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Does anyone miss the old Bionicle comics? If so, do you think it would break copyright laws to make an archive of them? Also if the new ones are any good we could include them. (@VBBN: Could you make a poll with three options? Yes, no, and "I could live without them.")
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I really like the designs for the Bionicle sets we're getting this summer, so this here is a MOC built in the same sort of style. It was fun figuring out the ribcage detail, and also working with lots of transparent parts. If enough people ask, I may just make a how-to on how to build this guy! EDIT: Instructions here!
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So, I'm new to Bionicle. I am getting the new 2015 Pohatu and Protector of Stone with some Christmas money. I need some opinions on where I should go from there with these new 2015 sets.
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Hello again! From the beginning of December 2014 LEGO gave me an opportunity to play with new Bionicle 2015 pieces. 50 Kilos. In return I had to build some MOCs and sent them my photos. LEGO gave me 2 weeks of pleasure. After that time I had to sent them back all Bionicle 2015 pieces and all MOCs I created with them. They said they would like to use them for Public Relations purposes. But they also said I can use photos in my gallery/forum etc. If you're interested in more details, you can see my little propaganda video: ... don't forget to turn captions on! Ok, I think I made my point and it is good time to show my MOCs. I decided to post here only some basic pictures and links - that's because I don't want to make topic too huge. More infos about heroes and others in my flickr/DA descriptions: FlickR (all project Bionicle 2015 photos) DeviantArt (all project Bionicle 2015 photos, additional gallery) FlickR (my second account) (photos of 50 kilos, new Bionicle parts etc.) I also give some links related to topic on my blog. I'm sorry I didn't translate it into English but I think it my be more practical to show MOCs' photos in that way. I don't think that the text is interesting - on flickR/DA should be all of my story in English. 1. Dark Lord BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). The Bush of Power: 2. Hero of Fire BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 3. Hero fo Stone BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 4. Hero of Water BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 5. Hero of Air BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 6. Hero of Ice BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 7. The Huntress BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). 8. The Hunting Huntress BRICKSHELF - Rahi Emu BRICKSHELF - plant A topic on my blog (some extra photos). Some additional photos: 9. Beasts BRICKSHELF - Dark Lord's scout BRICKSHELF - Turtle A topic on my blog. 10. Zar’ratux the Dragon BRICKSHELF A topic on my blog (some extra photos). Additional photo: Best regards, ~ QQS
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Goodevening all, Me and my brother bought the new bionicle sets over a week ago (in the UK) and we have been really enjoying them, however we have been discussing the supposed 'combiners' that lego are currently using with the toa + protectors weapons. We decided to have a go at building them both and some kaita of the protectors. Akamai Wairuha Protector Akamai Protector Wairuha Battle! I hope you like them, more images can be found on brickshelf as soon as its public. - Mightyslickpancake
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Note: This thread will be used as a "blog" on the development of this piece of fanfiction. If you want to keep posted on the story's development, subscribe! As danger threatens to befall upon the city once more, the race is on to retrieve the mysterious relic, and hopefully keep the city’s equilibrium as ever constant as usual. For this, the people of Lan-ra call upon three Toa warriors, one from each of the three levels of the city, to work together and find the relic. But with their individual ideas of what the relic must be and what it is for, can these elemental masters truly hold a bond of unity? -------------------------------------------------------------------- Legend of the Hidden Relic is a piece of Bionicle fanfiction I am currently working on. Set in a universe seperate to the first and second official generations of Bionicle, LotHR follows the adventure of three brave Toa in their quest to retrieve a mysterious artefact that will protect their world. But, the separate motivations of these Toa may cause some difficulty in their journey... The story is still currently a work in progress. I shall keep you all posted on my progress as I write new content, by posting to this thread. Enjoy!~ -------------------------------------------------------------------- INDEX 1. DEVELOPMENT NOTES 2. PROLOGUE (WIP)
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So recently, inspired by an offhand comment my twin brother made about wanting to see/build an updated version of the classic Nui-Rama set, I decided to try my hand at a MOC. After much planning, preparation on LDD, and scavenging parts from recent Technic sets, the result is what you see here. A "Skull Sandfly" (still not 100% sold on the name, but I like the alliteration). I tried to recreate the look of the classic set while giving it a much-needed update, with CCBS parts replacing the classic low-posability Bionicle limbs and the dated Throwbot/Slizer gearbox cleared out to make way for a custom gearbox which utilizes the knob gears from this year's Technic-heavy Toa and Lord of Skull Spiders. The function looks better (thanks in part to the wings from Gorast and Thornraxx) and arguably works better, with less wobble and a better grip for the handle. The jaw and claws are now posable, thanks to parts from last year's Hero Factory sets, and the eyes are now solidly attached instead of weirdly popping off like other masks. And at 103 pieces, it gives the original a run for its money in terms of bulk and building experience as well. Photos: (1, 2, 3, 4) Video: (1, 2, 3) LXF File (Build Your Own!): (Download) Any comments? Critiques? Questions? Voice them in the comments!
