Arthur Suchy

Artwork I did for @Thenoknights @TheAcuityGaming

@EA @PlayApex , you need to figure out how to tell if someone’s internet goes out during a match. Went out during a match of apex and you penalized me -45 and another -45 rp for an abandon penalty. -90 on ranked when I’m hard stuck in plat IV. C’mon! 😭

My son painted my Monday night game character last night. Great job! Shout out to @ArthurSuchy

Started in a new 5e Campaign last night Aging Gnome, Bard(6) Rogue(1) This background shows how he met the new party Rollo Tendikis lay motionless in the damp, loamy soil, the mist curling around him in pale ribbons that clung to his skin. Beneath his cloak, the violin case jabbed into his ribs—a weight that once steadied him in dark times but now felt as lifeless as the ground pressing against him. The Revenants drifted nearby, silent and spectral, their presence an oppressive void that drained the will as much as the air. They floated, untethered by the ground, moving with a cold inevitability. Behind him, his most recent companions lay where they had fallen, their cold bodies bleeding the last of their warmth into the sodden earth. They had fought valiantly, blades flashing and spells bursting in defiance, but the Revenants had cut through them like frost on spring blooms. Courage had meant nothing; willpower even less. Rollo had seen them fall, one by one, their strength vanishing beneath the tide of hatred—and then he had run, retreating into the mist, his shame buried alongside his fear. Now, lying in the cold wet earth, his breath shallow, memories came unbidden, rising like ghosts of their own. He saw his parents first, faint images surfacing and slipping away again before he could grasp them. Faces indistinct, framed by a sense of absence so sharp it cut into his mind like glass. He remembered their removal from his childhood not as tragedy but as a dispassionate maneuver, as if they had been pawns plucked from a chessboard without a word of explanation. Then he saw Timren. His brother. His laugh—sharp, bright, and unforgettable—rang in his ears, conjuring a moment so vivid he almost opened his eyes. Timren had been a genius with his hands, turning scraps into wonders, filling their bleak existence with flashes of brilliance. Rollo had once dared to hope he might find him again. He had clung to that hope in his youth, carrying it like a talisman as he wandered the dark corners of the world. But that had been a lifetime ago, and time had eroded that hope into dust. The shadow of it lingered still, faint and cold, but it no longer belonged to him. The Revenants floated closer, their presence oppressive, leeching the life from the air. Rollo’s chest tightened as he pressed harder into the earth, his muscles locking as though his body feared betraying him with the smallest motion. His hand found the violin case beneath his cloak, its rigid surface digging into his palm. He clung to it not as a comfort, but as something solid, something he could control in a world that seemed to strip him of everything else. The silence stretched, growing so thick it seemed the mist itself might suffocate him. The idea rose unbidden: the Revenants might feel him, sense the faint spark of life that still clung to him. The thought raised the fine hairs on his arms. If so, he would join his friends in death. The pressure lifted. Slowly, their malice receded, retreating into the mist like a tide pulling back from a battered shore. Rollo exhaled in shallow breaths, trembling as the air returned to his lungs. The names of his companions stirred at the edge of his thoughts, but he forced them down. Mourning dulled the blade; survival demanded precision. He rose, his movements slow and deliberate, wrapping his cloak tightly to conceal the violin. Each step carried him forward, away from the battlefield, away from the stillness of death. The fog rolled before him, vast and indifferent, swallowing the world whole. Through the mist came the groaning of wheels. A cart emerged, its load unmistakable—a dragon’s skull, pale and massive. Seven figures struggled to push it through the sodden ground, their shapes blurred and strange. They were heading in the direction from which he had come --toward Castle Strahd. As they neared, Rollo stepped forward and hailed them, challenging in his high cracking elder voice. “And where do you think you’re going?”

@TheNagaraen Looks very exciting. Glad something is coming out that’s different and fresh! Lots of amazing potential here.

Easy dubbs #PS4share

Game i played with just a triple take and a charge rifle— 3:22 and somehow got 1k damage Game w/ @AG_Jukesy

Some old comic style work I experimented with. Will say I did like the 2nd hairstyle better, but it turned out great all the same.

@AG_Jukesy Thanks fam! Appreciated 😎

You went crazy Arthur!!

@TheAcuityGaming Such a major improvement! Happy to help our team 😎🔥

Acuity Gaming's Official New Logo GFX done by our Official GFX Artist @ArthurSuchy! #gfx #logo #artist #AG4L #AGonTop

@Thenoknights Super happy with how it turned out! Excited for future opportunities 🔥

The New Orleans Knights Official Logo! GFX done by our Official GFX Artist @ArthurSuchy! #GFX #NewOrleans #nola #NoK #WeAreNewOrleans #AG4L

Painted my friend Hailey in the car on the way home :)

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@elonmusk I am an aspiring designer and I was taking a CAD course this year. Our assignment was to create and build a design for a car so I decided to mix a Tesla with a beetle, Tron, and a Bat mobile! I call it the TYREL.