Owen Marsh art

Dr. Owen Fairfield Marsh

These are from unfinished projects that spun off from Innocence Lost or random ideas I just had to draw out. I put these here because they don't fit with any of the current Owen stories or I just feel like showcasing them here..

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This is probably the first time I drew Owen with his fire in the Simpson style. Owen was always meant to have fire and I was going to use this ability in a Halloween story. I also gave him a Spanish sword that he forged himself.

This is as far as the Halloween (Tree House of Horror) story ever got. This is the only drawing I made for it and never wrote a single word of it down. It was going to be one big elemental showdown between the Frink Family and Owen. I did play out several fun RPGs with a friend that you'll find in the story section. Here Owen is attacking Maxillian who was learning to control electricity. I love the hate in Owen's eyes. One of my better colorings in this style.

I'm always amazed at how I have the ability to mimic others' style. Owen could easily fit into the Simpson world. This is a scene from one of the RPGs I mentioned that I wrote with Kitora. Here Owen's air supply to his helmet was cut off by Thagirion and Owen dropped his sword and nearly died. I later incorporated these elements into The Last Holy Knight which I DID manage to finish...story wise anyway.

Here Owen is asleep in his room and having a nightmare. Seems he can never get away from Thagirion. The shadow on the wall isn't Thagirion though, but a projection from his dream caused by his fire. Since the fire used to be a part of Thagirion some of his qualities still manifest themselves then though Owen doesn't know it.

This isn't a scene from any particular story. It's just something I had in my head and had to draw. In my more recent stories like The Last Holy Knight and RPs, Owen is always on the run from Thagirion. This could be a scene from any of those. I imagine him in the Flare Enterprise building running but not being able to get away from Davon. He hates, him, he's frightened and he's anger, but there's nothing he can do about it. Owen set those flames but it won't slow Davon down any. Davon is calm and does not run after him, but always seems to be right behind and only makes Owen hate him more.

I'm very impressed with myself. This is one of my best Owen drawings. Of all the drawings I've made only around three do I think are REALLY good and this is one of them. I recently joined a Harry Potter board called The Sorting Hat and was sorted into Slytherin. I was so thrilled I decided to draw something to commemorate the occassion. Of all my characters none fits into Slytherin better than Owen. Here he is wearing the house colors of green and white. He's got his wand with him too. I love that this is in winter and the wind is blowing his scarf and fire around. Of course he wouldn't be a student there, he'd be a professor. He'd make a wonderful alchemist. It's interesting to note that the word alchemist has the word chemist in it. I've always believed that the alchemists of old were really scientists that were well ahead of their time and the primatives around them didn't understand and though they were making magic.

Owen Marsh Lost In The Snow. I LOVE how this drawing turned out. I spent days working on this from the initial drawing to the coloring. This doesn't tie in with my Thagirion story but is part of an RP I played with a friend where Owen is teleported by Davon to the frozen waste of Northern Canada in winter. Davon didn't have time to deal with Owen right away but he sent him of completely unprepared. He'll deal with him later...if he survives. Owen appears in this blizzard and has no clue how he got there. He begins to freak out since he doesn't have his helmet, he is not dressed for the weather and he fears that if his fire goes out he'll die. He's in very serious trouble.

Owen Marsh Torn. This in a way is a reference picture. This was also inspired by the RP mentioned above. Owen is lost in a blizzard in Norther Canada and is attacked by the ice demon Krystallos. He's hit hard by an icicle attack that nailed him from above and from the side. When I wrote this part of the story Owen's clothes got torn up badly as he did as well. One of my favorite things about this is how his coat sleeves on both arms are hanging by a thread and a few circles around his arms that didn't rip off. I also got to draw him from the back which I rarely do. I love the back view of this so much. The whole upper back of his coat is severed and hanging lose. I love the feeling of pain in this and yes he's pretty much spent and passes out after this point. What little protection he had against the cold is pretty much taken from him.

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	This is probably the first time I drew Owen with his fire in the Simpson style. Owen was always meant to have fire and I was going to use this ability in a Halloween story. I also gave him a Spanish sword that he forged himself.
	This is as far as the Halloween (Tree House of Horror) story ever got. This is the only drawing I made for it and never wrote a single word of it down. It was going to be one big elemental showdown between the Frink Family and Owen. I did play out several fun RPGs with a friend that you'll find in the story section. Here Owen is attacking Maxillian who was learning to control electricity. I love the hate in Owen's eyes. One of my better colorings in this style.
	I'm always amazed at how I have the ability to mimic others' style. Owen could easily fit into the Simpson world. This is a scene from one of the RPGs I mentioned that I wrote with Kitora. Here Owen's air supply to his helmet was cut off by Thagirion and Owen dropped his sword and nearly died. I later incorporated these elements into The Last Holy Knight which I DID manage to finish...story wise anyway.
	Here Owen is asleep in his room and having a nightmare. Seems he can never get away from Thagirion. The shadow on the wall isn't Thagirion though, but a projection from his dream caused by his fire. Since the fire used to be a part of Thagirion some of his qualities still manifest themselves then though Owen doesn't know it.
	This isn't a scene from any particular story. It's just something I had in my head and had to draw. In my more recent stories like The Last Holy Knight and RPs, Owen is always on the run from Thagirion. This could be a scene from any of those. I imagine him in the Flare Enterprise building running but not being able to get away from Davon. He hates, him, he's frightened and he's anger, but there's nothing he can do about it. Owen set those flames but it won't slow Davon down any. Davon is calm and does not run after him, but always seems to be right behind and only makes Owen hate him more.
	I'm very impressed with myself. This is one of my best Owen drawings. Of all the drawings I've made only around three do I think are REALLY good and this is one of them. I recently joined a Harry Potter board called The Sorting Hat and was sorted into Slytherin. I was so thrilled I decided to draw something to commemorate the occassion. Of all my characters none fits into Slytherin better than Owen. Here he is wearing the house colors of green and white. He's got his wand with him too. I love that this is in winter and the wind is blowing his scarf and fire around. Of course he wouldn't be a student there, he'd be a professor. He'd make a wonderful alchemist. It's interesting to note that the word alchemist has the word chemist in it. I've always believed that the alchemists of old were really scientists that were well ahead of their time and the primatives around them didn't understand and though they were making magic.
	Owen Marsh Lost In The Snow. I LOVE how this drawing turned out. I spent days working on this from the initial drawing to the coloring. This doesn't tie in with my Thagirion story but is part of an RP I played with a friend where Owen is teleported by Davon to the frozen waste of Northern Canada in winter. Davon didn't have time to deal with Owen right away but he sent him of completely unprepared. He'll deal with him later...if he survives. Owen appears in this blizzard and has no clue how he got there. He begins to freak out since he doesn't have his helmet, he is not dressed for the weather and he fears that if his fire goes out he'll die. He's in very serious trouble.
	Owen Marsh Torn. This in a way is a reference picture. This was also inspired by the RP mentioned above. Owen is lost in a blizzard in Norther Canada and is attacked by the ice demon Krystallos. He's hit hard by an icicle attack that nailed him from above and from the side. When I wrote this part of the story Owen's clothes got torn up badly as he did as well. One of my favorite things about this is how his coat sleeves on both arms are hanging by a thread and a few circles around his arms that didn't rip off. I also got to draw him from the back which I rarely do. I love the back view of this so much. The whole upper back of his coat is severed and hanging lose. I love the feeling of pain in this and yes he's pretty much spent and passes out after this point. What little protection he had against the cold is pretty much taken from him.