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Okay, so I forgot to share this on here so... opps Here is all the revamp from the 9 Day Revamp To Christmas. That I have done on my flickr and DeviantART. The 9 revamps was Lewa, Onua, Pohatu, Mata Nui, Gali, Kopaka, Takanuva, Teridax and Tahu. --> NOTE THE DEVIANT PICTURE IS DIFFERENT FROM THE FLICKR <-- Day 1: Lewa flickr, deviantART Day 2: Onua flickr, deviantART Day 3: Pohatu flickr, deviantART Day 4: Mata nui flickr, deviantART Day 5: Gali flickr, deviantART Day 6: Kopaka flickr, deviantART Day 7: Takanuva flickr, deviantART Day 8: Teridax flickr, deviantART Day 9: Tahu flickr, deviantART Hope you all like theses revamp and would like hear you honest opinion and criticism about these.
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I encourage you to click the photos to view them in better quality! Or if you'd rather, here is the gallery. I don't have a great stories for these guys, but here is the short one I wrote for BrickFair: The beast Razulin protects rogue villager Saka on her journeys. They became a team when Razulin saved Saka from an attack on her village, before she was killed. Razulin is meant to resemble a cat/panther. Based on feedback from my previous cat, Mayazakt, I gave Razulin a much thicker/longer tail. This MoC is already packaged up, but I appreciate feedback for future similar creations! There are also some more photos in the Brickshelf gallery.
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"Really. This is why you summoned me?" These dudes, trained and given elemental powers by the big man Pohatu himself, protect Po-Koto while he's off on business. Skinny Asymmentry over there has a sword. He stabs. Bigmin Mac Widensteen on the other hand, has striker eureka capabilities in his chest and a big glove. We're safe.
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Didn't see a thread like this, so I decided to make one. The title is pretty self explanatory, if you have any pictures of constraction, whether it be dioramas, poses, seasonal, etc. Feel free to contribute. Something seasonal I put together. Here we have a small group of bionicle characters who have set aside their differences to celebrate Christmas. Experimentation with lighting effects. I kinda like it. So those are mine. How about yours?
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On this eve of the new Bionicle release this subforum is full of set reviews and villain contest MOCs... and I wonder if there is room for one boss Toa of electricity and her crab friend? This MOC is character from Klaanon, Finnish Bionicle-ish novel project written by the remains of Finnish (ex-)bionicle community. Tawa is the primal leader of the organization Bio-Klaani. I've build this character numerous times before, but this time I built the mask from scratch to achieve the trans-blue lens which is an iconic feature of her outlook. The old yellow Hau used on the previous versions alwys felt too masculine and orgulous for this character. I also build Nöpö, the dwarf Ussal crab mascot of the organization. There are lot of more photos on my blog.
