to dirty his hands with. Ballahad is also Nebacanezzer’s co-conspirator and idea man. He is Nebacanezzer’s evil conscience. He’s that devil in his ear that tells him what he wants  and likes to hear. He is very skillful at manipulation and strategizing. These are the qualities that make Ballahad indispensable to nebacanezzer. Ballahad does not want to be nebacanezzer nor does he want to control him. He is simply in awe of him and will do everything he can to bask in his glory. He wants to see Nebacanezzer’s truth realized and fulfilled. It was his idea to go to Camelot to be Nebacanezzer’s eyes and ears after hearing him say how crucial it would be to his plans. It was his idea to set up Azziz, he poisoned the agriculture, he implicated the Abbabas, he had the hathghols beaten and left for dead. Though these were all his ideas, the seeds of thought were planted by nebacanezzer. This is how he keeps a clear conscious. He gives the ball to Ballahad and hopes he rolls with it and fortunately for everyone he succeeds every time. After he gets the king and queen arrested he flees Camelot in disgust of them, so he says. Secretly he is hiding out on Babel awaiting Nebacanezzer’s next assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’3 eyes: brown skin/race: Persian hair: black age: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Ahab (Azziz-Hassan Harun Abbaba) "Uncle Azz"-&lt;/strong&gt; Azziz-Hassan is king Mohan’s brother and former captain of King Farramarz Abbaba’s army. Though Azziz was the oldest he was not to be the next king. That was fine with him. Azziz was more the warrior at heart than the diplomat. He was honored to protect the name Abbaba and his home Camelot. Azziz was the family’s rock. Always optimistic, always upbeat, witty, and always quick with a joke or a story. His army would follow him into oblivion. And from this adoration a jealousy was born. Azziz’s best friend and second in command, sultan Ballahad sought to betray and besmirch him. Azziz was known to be a little rowdy and out of control after he had a little too much to drink. Sultan used this to his advantage. He knew that Azziz had been casually seeing a visiting diplomat’s daughter and that her father was not pleased with it. Sultan gets Azziz good and drunk, causes a scene at the tavern so that everyone else could see he was belligerently intoxicated, and escorted him out by the lake where Azziz passed out. He then sent a message for the diplomat’s daughter to meet him at the garden by the lake, forging Azziz’s handwriting. Sultan rapes and kills the girl and sets it up so as to point the finger at Azziz. The story was that in his drunken state Azziz raped the daughter and then killed her to quiet her. No one wanted to believe it but all of the evidence pointed to Azziz. The girl even left word with her father that she was going to see Azziz. And when he is inebriated who knew exactly what Azziz was capable of. He was disgraced and gladly chose death for his dishonor. King Farramarz could not bear to sentence his son to death, especially since he never truly accepted his guilt. To Azziz’s indignation he was spared his life and banished from Camelot for all time. Sultan became captain of the army. On his voyage into the space ways Azziz’s ship was accosted by space pirates and he was taken captive. Word spread swiftly of his demise. His family was heartbroken. Azziz had been captured by the most brutal pirate in the known space ways, brahm bones. He was old, mean, and pale with a voice like gravel. Brahm was a cyborg of sorts. The only actual parts of his own body left was his head and neck. He was feared throughout the galaxy for his practice of decapitating his prisoner’s heads and taking their bodies. His techno wizard crew member, Sidarthur, would then compose him a temporary body from various parts of others until brahm was satisfied. These Frankenstein bodies would not last for long before his mind rejected it or Sidarthur could hold the spell no longer. When not on a body, brahmn's head would be placed in a jar in a special solution that kept him alive and animated. He wanted Azziz’s body badly, but Azziz always fought so hard that brahm decided he would be better suited for his crew. Azziz soon became brahm’s second in command. His knowledge of world’s security measures and convoy scheduling helped the crew of the ragnorock amass more wealth and stolen technology than they ever imagined. Azziz made one request which was to be honored at all time, Camelot was never to be touched. In an ill fated mission brahm was shot in the head by laser fire and killed instantly. He left a mandate stating his desire to leave his command to Azziz and that his teen ward Laddie boy be taken care of. Azziz was sure to fulfill both of these requests. Azziz has lost much of his old jovial spirit since his banishment. His life as a pirate has made him harsher, pessimistic, cranky, and solemn. He finds humor in irony and injustice. While he tries to follow the cut throat code of a pirate he is still an honorable man at his core and the crew has learned much from him. He too like brahm is pieced together. His left arm, leg, and right eye are all robotic and technically enhanced. His hand has different attachments including a sword, laser gun, and a chain linked retractable claw. His eye serves as a target finder and vision enhancer.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’7 eyes: red skin/race: Persian hair: salt and pepper age: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allascin Saban Gordia Abbaba (allie Baba)-&lt;/strong&gt; allascin abbaba is the young queen of Camelot. she is only 15 yet is far mature for her age. She is an old soul. She has been touched by much grief but is undaunted in her duties as ruler. She needs to be on top of things at all times and she is. Many are taken aback at her level headedness and drive. Allascin finds comfort in spirituality. It is the only thing that keeps her sane. Her family is not very religious, nor is she. But she is very spiritual. She does not force her spirituality on others but enjoys engaging in talk of it when someone inquires about it. She knows how to laugh and have fun but she hasn’t done much of either recently. Her time must be devoted to rebuilding her world. It would be what her parents wanted. She wants to unite her people and her family and friends under a cause of hope. She is very intelligent and respectful of others. It was her idea to join together her uncle’s pirates and her friends, family, and volunteers to form the 40 thieves. This would be a way to rebuild her world’s fortunes, but only those worlds and peoples who wished or brought ill on them would be marked. Everyone loves the idea except her uncle Alakazan. He thinks it is too dangerous for allascin. But he underestimates her out of fear for her safety. She always reassures him otherwise. Allascin was born with the same gift as her mother, telekinesis. Her mother had been teaching her since she was a small child how to use her powers. She is very good at her abilities but always strives to be better as she is a perfectionist. In time it is allie who will communicate with and control the giant bird they have named the roc.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’9 eyes: red skin/race: Persian hair: brown age: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralee Janaat navaa Abbaba Marduk (saber Dancer)-&lt;/strong&gt; Ralee was born to one of scherazade’s young maidens in waiting, Janaat. She was murdered nearly two years after Ralee’s birth by her estranged boyfriend and Ralee’s father. After he murdered her he then took his own life. Devastated by the tragedy, scherazade and Mohan adopted Ralee and raised her as their own. 5 years later allascin is born. At first Ralee is worried her adopted parents may treat her differently because of her newborn sister. Wrong, she became even more engaged in the family seeming to become Allascin’s own personal nanny. Ralee was always very feminine and ladylike. She always seemed mature for her age. Above all else she wanted to be decent and responsible and worthy of the Abbaba name. Her mother urged her to find some hobbies to occupy her time and not allascin. She took up languages and dancing. She loved dancing it was liberating for her. She often put on recitals for the palace, even going so far as to put together her own dance troupe, the wind dancers. In the meantime she caught the eye of a young palace ward, Cyrus Marduk. She led him by the nose for many years until she decided to marry him. It was a surprise to them both. But that is how Ralee