Frothing at the Gills

Sholuss Fax is ship’s Navigator. He’s also as crazy as a coot with the bearing of a hill tribesman from the plains of Raddek VII and (complete lack of) table manners to go with it. When he’s not frothing at the gills attempting to bite some unlucky sod’s face off for some undisclosed slight, he’s hiking his robes up and pulling out his manhood to masturbate at the most inopportune (And all too public) moments.

Pedophile, narcotics addled, kleptomaniac and highly pungent at the best of times, this being somehow manages to remain aboard the Trader Prince’s great vessel as it’s navigator and seems to be very good at what he does. As long as his lunatic outbursts remain confined to what the Captain describes as tolerable, he’s a much needed part of the Crew.



I painted this mini in two 2-hour sessions. Even added my first bit of freehand that I’ve attempted in years (the eye upon his scarf.). The red upon his face is ladies "rouge" that Fax had somehow convinced the Trader Prince to give him - as you can tell, his appllication of the stuff is less than typical. The handle upon his back was a little something that K'Kulluk devised so that Fax could be contained during one of his rabid "bitey" sessions.

The 1st pic is a little lighter to try to show details better.