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*please critique* With the advent of a return, and a possible reboot to bionicle, I've been thinking about doing my own little complete re-telling and re-imagining (since Greg mucked up the feel and the lore after 2003, in my opinion). If y'all like this, I'll post the rest when I'm done with it. This story follows a matured Matoran, a Tuakana, on his journey to defeat the enigmatic Makuta that has plagued the island of Mata Nui for countless centuries. Mata Nui has been without Toa for several millennia, so all that this Matoran has on his side is sheer willpower, and those who wish to fight beside him. Chapter One, "Christening of Fools" . . “You’ve spent your time hunting for that near-life experience; something that’ll make you feel…. Something. But along the way you’ve caused hurt, shattered dreams. Sometimes the forces of life conspire to make a man build dreams on promises, promises which one cannot deliver. A cheat, someone violent, someone meek… “ Onewa turns to face me, and gestures something with his hands. “I’ve seen others like you. One of them was me.. You’re hoping for a dramatic, poetic end to your life of adventure?” I chime in, after removing my mask out of respect for the old Turaga. My opaque, protodermis facial tissue moves in tandem with the mechanical plates of my masseter, my under-face. “I hope to end with dignity, Onewa. Not to be held in any high regard, or with fame at all. I wish to live my life for me.” “Good, because a Tuakana like you seldom gets one. One like you, with a death wish, hunting a Makuta’s thrall who has allegedly drawn its proverbial line in the rock of Onu-Koro, far away from your home territory, I might add, has little chance of a dignified death. You won’t go out triumphantly. I can tell you that much.” Says the Turaga. I raise my eyes to his, and retort. “I have not a death wish, Onewa. Just a wish for death upon the evil that has overtaken the minds of my entire village.” My voice becomes more hostile as I talk. One must have restraint in front of a Turaga at all times, I tell myself. Onewa tilts his head, his mask shifting slightly. I can see his eyes behind it, I think he’s raising an eyebrow. “So you wish for death, eh? And you dare to tell that to me? You know me, and what I have been through.” He stares me down for a good few seconds. Enough seconds to pass a few seasons, it feels. Onewa turns and walks over to the portal overlooking the deserts of Po-Koro, and breaks the silence. “I made a death pact long ago, in a land far different from this one. Metru, I believe you were a pilgrim from there, yes? I have been cursed with the title of Kommundau for three hundred-some years... Do you know what that word means?” “No, sir, I do not.” After another pause he states, “It means ‘one who takes’. The label, the journey, both will overtake you until you become but an exterminator. You will do good work, and people will feel safer because of it. However, you will get strange looks, and be given a strange room from entire villages. They will fear you, Dushka. Do you really want that?” He says with great weight to his words. I sigh, and invite myself to sit on a bench by the wall. “There is no village, and no Matoran or Tuakana left on this island that I wish to revere me. All have been… Reduced to braindead husks by the infernal Makuta. If I could do only one thing with my life, it would be to spare others the same emptiness in my heart.” “That is quite a pitch, Dushka. Quite a pitch. That’s miles more noble than the reason for my pact.” Says Onewa. “I won’t ask, Onewa.” I state. “Good, I wouldn’t give you a straight answer even if you did.” There is a slight pause between us, as Onewa walks over to an elaborate woodcut on the wall, and gestures to it. “As you know, when the great spirit Mata Nui lends his soul to one of the machines in a sleep shell floating beyond the barrier reef, they exit the shell living and sentient, once the shell beaches itself. Wherever they land dictates whether they become of water, earth, air, fire, stone, or ice. They are then given a mask to ward off the Makuta’s influence once they reach a village, and thus become a Matoran. They’re smaller at that time, but they quickly grow, like you did. But time does not make one an upper-class, artisan Tuakana like you are, action does.” Onewa, turns to me, and removes his mask, bristling with wires and vents. His face is average, though the protodermis on his eggshell white face is distended and wrinkly in a manner I’ve never seen before. A large, grey crevasse dominates the right side of his face, his eye socket narrowly dodging whatever blow caused such a scar. “And once one becomes a Tuakana, their path back to Mata Nui becomes jagged, and distended. Your path leads you to become Kommundau, I believe. None can speak for the great spirit’s will, but I firmly believe you and I are one in the same.” He then traces the scar down his face with two fingers, scraping off some “dead”, drained protodermis flecks and shows them to me. “See these?” He asks. “It’s called pouko, death sand. If you’ve never had it on your face before, you wouldn’t know they hurt like the sting of a dillwasp. They do, so don’t wince.” He