is, whimsical, unpredictable, friendly, gracious and totally approachable. She was a princess but she was never above getting her hands dirty for the good of her people and they appreciated it. She is tall, slender and beautiful and the object of many a man’s desire. She knows this and sometimes she is flirty to get her way. This often sends Cyrus into his quiet jealous rages, but he knows Ralee is just being Ralee and she only has eyes for him. When the king and queen are arrested for a false crime Ralee remains strong and upbeat for allascin. She and Cyrus care for allascin like parents like she knows their parents would have wanted them to. There was no other man Mohan trusted with his daughters than Cyrus. It was at this time that Ralee finally gave into Cyrus’s urging to learn how to defend herself. She did not think it was a very feminine thing to do and men were supposed to protect the women, but with Camelot being under siege and in uncertainty she thought it best to know how to protect herself and her sister. She incorporated her movements as a dancer into her sword fighting. It was very effective and Cyrus was extremely impressed. His excitement turned her on to learning others things she had slighted before such as the technical workings of palace security, piloting air space, hand to hand combat and cooking. Though she excelled in all of these undertakings cooking was not a skill she could conquer. Most of the kitchen staff and other servants had abandoned the castle in the midst of the agriculture controversy. Ralee thought it her duty to help out in any capacity she could. She was advised she was needed in other "more important" places. Sword fighting or saber dancing as she refers to it has become an important skill to her. She is constantly challenging Cyrus to duels which he always amusingly accepts. He is proud of her sword skills and her fighting abilities. He taught her well.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’0 eyes: golden skin/race: Persian hair: medium brown age: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alakazan Azarbaijan&lt;/strong&gt;- Alakazan is queen scheradaze’s older brother and Allascin’s uncle. Alakazan and scherazade hardly know each other. He was away from her for most of her life. Their parents were well to do jewel merchants and very strict. Alakazan was a respectful and dutiful son. There was slight tension between him and his parents. They thought he was a bit strange and were a little afraid of him. He was one of their traveling salesmen though he hated the job. On one of his business dealings he encountered a wizard. He knew immediately Alakazan was one as well. Alakazan did not know this about himself, but he did know he seemed to be the catalyst of strange happenings at times. This wizard offered to teach Alakazan about sorcery and spells in exchange for certain rare and expensive jewels he and his Covent could not afford. Jewels are an aide in casting spells. Alakazan agreed. He stole from his parents what he could not afford to buy from them. He began staying away for long periods of time claiming he was on business trips. When they found out what he was actually up to they were outraged. Not only was he lying to them, but he was stealing from them. But even more unsettling was the fact that he was practicing magic. As far as they knew magic was something dark and evil. Alakazan tried to explain to them otherwise but they would not hear of it. They felt betrayed and appalled by his actions and promptly disowned him. He left Camelot and never saw them alive again. Alakazan went on to study with the coven and they got him into arcadia. A mysterious place that can only be found by wizards and witches, it is located outside of the malas Songhai solar system. He studied there for many years before moving on to an occupation. He became the palace wizard and advisor to the sovereign of Neethis, also outside of the solar system. He thought often of his family, was his sister also a witch? And if she was will she be treated the same as he. He had to know. He traveled back to Camelot only to find his parents near death. Scheherazade was engaged to Mohan at this time. He made peace with them before their death. He also discovered scherazade had telekinetic abilities only she and Mohan knew about. Alakazan was pleased with this. He stayed on in Camelot for his sister’s marriage. And once again for the birth of her first child, allascin. He gave her a silver necklace with a crystal hanging from it. "If Allie ever needs me she has but to use the stone." he assures his sister. Alakazan left neethis and returned to arcadia, this time to teach and write spell books. He had become a hermit of sorts. For years he remained there until he got the call from allascin. He rushed to her side though he did not even know his niece he could see his sister’s dominant resemblance in her. He went to the confederation to plead their innocence but he was ignored. Because he was a wizard he was barred from even seeing them. He used his magic on grand scales to help protect the planet and the royal family during the invasions. His assistance was crucial for them.&lt;br /&gt;Camelot is now in a stage of reconstruction. He now spends his days repairing the shambled castle, growing agriculture, providing magic as entertainment to amuse and raise the spirits of its citizens. He tries to use his contacts to get supplies for the people, but most of the time they are hijacked before they even reach the planet. He is tired and is losing patience and hope but he struggles on for allascin. He believes in Nebacanezzer’s friendly offerings and urges allascin to do the same. He will find out soon enough. Alakazan is quiet and serious with the reverence of a holy man. He speaks only when he has important things to say, but Ahab changes that. The two have conflicting personalities and ways of doing things. Alakazan figures his way is sensible and Ahab’s way is boorish. They argue like an old married couple. Ahab is the only person who can get Alakazan riled up. Allascin often enjoys watching these exchanges. In time he will come to like and respect Ahab and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’6 eyes: red skin/race: Persian hair: black age: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be’ He’ Moth&lt;/strong&gt;- Alakazan’s golem creation. It is over 9 feet tall and very strong. It moves only to alakazan’s command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antique (Aunt Montique Hathghol)-&lt;/strong&gt; Montique Hathghol is an old friend of the Abbaba family. She has been around since king Farramarz was a young boy. She is what most refer to as a witch or prophetess as she has the ability to see the future. She carries a jewel encrusted box which houses her sooth cards, which are blank to anyone else but her. Unfortunately, antique was caught up in the plot by nebacanezzer and sultan Ballahad to destroy Camelot. Before plans were even put into motion Montique had to be dealt with. They could not risk her undermining their objective. On a flight back to their home world, Montique and her husband, Bassill’s vessel was accosted and boarded. Montique was beaten nearly to death. They gouged her eyes out and slit her throat. Meanwhile her husband Bassill fought them off long enough to recite an incantation. They were all frightened of the spell he was conjuring and there was nothing they could do to get to him until he went to Montique. She was barely alive but she knew the spell. He went for her hand but could only get as far as her sooth box before he was bludgeoned to death. He held on to her box the hold time and did not complete the spell. The babelon soldiers left them for dead, destroying and pillaging the ship to make it look like a pirate encounter. One of the guards even took the box and opened it out of curiosity. Disappointed by its contents he scattered them and box all over the place before they left. The Abbabas were alerted of a ship in distress by confederation Patrol in Alexandria space way. They were alarmed to find out about antique and her husband. They brought her back to Camelot and treated her wounds with modern medicine and magic. Though she could not speak or communicate she held out her hands as if holding a box. Farramarz knew she meant to hold her sooth box again. He sent soldiers to scour her vessel to find the box and its contents. Much misfortune has befallen Camelot in her years as a castle resident. Currently king Farramarz’s and queen Saba’s granddaughter allascin is queen and seeing to antique’s every need. She has taken to caring for her. She sits with her always holding her hand, reads to her, sings to her, helps bathe and clothe her, feeds her. Anything to bring her back. Montique remains in a semi catatonic from the trauma of her assault. She holds on to her sooth box day and night. No one can get it from her. Unbeknownst to anyone it is slowly healing her. They think she does not have sight, but she does. She can see, just not with her eyes. They think she cannot speak, but she can. Only a few words, her vocal chords are being healed. Her mind is being healed, her body is being healed. Bassill’s last spell was a healing spell he enchanted her box with. It is slow because he did not finish the spell but it is working. She will tell her fortunes again. Currently her box of cards are empty because eenie, meanie, mighty, and Moe have taken them for playing cards and drawn numbers and pictures on them because they are a couple of knuckleheads. Montique knows where they are though, and it tickles her.