then runs his index and middle fingers down my face, beneath my eyes. I try my best not to contort my face in pain. He then repeats the process with the other side of my face, giving me three vertical lines, tracing down from my eyes to my jaw. He draws on a fourth, a wavy line, on my furthest left side. I feel it stinging, eating away at the living liquid that makes up my face. It burns, down a few millimeters until my face has been scarred. “These scars,” He begins. “These scars are sacred, Dushka. They are the tears of Mata Nui himself. This ugliness that I have bestowed upon you signifies the ugliness in your heart, the detestable fixation on death and murder that you have inherited when your village, your friends, your family have perished at the hands of the Makuta.” Onewa fits his mask back on his face. “The long stripe, on your right side, that is the tear of Unity. It will dissapear should you open your heart to another. The shorter one, to the left of Unity, that is the tear of Duty. That will disappear when you complete your journey, and slay the Makuta. The third is Destiny. Only you know when that one will dissipate.” “And the fourth?” I ask, after a slight pause. “It will disappear when you’re ready for what is to come.” he says. End part 1 Chapter two, The Dead Man's Haste . . . As I exit the temple in which Turaga Onewa stays, I cross a good half-mile of Po-Koro's dirt streets and into the market district. Walking through the markets was always one of my favorite things to do. There's a lot I'll miss once I’m laying dead in the dirt, but I sure won't miss the harangues emanating from the rug guy. "Hey, Dushka! I know you're thinkin' about my rugs!" I look straight ahead, ignoring the long-masked man. He continues, "C'mon, you-" "No rugs, Lelan." I croak. "Alright, alright..." He trails off, defeated, muttering profanities. I walk a little further, until I reach a building topped by a tall trapezoid, dotted with red glass sun ports. "Here we are!" I say to the sudden absence of Matoran around me. I glance at the inscription above the door. "Cotet's Customs: Fresh Mahki Shrimp and Weaponry" I knock on the door, and fake a Ta-Matoran accent. "Sandman! I demand you feed me your freshest Mahki!" The door opens to a mask-less Cotet, chalky-white face covered in grime and grunge. His face immediately lights up. "Brother! It's been a while! Take off the mask and have a seat, stay for a bit!" Reluctantly in my mind, yet almost swiftly in reality, I remove my mask. Cotet's jaw goes slack upon seeing the four scars trailing down my face. "Dushka, come inside, I can help you..." He pulls me into his dwelling, and locks the door. Frantically, he places my mask on a hook on the wall, and grabs a small lightstick. He focuses it on my face, and I wince, just letting whatever happens, happen. “Death sand…” Cotet begins. “Brother, you are making a terrible mistake.” “I know what I’m doing. Well, not what I’m doing, but what I did. I have an idea about what I’m doing, not much else.” I say. “Someone must kill the Makuta, I know, but you aren’t that someone. This island has no Toa and a Matoran is not used in lieu of one.” he says. “You’ll be slaughtered.” I nod in silent affirmation in his prediction. “I came here for a reason, Cotet. I need weapons. Can I borrow your sand slinger you brought back from Metru?” I say as I walk back towards his workshop. “No! That’s my special thing. If I’m coming with you, you get a weld resonator, two ‘burners, and I’ll give you some brass knuckles for when you drop them in sheer terror of the monster that will lay before you.” I stop and look back at him. “You come with me?” “Yes! If you’re going to have any chance at all, you’re gonna need a vet of the Bohrok War, and the Wula War of one-aught-three.” I shrug. “I’m a vet of those too, and at least I came out with all my bits still on me.” I motion towards his bulky right replacement arm. “Dick.” He grunts. “I love you, brother.” I pat him on the back vigorously. He pulls me in for a hug and pats my back in retort. “I love you too, you.. You…” “Me?” I ask. He steps back a bit and holds his hands up half way, frustrated. “Look, ever since I took that shrapnel to the conk back in the Bohrok days, my brain isn’t the best at thinkin’ anymore. Just pretend I said something insulting, but in a joking manner.” “Sure, why not.” I chuckle. He sometimes forgets that he said things already. “That’s fine, I should have enough brain in me for both of us.” He looks back at me. “That reminds me, back to why you’re stupid. You have no plan.” I have no plan, so I just shrug. Cotet wags his finger at me, and says “But a plan… I have a plan…” he motions me into his workshop. He rolls a stool over to me and I sit down. He then directs me to a dimly lit area of the workshop, where something’s partially covered with a blue tarp. Cotet takes the tarp off the massive object, and I now see that it’s black and shiny, at least. “This, my friend,” Cotet begins. “Is the Votlem-A. A ruthless, yet sensible machine capable of immense destruction.” He turns on the light for that area, and I see that it’s a black and yellow Bohrok, rebuilt to massive size with long, segmented arms and short, heavily armored legs. “A Bohrok?! How in