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’6 eyes: none skin/race: asian hair: auburn age: 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eenie (Ence Eskandarii)-&lt;/strong&gt; a palace guard mostly known for goofing off than doing what he is supposed to. Eenie is not the most courageous protector but he will do. He is among the volunteers of citizens of Camelot to come forward and help out the royalty. The pay is not much, but he felt it was his civic duty to help out. Once his cousin Mohammed and friends Solomon and Midas signed up he knew it was his calling. Eenie is the most conscientious of the bunch. He has a lot of heart but not the brains or the brawn usually to back it up. His confidence is low. It shows in his speech, his mannerisms and his actions. But his intentions and thoughts are always good. He always manages to come out of a fight alive to the disbelief of everyone else and even himself.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’4 eyes: purple skin/race: Persian hair: light purple age: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanie (Solomon Hessami)-&lt;/strong&gt; meanie is true to his nick name’s sake. He is mean. Easily irritated, grumpy, snippy, and thinks he knows everything. Which he does. Meanie was a theology professor in Camelot before he settled into early retirement and became a fisherman. He provided the castle with the best sea foods the oceans had to offer before the invasions. He got his family off the planet before things got too bad but stayed to serve his queen. He felt sorry for her and wanted vengeance for Camelot. He now spends his days arguing with Mohammed over philosophy and life.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’5 eyes: grey skin/race: caucasian hair: black age:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty (Midas Mansur)-&lt;/strong&gt; mighty is one of those citizens of Camelot who seems to have been affected by the symbionts. He is over 9 feet tall with the build of a sumo wrestler. His strength and invulnerability is great. No one knows the full extent of his strength because he holds back a lot. He is afraid of accidentally hurting or killing someone, which he did back when he was a child. He accidentally killed his younger brother while playing with him. His parents were so distraught they sent him away to an orphanage where he became fast friends with Ence and Mohammed. They were abandoned by their mothers who were twin sisters ailing from the same disease. Ence and Moe were always constantly egging Midas on to use his strength to make their life easier, but he never would. He was teased for his height and girth as a youngster. While he let it roll off his back Moe was always getting into it with his antagonists. Eenie was always his confidant because Moe could not wait for him to finish sentences. Moe was his defender because eenie was more sympathetic to Midas and hated to fight. Later into his teens Moe became more confident in his abilities as he saved a little girl from being swept up under farming equipment and mutilated. He became the town hero and no longer the town freak. Mighty thinks slow and speaks slow with little words. He is the palace’s biggest asset, no pun intended. He is very respectful and good natured, but mess with his friends and pay a high price.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 7’7 eyes: blue skin/race: asian hair: black age: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe (Mohamed Amin)-&lt;/strong&gt; Mohammed is a former horse rancher and tae kan instructor. Tae Kan is a form of martial arts much like kickboxing. He is who you would call the leader of the bunch. His flair and charisma makes him the motivator and doer. He is a combination of the other three to some extent. He can be as snippy as meanie, as dimwitted as mighty and as endearing as eenie. Moe has always felt he was meant for bigger things. He tried many times to be a member of the Arrahbian knights but never quite made the cut. He thinks highly of himself and ignores and denies his shortcomings. Some of which include properly handling a sword, habitual cheating, and knowing everything (which he doesn’t). Moe tried to ensure his enlistment in the army by introducing the new fighting style into its criteria, but the former captain of the army thought it was not an appropriate fighting style. Now that Cyrus is captain he has Moe instruct himself as well as the small motley army the moves of tae Kan. Moe is pleased with this as it puts emphasis on his importance. Moe’s strongest quality lies in his ability to woo women and talk his way out of any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’3 eyes: hazel skin/race: Persian hair: blonde age:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyrus Marduk&lt;/strong&gt;- Cyrus was a troubled youth from a troubled family who was caught trying to steal riches from the castle. His parents were murders and crooks and had Cyrus on the same road. When they family of three were caught his parents were sent to the prison colony on asteroid 12. Cyrus on the other hand was dealt a more creative punishment. He would have to work for all of the people he ever stole from to pay them back, including the king and queen. Cyrus was hard and full of attitude but it was not impossible to whip him into shape. He ate slept and rigorously trained with the soldiers. They were relentless on him. He endured much hassling from them. He soon garnered their respect and admiration for turning his life around. He became their squire and the little brother of the troops. They were all but too glad to teach him everything he needed to know about being a man, and some things he didn’t need to know. No matter, he was calmer now and much more disciplined than anyone would ever have expected. When his mother was released from imprisonment he had the option of staying on at the castle and working off his debts or going to live with his mother debt free. He chose to stay on at the castle and help his mother out any way he knew how, but it seemed he always knew she was a lost cause. She eventually ended back up in the prison colony. He no longer has contact with his family. As a young adult he graduated to permanent guest of the palace. The king and queen were very proud of him and honored to have him as a potential son in law. It was at this time Cyrus became a member of the Arrahbian knights and the twinkle in his daughter's Ralee's eyes. Cyrus is quiet and serious. He is a listener and observer. He is excellent at taking instruction as well as giving it. He learns all he can from those around him. He lets there positive influences better him in all ways. He is not always patient and tends to suffer from jealous streaks where Ralee is concerned. He is very protective of she and her sister allascin. She is teaching him patience through spirituality. He is inspired by her commitment and faith in her religion. He feels she is considerably grounded considering her circumstances and her age, and he doesn’t mind so much when he wife snubs him to be at her side. He admires their closeness but sometimes feels left out. He is now captain of the fallen guard, rising in ranks from lieutenant general. He scours Camelot searching for new enlistments. He seeks to rebuild the once magnificent army back to its brilliance. He vows vengeance for the king and queen whom he considered his saviors. He is relentless on the battlefield and an excellent strategist. He is not much on a sense of humor but the palace guards, Ence, Midas, and Mohammed and Solomon amuse him. So much so that he nick named them, eenie, meanie, mighty and Moe.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’4 eyes: light brown skin/race: Persian hair: black age: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King Mohan Abbaba&lt;/strong&gt;- former king of Camelot and father of allascin. Mohan was always the fairest and most diplomatic of the Abbabas. This is why he was made king and not his brother Azziz. Mohan always stressed the importance of family. He was heartbroken at Azziz’s banishment and even more so at the rumors of his death. He was never quite the same afterwards. He was known to "pick up strays" and invite them back to the castle to have them cared for or tended to. He and the queen adopted Ralee as a toddler, and took on Cyrus, Maunda and Kama’u as teenage wards. They grew up in the castle and though he did not adopt them (because they had parents), he treated them like sons. He had a big heart and the people of Camelot were devoted to he and the queen. After her husband’s death Persephone Tutankhamen was a regular guest of theirs when she could get away from her duties as queen and president of the confederation. She was also considered family. Mohan considered many people not related to him as family, such as Montique Hathghol and her husband Bassill, who were like an aunt and uncle to him. He believed in family and community and was popular for it. Though his disposition garnered as much hatred and jealousy as it did admiration. Nebacanezzer revered the Abbabas for their commitment to family and their people but he also thought them heathens for not giving enough grace to Ghist. They were not very religious people but they were good people. This was not enough to keep nebacanezzer at bay. He bears no guilt for his actions. The Abbabas had to perish for his crusade to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’6 eyes: red skin/race: persian hair: black age: 45 (at death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen Scheherazade Abbaba&lt;/strong&gt;- former queen of Camelot and Allascin’s mother. Allascin has learned much of her patience and grace from her mother. She and her husband always tried to instill the value of family in their daughters. They would be proud of them now.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’4 eyes: brown skin/race: Persian hair: brown age 44 (at death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brahm Bones&lt;/strong&gt;- the baddest pirate of all pirates. He is known for torturing his captives and dismembering them and using their body parts for his own. In some circles he was known as patches bones for his Frankenstein like appearance. He is very old, very ornery and sadistic. At least this is the image he portrays. In truth brahm is just an adventurer who loves to see what he can get away with. Of course he has amassed a generous amount of currency in his years of pirating but it is secondary in his life. He truly enjoys the excitement and the rush of what he does. This is the same sentiment he imparts to his crew members. If you’re just in it for money don’t ride his train. Any low level crook can steal, but it takes a special ilk to orchestrate crime and pull it off. He’s killed and he’s murdered, but never in the name of maliciousness. Only in the name of the mission. No women or children were ever to be harmed but everyone else was free game. Over the years he’s lost many crew mates but he always managed to recruit new ones. Brahm considers his crew mates family and he always stresses to them to consider each other as such. The crew of the ragnorock have pulled off many successful heists over time including cleaning out the royal residence of the king and queen of cauda quintis. They have quite the reputation for being bold and dangerous. Not long after Azziz-Hassan joined the ragnorock was brahm killed on a mission. He had grown close to Azziz and saw him as a natural leader, much like himself. He mandated that "Ahab" as he referred to him (because his name was "too damned long"), be his successor in case of his demise.&lt;br /&gt;Height: varies eyes: green skin/race: Persian hair: white age: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahtrina Van Mordred (Big K)-&lt;/strong&gt; Katrina is Ahab’s second in command. She is always level headed and serious. Her royal upbringing has instilled her with respect, dignity, and an heir of grace. She is the sister of Ptolemy auerelius van Mordred, rex of Mali. She too like Ahab is estranged from her royal family. Years ago Katrina was aghast to discover a plot in development by her brothers, Ptolemy and osirus and her mother, queen nefertitti, to assasinate her father, hephshut rex for the throne. The king was ailing yet refused to relinquish control to his oldest and heir Ptolemy. He did not like Ptolemy’s less than virtuous ways and had reservations about passing the throne onto him. He was seriously considering kahtrina for the position, but that would be unheard of in Mali culture. A woman could never carry the royal title it would ruin the bloodline and society. Though some queens have been rumored to control the planet behind the scenes of their husbands or sons. This was the case with the current family in power. Nefrattetti was enjoying her role as advisor to the rex and did not want to give that power up. She knew if kahtrina were to be the new ruler she would not only be out of power but out of the castle as well for she and kahtrina did not get along well at all. In fact, they secretly despised each other. So that she could not warn anyone the three had kahtrina locked away in the castle’s dungeon for months until the heinous deed was carried out. While imprisoned, kahtrina met brahm bones who was also imprisoned by the van mordred’s for theft. In this time she got to know him never really revealing who she actually was. He rambled on about his adventures to her as he was sure she was to be executed soon anyway, he too if he crew did not rescue him. It was kind of like a last rite to him. She became interested in the rebellious pirate lifestyle. He constantly spouted adages like "Down with authority", "life is short", "get what you can while you can because no one matters or cares about you but you". This went against everything she ever believed in yet the freedom of it intrigued her. When she was finally freed she consciously yet inadvertently enabled him to escape. Kahtrina soon covertly began organizing an uprising of her people against Ptolemy. When it was discovered, those citizen’s involved were immediately put to death to punish them and kahtrina. She was also sentenced to death, but first she would serve time on Valhalla, the vilest prison compound in malas Songhai. A year later, her family is sure of her demise kahtrina yet still struggles for her survival. She is broken but not beaten. Once again she gladly crosses paths with brahm bones and a crewmate, rimkhindsky corsair. "Twice in the same lifetime? Lady, either you’re a lot of trouble, or it must be destiny." brahm remarks to her. "Maybe both," she replies to him. When the crew of the ragnorock come to break brahm out, he asks kahtrina, "you comin or you stayin?" she aided and abetted in the escape to her freedom and joined the crew of the ragnorock. Kahtrina had always been the object of brahm’s desires but he seriously repulsed her in that way. Her nick named her big k for her tall athletic stature and considerable strength. She literally knocked his head from his shoulders once.