the world is that sensible?” I say. Cotet makes a gesture with his arms and says “Don’t worry! It’s only a Bohrok on the outside. On the inside, it’s a very intelligent and capable Monk Ape brain kept alive by purified protodermis drips.” “You’re insane.” “What is, sane? To a man of my stature, everyone is insane. Except me!” “That means you’re insane. Do you know how illegal this is?” I say, getting a little perturbed. “Yes, but Vakama nor his goons are even in this Koro! We’re in the final frontier, my friend. And the fruit of this exploration… Is the Votlem.” He finishes with a showy gesture at the monstrosity. “Insane.” I say. “Genius.” He replies. “We can go back and forth all day, Dushka, but what we have to do is suit up and head out towards wherever you think the Makuta is.” I stand up and head over towards the weapon rack. “Jolihili, right on the border of Po-Koro and Onu-Koro. Straight west from here.” I pick up a ‘burner, and inspect it. A sword, a thin curved blade with six flat pieces extending back towards the bearer, held in place by a metal bar. The whole thing has a brown patina from age, but it has clearly been cared for lovingly. I grab another another and pin the two to my sides for quick access. “That’s like a six-day journey, if we go slow.” Says Cotet, in a pleased tone. I chime in, looking for my weld resonator. “Yeah, it won’t be that bad. Gives us ample time to get prepared for a likely death.” I hear him pick something up in the background. “Don’t be so macabre. There’s still some chance we get out of this alive.” I find the resonator, it’s covered with orange surface rust now, but back when I was using it in the Bohrok war, it was a stark white. It’s still as beautiful as when I left it here. It’s composed of two identical blades, held together by four thin resonation bars. A simple weapon. Well, less a weapon, more a tool used as one. Like a crowbar or an axe. With a range of twenty feet, it can mend together metals, melt them clean apart with a concentrated resonance cascade, or it can just be used to beat the sunshine out of whatever we meet. If Makuta’s thralls have any, that is. Beating the tar out of them makes more sense. “Yeah, maybe. Still got my pack here?” I ask. Cotet’s eyes don’t waver from whatever he’s working on, and says “Yeah, over there, next to mine.” His has a yellow Bohrok head he keeps as a war trophy, but hollowed out and used as a protodermis gas tank to power his strong, but old body if he needs to run or lift some giant boulder or some similar feat. It has four detcords strapped to it, and a teal sponge antenna at the top to draw in minute amounts of protodermis and nitrogen from the air. My pack is simple, just a big box with some knobs on the side where I can hang stuff if need be. I heft it up - it’s already packed. Just how I left it. “Alright, I think I’m ready. What’re you doing over there?” I ask Cotet. “Makin’ bombs.” “Oh, cool. We should head out soon.” He waves his hand at me, gaze not wavering from the loading bench. “Just five more minutes, bombs are important.” End part 2 New parts coming soon!
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Just a CCBS version of everyone's favorite Captain of the Guard. Inspired by this thread.
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So yeah, I was up at 5AM this morning for some ridiculous reason, so I decided to pass the two hours before I needed to get ready for work by fiddling with my CCBS parts. After fiddling with an XT4 torso for quite a while, I eventually cobbled together this little firey fellow, complete with a shoulder mounted shooter, transparent orange details, and exceptionally bulky armouring. Enjoy! Edit: Shiny new photos! Ooooo!
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These are the villains I've entered for the Bionicle golden mask competition. Guyrodin Switchblade Scora Good luck to everyone!
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Hi everyone, this is my first ever input into Eurobricks. I've been lurking for a while, and this contest made me decide to finally create an account. This is the first thing I have ever built using CCBS. I bought a bulk lot off eBay last week, and having never used it before I must say I enjoy using it a lot more than I thought I would. I'm glad that Bionicle next year is using this system, I feel like it's definitelly a step in the positive direction. Not to say I don't love the old system, I still can't get enough of the originals. Anyway, I digress. Here is my entry to the contest: BFTGM Entry - The Malevolent BFTGM Entry - The Malevolent by Tr0jinH0rse, on Flickr The Malevolent are a race native to the dark caves of Okoto, a violent and primitive species who wear the bones of their victims as armour and trophies. They wear a skull mask to frighten and intimidate their prey, and any who are foolhardy enough to challenge them. The villagers of Onu-Koto are wary of disturbing these beasts, as they don't want to end up as the next piece of armour on a Malevolent. Also, here is a shot of how I imagine the Malevolent to look in the dim light of a cave: BFTGM Entry - The Malevolent by Tr0jinH0rse, on Flickr More photos here: Thanks for looking! Good luck to everybody who entered the contest.