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’6 eyes: ice blue skin/race: African hair: reddish brown with black streaks age: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinker Belle (Belladonna NewNewtonabbey)-&lt;/strong&gt; belladonna comes from a working class colony on the planet Berin. Her great great grandparents founded the town of Newtonabbey. Actually, they kind of took it over from the inhabitants who were already there. They came with all intensions of cohabiting along with these simple class folk but as time went on the Newtonabbeys and others who traveled with them felt dolloth was a financial goldmine with all its resources and felt the dollothians were incapable of capitalizing on it. So the Newtonabbeys, the affluent citizens they were sold the dollothians some of their land far north of there to settle in and continue in the ways of their simple life. The Newtonabbey’s promised the land and weather was near tropical and rich with agriculture. They vacation there in the off seasons they told them. So the dollothians abandoned dolloth to its new citizens who they were mainly tired of nonetheless and went on to greener pastures. The Newtonabbeys renamed the town new Newtonabbey after themselves and a new era. They also renamed their last names NewNewtonabbey. Some thought this a bit ridiculous but then again the Newtonabbey’s were a rich and eccentric folk. For three generations the Newnewtonabbeys ran NewNewtonabbey. They reformed it into a prosperous mining town with various offworlders settling down in the thriving community. After a time some dollothians returned angered and out for blood. They raged through the town slaughtering its citizens and destroying their homes and businesses. Many residents fled in the middle of the night with just the clothes on their backs. The dollothians rounded up anyone named or associated with the name Newtonabbey. It seems a long time ago warren NewNewtonabbey, founder of the town, did not send the dollothians to a paradise retreat but into the hands of some underhanded business partners to be sold into slave labor. They used them to settle up a business deal. The dollothians bargained for their freedom but the Cassum brothers would not hear it. They tried to tell them of the land of dolloth how it was rich with minerals and energy but the Cassums would not believe it. Not until malise Cassum’s son, Johnny Cassum, took over the business. He believed the dolloths and promised their dismissal upon proof of dolloth. And there it was. Along with his help, the dollothians took NewNewtonabbey back and would make the Newtonabbey’s pay for their treachery. Their riches were seized by the donollthians and those dollothians who decided to stay became very rich and very powerful. Johnny Cassum now runs the mining company and those Newnewtonabbeys who were not tortured and murdered became laborers and servants until he dollothians decided otherwise. All Newnewtonabbeys were born into bondage because of their actions of their relatives. Belle was born to Susannah and huxtile NewNewtonabbey. They were house servants of Johnny Cassum. When she was of age to work she moved across town to the labor camps where all NewNewtonabbey descendents and cohorts lived that worked in the mines. Belle is one of a handful of women and one of the youngest who work in the mines. She chose the mines over servant work. She operates the earth extraction machine. Many get a kick out of watching such a small person operate such a large machine, but it is belle who gets a kick out of proving people wrong about her. She is definitely the rebel rouser of the laborers. She’s cute as a button and loves to have a good time. She also smokes too much, drinks too much, knows too many off colored jokes and has a tendency of flashing people. One night in the local bar being too loud as usual, belle catches the attention of brahm bones and kahtrina. They learn she is a NewNewtonabbey and decide to kidnap her for ransom. Belle partakes in this kidnapping long enough to not get killed until it is finally revealed to them that the Newnewtonabbeys are no longer the legendary affluent clan they once were. Belle asks if she can stay on as a fellow pirate seeing as how she can fix anything and tell better jokes than brahm. He agrees. Brahm nicknames her tinker belle because of her sublime skills in fixing things and names her chief engineer and weapons controller of the ragnorock.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’2 eyes: green skin/race: Caucasian hair: blonde age: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laddie Boy&lt;/strong&gt;- no one really knows laddie’s relationship with brahm bones. Some have said he is brahm’s illegitimate son. Others say he is the son of some woman he once loved and some even say he is the child of a woman brahm killed by accident and took him in as repentance. Only laddie truly knows what the relationship with he and brahm is about. He has vowed to someday reveal it to his crew mates, but in the meantime he likes to keep them guessing. Whatever the case he has been with the crew of the ragnorock since he was 9 years old. He is an idiot savant of sorts. He has the ability to make almost anything. He makes their outfits, weapons, gadgets, dinner, you name it. He even made belle a doll. The crew of the ragnorock all treat laddie as the little brother. They try to keep him from harm and out of the missions though he always wants to join them. He is quiet and can be introverted at times. He is a little strange. He gets jokes hours after they have been told. When laddie meets allie he will realize just how out of touch he is.&lt;br /&gt;Height" 5’10 eyes: brown skin/race: caucasian hair: black age: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Master Donn-(Donnegashi)&lt;/strong&gt; Donnagashi was born on a planet of peaceful people who believed in non violence. They believed that a peaceful heart and peaceful mind allows god to live within you. This allows you to become an extension of god. As a teen you are sent off world to do good to cleanse your soul and your mind. Helping others is a spiritual rite. They could be referred to as a peace corps of sorts. Since he was a boy Donn has struggled with his temper. Many have tried to help him but to no avail. The time for his pilgrimage had come, if this could not save him nothing would. Donn found that many welcomed the tuskin as friends and helpers but some made a game of them by testing their faith. Throwing stones at them and creating inane and false jobs for them to do was the usual mean spirited behavior.&lt;br /&gt;The abuse was almost constant. Donn could barley contain himself but he held his temper until one fateful day. In his late teens he met a tuskin girl by the name of sigwen. The two became inseperable. One day while helping citizens of a war torn planet the wrong element wanted to have some fun with them. While Donn was helping to remove large debris two men ran up to sigwen out of breath to tell her that a little girl was trapped in a falling building. Without a second thought sigwen hurried to the building. When she got there she did not stop to think there was no way in but she heard the child crying and the building was crumbling so she had to force her way in. the tuskin are people of great strength. The wall came down quickly. She heard the child’s voice deeper in the building. By the time she found the source of the voice everything started to come down around her. What she found was a small animal with a communicator tied to its waist. This was a trick and there was no way out! The last words she would say was good bye Donn. Donn was there at the building in time to see it fall and to hear sigwen’s good bye. He tried to dig her out but it was too much rubble even for him. In his grief, with his keen ears he heard laughter. But from who? He focused and saw a group of men. Two were the ones that ran to her. One had a communicator using a child’s voice. They tricked her they killed her they killed my sigwen, Donn angrily pondered to himself. He launched himself through the crowd to this group of men; twelve in all .it is said that he massacred eleven men for no reason. That he had gone insane and that he ran off into the war zone to kill himself. Some say he gave up his religion and joined a company of pirates looking for the twelfth man of his revenge and his fall from grace. Donnegashi is quiet and dignified. He is always respectful and serious. Even when bluebeard joking refers to him as "elephant man", he takes it in stride as he knows it is meant as an insult. He meditates regularly to divulge his anger. For the most part he has learned to control it. Though when in battle he releases it for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 7’8 eyes: brown skin/race: gray hair: brown age: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rimsky (Rimkhindsky Rutherford Corsair)-&lt;/strong&gt; Rimsky was born on an agricultural planet called Eden. His family was crop seeders. Flying was Rimsky’s life. His family took the regular jobs of seeding the plains .Rimsky took the most dangerous jobs like seeding the Teeth Mountains of pointed rock and soil. Many have died doing this job but to Rimsky it was merely practice. Flying was all he could think about. Flying was all he could do so he was determined to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;At night he would study the flight controls of every ship, freighter, and cruiser he could find. He took a job piloting the freighter the Hermes. It was on this mission that his fate would be forever changed.. .