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Lord of Skull Spiders MOD by TheOneVeyronian, on Flickr Hi all! I was kind of bored yesterday, so I decided to have a crack at improving the Lord of Skull Spiders in LDD, constructing the original set using just a parts list and whatever pictures I could find of the set on Eurobricks and BZPower (first time I've actually built a set this complex without instructions), before making a few modifications and improvements. The main modification here is to the legs - here I've added an extra ball joint to each leg for much improved poseability in the real model. The abdomen handle has been filled out a little whilst retaining the function squeeze handle, and exposed balljoints have been put to good use to fill out and shape the model a bit more. The model you see in the picture was rendered using LDD2POV-Ray. Post-processing through Photoshop was applied to add LOSS' face since the chestplate does not accept decoration. For those of you interested in using this for the basis of your own modifications, I provide the LDD file here. A few things to note about the LXF file however: it's missing the rubber band which is vital for the leg function. Wherever I use a black 3M axle (2 instances), this actually is supposed to represent the new 2M axle piece with pin (picture of it here, the piece on the left) which appears in LOSS (but having built a replica of the mechanism myself, a 3M axle would also work in it's place). I'm aware the trans-orange colour is all wrong as trans-neon orange does not appear to be in LDD. And the pose achieved in the render probably isn't possible in real life as the mechanism is set at an almost closed position due to LDD limitations (I couldn't get the knob gears to mesh properly at any angle except right angles!). The design is open to further modification (I intend to add a hook and string to the abdomen to let it hang once I get hold of the set itself), and while building this I realised you can just as easily build a trans-light blue (in place of the trans-neon orange) version so I might upload what that would look like to my Flickr a bit later. Thanks for looking!
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Because every evil villain needs a top hat... My third entry for BFTGM. A revamp of this moc.
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Idle Defensive Posture Tamed by Shaman Dondo's Fanged Tuonisar, an old inhabitant of Mata Nui, is a sub-species of tuonisar. It is the only purely land-dwelling tuonisar, yet along evolution's path it has retained its long neck and tail, formerly used to cling to trees. Males, like the one pictured, are endowed with a tangle of wires and cables around the torso that carry healing protodermis that it uses to heal itself, its young, and its mate. Young, and female fanged tuonisars are unable to heal quickly. Only the male has that ability, as it is expected to fight for food and protect its den. "Sar" is an ancient Matoran word for "Serpent", with "tuo" and "ni" meaning fanged and double respectively (ni's direct translation is "a multiple of two"). It was discovered by one of the first founding Turaga, Dondo. On rare occasions, they can be trained to follow and protect you, as demonstrated by the shaman in picture three. //headcanon dump So, what do you think?
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Another MOC made by me recently,
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Po-Koro Guardsman, Patrolling the Po-Koro/Ga-Koro Border
Seltz posted a topic in LEGO Action Figures
Hey, I experimented with some cloth and wire, and ended up with some rather striking ponchos for my beefed up Po-Matoran. Then I went out in the desert and took some pictures of them amidst the creasote and dirt. http://imgur.com/a/Hqkr1 -
Fans de Briques 2014 & Presentation of the New BIONICLE in Bordeau
Exo-6 posted a topic in LEGO Events and User Groups
Hi Eurobricks! For your information : Feel free to share. Exo-6 BIONIFIGS Founder -
I've been Spamming the Bionicle 2015 thread with attempts at a compact build that utilizes the Fire Protector's chest build. I believe I have finally succeeded. I invite others to show their alternate builds! BTW I don't have a protector yet, I'm still waiting. This is the back of course.. I was happy to be able to fit in a hood shell to sit behind the head and break up that neck area.
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"The wild guardian of Bo-Rela. Built by the Great Beings, similar to Umbra, with the task of defending a power node which lay beneath the jungles, unbeknownst to its inhabitants. Toriaze possesses a mysterious kinetic power which imbues his physical attacks with ridiculous force and speed, the activation of which is signified by a glow deep within the core of his body." imgur gallery (more photos) flickr gallery (higher quality) This is Toriaze. Fun build, I've gotta say. As it progressed, I didn't like the direction the build had taken, but was able to get it back on track and found something that I liked, which is the finished product you see before you. First time in a long time I've built a figure in lime, and first time I've ever integrated a Lego light brick into a MOC's torso. I personally am satisfied with the result. Toriaze is, among other things, my entry into the November BZPower flickr contest. Feedback is appreciated.