&lt;br /&gt;While delivering medicine to a planet deep in the system they were attacked by pirates. They were out-gunned, out-sized and out-matched. Rimsky’s choice was to run. He led the pirates on a long chase. The Hermes was fast but the ragnorock was faster. Using a near by planet’s gravity to slingshot the Hermes into an asteroid field at top speed he avoided danger. This was his element; let’s see them keep up now! He thought. They did. Maybe a more dense area, he thought. With skill that amazed even the captain of the Hermes the ship began to pull away from the ragnorock. They just might get away, the captain thought. Just then the engines of the Hermes shutdown. The space liner was caught by the tractor beams of the ragnorock and five minuets later the ship was taken by pirates. The captain of the ragnorock wanted to meet the man who over worked his techno mage to the point of exhaustion. He pointed to a sweating and winded young man to his right.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is the pilot?" the pirate captain demanded. No one spoke. "Kill them all!!" he commanded. "Aye captain." his crew said. "Wait!" said one lone voice. "I’m the pilot" Rimsky thought the voice sounded familiar, especially since it came from his mouth. He tried to stop himself but he couldn’t. "I’m the one that you’re looking for."&lt;br /&gt;Brahm bones looked him up and down and spat at his feet. He says to Rimsky, "I’ll give you two choices, boy. join me and my crew and I’ll let this ship, the crew and cargo go free …refuse, you and everybody on this ship dies. You decide. It was no real choice. That day Rimsky became a pirate. Rimsky is full of self love. He is self confident, self assured and thinks he’s the bomb. In all actuality, you could just say he is cocky. Though belle and rimsky think they are the hot young ticket they would never dream of getting together. He thinks she’s a tad too skanky and she thinks he is too flamboyant and full of hot air. His weapon of choice is his whip which he wears coiled around his chest.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’3 eyes: dark blue skin/race: caucasian hair: red streaked with blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidarthur Merlynd&lt;/strong&gt;- Sidarthur was born on a very poor planet. A planet that was used for junk. Since the federation outlawed space refuse each planet had to find a way to dispose of their own trash. Therefore several worlds become junk planets. Some entraponuers felt that money could be made by recycling the junk and selling it to manufacturers.&lt;br /&gt;Sidarthur’s parents were two of those people.&lt;br /&gt;Hephaestus lance Merlyn and his wife morgain sokar Merlyn sold everything they owned and moved to the planet helliouse. They used the funds they had raised to build a home in the free land and a recycling plant on the edge of the debris drop zone .Sidarthur was born five years after coming to hell. As a small boy he loved to tinker with the junk making toys and gadgets his parents were amazed at his technical gifts.&lt;br /&gt;One day when Sid was a teenager there was a problem at the plant. His father sometimes called him for help. When he got there the plant was at a full stop .the plant had three levels. The first was the tech level; their job was to remove all useable hardware. The second level removed all material not metal that could be recycled. Level three melted the metal with four super oscillating laser torches. The torches were a massive three stories tall. Level three was a massive pit surrounded by heat resisted glass and walls where you could observe the melting process. The problem was the lasers just shut down and when they tried to restart them they would shut down again. The systems checked out no problems. But Sid knew better. He had begun to feel things, see things as if by instinct. He felt for the power coils as his father and the workers watched. A golden light sprang from his hands and followed the power coils into the laser room where it stopped. His head tilted as if listening to some far away sound. The coolant shell to the power coils inside the pit had burned away. The lasers over heat then shut off. He said, "I think I can fix them." no one said anything as a brighter golden light followed the path of the first one and where it ended a bright blue light exploded into a small sun that&lt;br /&gt;lasted for several seconds. They watched the light as it faded away. They never saw Sid fall to the ground sweating and unconscious. In his sleep he saw places, heard names he did not know and a feeling of motion. Something was calling to him. This feeling was a constant. When he was seventeen the pull had gotten too strong. He had to leave hell and follow the voice, the call. He hopped transport after transport until it led him to the desert planet, keop there he found the city arcadia and the school of sorcery. There he would learn what he was, a techno mage, a sorcerer who mixes science and magic perfectly. In arcadia he trained for five years on the last day of the fifth year he left on a transport home on the spaceliner moon goddess. The passengers of the moon goddess were attacked by the pirate ship, the ragnorock and the pirate captain brahm bones. It happened too fast for Sid to react and try an stop them. The pirates had captured the ship. He tried to protect the passengers but one of the pirates threw a silver sphere that had runes carved on it. His magic vanished. When he moved the sphere moved and the pirates laughed. The pirate brahm bones eyed him up and down and gave him an ultimatum join his crew and all passengers will live, say no and he and all the people on this ship will die. There was no choice he became a pirate. Sidarthur is very polite and agreeable. One could say he has an airy personality. He can be a bit akward at times but for the most part he is cool calm and collected. Sidarthur carrries a back of tricks with him to aid in performing spells and a staff he uses to focus some of his spells.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’0 eyes: black and red skin/race: African hair: white (bald head) age: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Beard ()-&lt;/strong&gt;no one knows much abought blue beard except that he is brahm bones’s nephew but those are rumors.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that as a boy he always wanted to be a pirate. His father was a pirate his uncle was a pirate his grandfather was a pirate; he wanted to be a pirate. When he was a teen he disappeared for ten years. No one heard from him. Not his mother or brothers or sisters not even his uncle. Then came the reports of alone pirate terrorizing the malas Songhai solar system. He was a wild man whose skill with fire arms seemed unnatural. He never missed and killed only when he had to. For those who fought him hand to hand they say he is a super man. His strength and speed are unmatched. You recognize him from his blue mane and beard. The authorities named him bluebeard. For five years his lone exploits went on and the price on his head grew to astronomical proportions. He had proved himself he thought. Now was the time to revil himself. The ragnorock had just hit a military transport with weapons and information a good mark. They were on their way home when internal scanners picked up an intruder. Men were sent to handle the situation. Those who went did not report in on audio. Brahm bones heard the cry "la, la, la.la, la!!!" And recognized it to be bluebeard. "What the hell do’se he want, let him come boys"&lt;br /&gt;When bluebeard reached the bridge of the ship he confronted brahm bones and his crew with a wicked smile. He says, "Captain, you have two choices. I could join you and your crew and be mates, or I could kill all of you. You decide"&lt;br /&gt;Brahm bones looked him up and down. He knows this man. That face, his younger brother reborn. A smile crawled across his face as he howled with laughter and gave his nephew a hug. "Aye lad you be one of us!!" bluebeard has much attitude. He is sarcastic and a wisecracker. You never know exactly what his true feeling about something is. He wears an emotional mask. His weapons of choice are his double barrel laser riffles.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6’7 eyes: blue skin/race: Persian hair: blue age: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ragnorock-&lt;/strong&gt; the monster pirate ship of brahm bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115198343595612950?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115198343595612950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115198343595612950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198343595612950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115198343595612950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-abridged-version-of-character.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115111015321546426</id><published>2006-06-23T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:55:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Camelot! 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Character  Designs'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115110950540564638</id><published>2006-06-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:38:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Camelot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is a treatment we sent to wizard for a top cow "create your own book" contest. mind you, we never enter any of these things but this time decided to give it the old college try. we were not selected. see what happens when you try? following this is the required three page story, some character designs and abbreviated character bible. i dont think we ever found out who actually won, tho'. would you read this comic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago ancient god like beings known only as the Makers engaged in a clandestine experimentation so grand in its scale that it was forbidden to even conceive it. Yet they toiled in secret under the ever watchful eye of their elder and master. The Makers had been fabled architects of all things phenomenal and macrocosmic. It is also believed they have and do dabble in things earthly such as cultivating primeval civilizations through aides of science and technology.&lt;br /&gt;Being creators primarily of inorganic matter, the Makers now sought to delve into the process of creating life. This capacity was not beyond them, the sum of them that is to say, but strongly disallowed. It was not their place to do so. Only the elder may be permitted to do such feats for it was in his nature to do so. After long consideration (centuries to you and I), they decided to forge ahead into the business of making life. Not creating life essentially but rather manipulating it. They designed an armada of massive vessels endowed with sentience and instilled with a vital sense of purpose. Birdlike in appearance, these vessels were classified as androids and their "official" capacity was described as being "the highest evolutionary means of transportation of the interstellar or planetary kind". These creatures were hailed as The Roc. Grand in size, imbued with thought, capable of achieving incredible speeds transcending light years, wings mighty enough to topple mountains, the keenest of sight achieving great ranges from the most microscopic to the furthest telescopic, and a shriek so piercing in effect able to shatter stone and quake earth. These creatures were beautiful and majestic indeed, and yet there was still more to them. Its interior was an impressive blend of organic and metal technology. It was befitting of a great battleship. It held many tiers and many compartments to transport many. Its manual controls were designed to interface with a sole host. This host must possess exceptional mental capacity to communicate with the creature to fully utilize its functions. Otherwise, control panels of moderate capacity would be employed to control the technical aspects of The Roc. The elder was quite pleased with this creation. He called one of the creatures to his finger and stroked its fluttering wings. It cooed to his touch. But before these birds were set out upon the universe at large there was one final element to be added. With their combined energies the Makers spawned a host of prodigious symbionts to accompany The Rocs on their migration. This was the coveted secret. This, was the true inspiration and meaning of this entire undertaking, the symbionts. The Rocs were merely vessels to protect and smuggle these powerful ecessences to planned locations. With their god like energies and scientific minds the Makers formulated a force of evolution. They could not make life, but they could shape it, manipulate it and mold it in the most deceitful and intimate way imaginable. The Rocs specified instructions were to find inhabited worlds and ascertain whether its symbiont was compatible with its occupants. If so, the birds were to lay this "symbiotic egg" as near the planet’s core as possible and watch over it until its ultimate emergence. Its presence would gradually trigger a mutation in the planet’s composition and thus subsequently its inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;Enter the future. This is the age of kings and dynasties. Of sword and sorcery. And of space age technology. This is the world of Camelot. One planet is the catalyst to shape the future and the lives of many.&lt;br /&gt;Lord Errim nebacanezzer, king of new Babel seeks to reclaim control of the malas Songhai solar system and a glorified life and afterlife but in order to do so he feels he needs the ultimate blessing from his god. A gift of power to be heralded by a gigantic bird to advance his people into godhood and rulers of the galaxy. In order to receive this prize he must plot, steal, murder, betray and hold steady in his faith that his actions will show his worthiness. Camelot is the bane of lord Nebacanezzer’s existence. His jealousy of their greatness has led him on an insidious conspiracy to bring about their downfall. He suspects they are recipients of "the gift of glory", the highest blessing of their lord, Ghist. He fears they are favored over new Babel and they shall be the ones to rule and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;He began by planting a spy among the royal family’s ranks. Sultan Ballahaad is responsible for having king Farramarz’s oldest son and captain of the army, azziz-hassan, removed not only from ranks but banished from his home world forever. He had the king’s oracle advisor, Montique Hathghol and her husband kidnapped and left for dead so that she could not interfere in their plans. Fast forward twenty years. King Farramarz and his wife Saba have met their demise in a so called convoy accident. Mohan, the king’s youngest son rules now along with his wife, Scheherazade. They have only one child, Alliscin. Their reign is successful and free of unnecessary discord. Sultan and nebacanezzer come up with an elaborate scheme to poison the agriculture export from Camelot resulting in thousands of deaths and blood on the king and queen’s hands. The people of the malas Songhai confederation of worlds were clamoring for justice and the king and queen’s head. The president of the confederation, Persephone Tutankhamen, is good friends with the Abbabas and believe only in their absolute innocence but she cannot convince her constituents and colleagues of this. Ballahad argues the king and queen knew of the poisoned crop but continued to export it anyway for the currency. He claimed they had become greedy and arrogant. Persephone sentences them to death to give temporary comfort to the people. They are to remain in stasis among the other prisoners for several years. In secret she plots to prove their innocence, though she is suddenly stricken ill by a mysterious virus. She has word put out to hunt down Captain Ahab, space pirate and more covertly known as azziz-hassan Abbaba. Azziz was thought to be dead long ago but special intelligence told Persephone otherwise. She kept his secret in hopes of reuniting the brothers one day but now sadly that day may never come. Persephone’s illness progresses rapidly and she becomes unable to perform her duties as ruler of Alexandria and president of the confederation. She charges her son and only child, Persius, to rule in her absence. She is cared for by her mother, the lady Godiva Tutankhamen, former queen, and her father sir Bacchus. As regent Persius is susceptible to Nebacanezzer’s manipulations. He advises Persius to expel Camelot from the confederation. This will gain him favor in the people’s eyes. He does so. Once the official word has been put out Camelot is barraged by attacks from rivals, foes, and scavengers seeking vengeance, conquest, and the many spoils Camelot has to offer. They had no help or protection from other worlds. Those who could help were too afraid to get involved in fear of retribution. Low and behold lord nebacanezzer of new Babel "comes to the rescue" of Camelot. He proclaims its people have suffered enough and that now he and his massive military would now provide protection for them. Young Alliscin is now 15 and queen of Camelot. In the absence of her parents she has been raised by her adopted sister Ralee and her husband Cyrus. Because of recent events her uncle, the wizard, Alakazam, has returned to his home world to aid his niece in her turbulent reign. Camelot, once a picture of grandeur and beauty, was now in ruins. Robbed of his excellence and richness of assets. Hundreds of lives lost and the royal family stripped of its heritage and dignity. Nebacanezzer seemingly has become the Abbaba’s only ally and friend. He has sent his army, the Hun Dread, to occupy Camelot to protect its lands supposedly. Though he is actually there to seek out the winged gargantuan he knows in his gut is there, protecting the gift of glory. Nebacanezzer has kept all other off worlders away from Camelot in order to seek his prize. He offers allascin goods for her people in exchange for continuing occupation and whatever else liberties he takes with her world. She has become suspicious of him but right now her people need things she cannot provide them with at this time. She tries to remain optimistic with the weight of her parent’s fate, her people, her family and her world resting heavily on her. With the help of her uncle Alakazam, her sister Ralee and brother in law Cyrus, she devises many options to rebuild Camelot but they all seem impractical. She is undaunted.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, suspicion has arisen among the ranks of nebacanezzer and his cohorts, king Ptolemy of Mali and lord Attilah of Montezuma, that perhaps a rescue attempt has been planned for the Abbabas. Nebacanezzer advises Persius to move the execution date up to foil this attempt. He tells him if they were to be rescued, the people would hold him accountable in their place and the Tutankhamen name would be disgraced. Persius heeds his advice. Persephone is not pleased, but she is confident her plans will be carried out successfully. On the eve of their execution the station is breeched by intruders. Though the building has been placed on high security pirates have managed to bypass them in a stealth rescue operation. They had been given security codes to sneak in and procure Mohan and Scheherazade, compliments of Persephone. The rescue attempt is foiled by overwhelming odds against the crew of the Ragnorock. During the escape scharazade is struck by laser fire and goes down. Mohan goes back for her and tells Azziz to go, he is not leaving without his wife. He tells him he will catch up but they both know this is the last time they will ever see each other. And then right before his eyes Azziz witnesses the brutal and violent murder of his younger brother. His crew pulls him away for a narrow escape. They arrive on Camelot shortly thereafter where the family hears the news of the king and queen. Meanwhile, nebacanezzer has devised a plot to defame and dethrone Persius. It seems Persius has been unintentionally slowly poisoning his mother all along with special flowers given to him by Attilah. Nebacanezzer has word spread that Persius has poisoned his mother and king Attilah. It has been supposed that Persius has gone power mad and murdered Attilah out of frivolous jealousy and poisoning his mother for her permanent position. He calls for his removal as regent of Alexandria and president of the confederation. Upon hearing this information Godiva and Bacchus flee Alexandria with Persephone through secret passage ways, while Persius himself embarks on his own getaway to prove himself innocent. The Tutankhamen’s know there is a conspiracy abound and that Persius was unwillingly caught up in it. Their disappearance sealed Persius’s guilt and Nebacanezzer’s reign of acting president of the confederation and regent to Alexandria until the people install another ruler. Meanwhile, allascin has come up with the idea to become a space pirate to rebuild Camelot, she and her extended family of royal guards, what was left of the Arabbhian knights, workers from the palace and her uncle’s own crew of pirates could now be known as the 40 thieves. They would rob and pillage all those worlds that attacked or wished ill on them until they amassed enough wealth and technology to bring Camelot back to its splendor. The tricky part would be dong it under the watchful eye of nebacanezzer. While on a scouting mission to locate materials for spells Alakazam and pirate techno wizard Sidarthur Merlynd, discover the colossal bird known as the roc beneath mount Arrarack. The fabled winged gargantuan with the gift of power. They enlist the bird as their ship and protector. It helps them because its purpose is to watch over the symbionts that enriches the planet and its people. What good will it do if there is nothing left to enrich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115110950540564638?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115110950540564638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115110950540564638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115110950540564638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115110950540564638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-camelot.html' title='For Camelot!!'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115103795413128676</id><published>2006-06-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:45:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/scarlett%20fever4%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/scarlett%20fever4%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me start off by saying that we hardly finish anything. Exhibit A. This character is Scarlett Fever. It was coming along sooo well that i just had to stop. We do that alot...I know, we suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115103795413128676?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115103795413128676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115103795413128676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103795413128676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103795413128676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-let-me-start-off-by-saying-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115103681333102953</id><published>2006-06-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:26:53.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/1600/FRONTPAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3702/3205/320/FRONTPAGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115103681333102953?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115103681333102953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115103681333102953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103681333102953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103681333102953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115103661517242094</id><published>2006-06-22T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:23:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Borg.</title><content type='html'>Sursly, we are. What will you be seeing here? just a few pics we've assembled from our collection of art through the years. we finally gave into peer pressure and put up this shite because it was so easy to do. there&lt;em&gt; will&lt;/em&gt; actually be a webpage...someday.. But, until then please humor a couple of rubes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115103661517242094?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115103661517242094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115103661517242094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103661517242094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103661517242094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-borg.html' title='We Are The Borg.'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29970723.post-115103562721616538</id><published>2006-06-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:13:04.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOYAH!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome To This Side of the Universe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29970723-115103562721616538?l=theimagineers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/feeds/115103562721616538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29970723&amp;postID=115103562721616538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103562721616538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29970723/posts/default/115103562721616538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theimagineers.blogspot.com/2006/06/booyah.html' title='BOOYAH!!'/><author><name>BOOYAH!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212511449654880002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
