This is a portrait of the princess Amenirdis, who was a daughter of King Kashta of Kush. After her brother Piye conquered Egypt, she served as the God’s Wife of Amun (the highest rank of priestess) between 714 and 700 BC. She was actually the first of two Kushite high priestesses to have the name Amenirdis, the second one being her niece Shepenupet’s own niece.

This is one of those portraits I started out drawing before I knew who it was going to be in the end. That happens to me quite often, actually; I’ll set out to draw a random woman before I settle on a particular theme or identity for her. However, this time I was inspired by the gorgeous South Sudanese model Nyakim Gatwech (queenkim_nyakim on Instagram), even if the resemblance between her and my portrayal of Amenirdis might not appear so obvious now.


Trumpets blared like the cries of elephants, and drums cracked louder than a thunderclap. The populace of Waset, capital of Egypt, poured out from their mudbrick houses to gather alongside the city’s main avenue. Fathers hauled their sons onto their shoulders, mothers let their daughters stand beside them, and youths stepped aside to make way for the elders on their walking sticks. Shaded by palm trees and the rearing statues of gods and past rulers, the people waited with buzzing eagerness for the procession’s arrival.

None of them looked behind to notice the white-robed stranger.

His eyes, framed by tawny skin paler than the dark brown Egyptians, peered from the veil over his face. None of the natives would cover themselves as much as he did, with the men preferring linen loincloths and the women gowns that stopped below the breasts. The stranger may have felt hot under his robe, hot as the flames that had devoured his tribe’s goat-hair tents. But he had meant it that way.

The musicians’ drums continued to rumble, joined by the rattling of sistrums, the shrill whine of flutes, and the twanging of bow-shaped harps. Women sang, men chanted, and dancing girls pranced and shook their oiled bodies at the parade’s forefront. On both sides of the avenue, the spectating citizenry clapped, cheered, and stamped their feet, kicking up clouds of dust.

The white-robed stranger lowered his turban over his ears to block out the heathen clamor, to little avail. The noise tortured him even when muffled.

Behind the dancers and musicians marched rows of soldiers, hooting as they beat their hide shields with their spears, axes, and curved khopesh swords. The bronze of their weapons gleamed bright and clean below the late morning sunlight.

The last time the white-robed stranger had seen those weapons, they had been washed red with the blood of his tribe. He clenched a fist around the hilt of his own scimitar which rested under his belt.

Horses crowned with waving ostrich plumes trotted next, drawing the gilded chariots on which Egypt’s elite fighters rode. Clad in bands of leather armor over their chests, they grinned and waved at the audience as they passed. More than a few young maidens in the crowd showered the charioteers with lotus flowers, hoping to receive winking glances in exchange.

The drumming escalated into a booming frenzy when the Crown Prince of Egypt himself rode in on the final chariot. Jewelry of gold and precious stones dazzled all over his lean and muscular body. He did not look at the spectators, but instead had his blue-crowned head tilted up to face the sun, as if basking in both its warmth and the glory he had earned on his last campaign.

Last came the spoils of the Prince’s recent victory. Tan-skinned men, women, and children shuffled in lines yoked to one another, with hands bound behind their backs. The Egyptian onlookers’ cheering gave way to jeering as they pelted the captives with rocks, handfuls of dirt, and epithets too vile to describe.

The white-robed stranger retreated into the shadows of an alleyway. Those were his people being dragged behind like stolen livestock. His cousins, his brothers and sisters, maybe even his mother, unless she had fallen like his father. Half of his entire tribe had already died fighting these Egyptian devils, and he did not even want to find out what fate they had planned for the rest.

He would sooner die than watch his people suffer. But not before inflicting one last blow.

The white-robed stranger glided down the empty streets that ran parallel to the main avenue. He turned and climbed a ladder onto one of the houses’ palm-thatched roofs, crouching behind its parapet. This house overlooked a limestone platform rising from a plaza at the avenue’s end, in front of the Pharaoh’s towering place. On this stage stood the old Pharaoh of Egypt himself, accompanied by his comely Great Wife, a circle of officials, and guards along the rim.

The white-robed stranger unslung his bow and pulled out an arrow from his quiver.

The music silenced at last once the Crown Prince and his procession reached the plaza. As the soldiers and musicians assembled around the stage, the Prince hopped onto it from his chariot and knelt before his father and mother.

“It is good to be home, dear Father, Lord of Upper and Lower Egypt,” the Prince said aloud. “You will be pleased to know that I have crushed the treacherous Israelites as you commanded. Never again will they terrorize our eastern provinces!”

The white-robed stranger bared his teeth in a snarl as he drew the arrow against his bow, pulling the string taut. These Egyptians had convinced themselves that his people, the children of Israel, were terrorizing them. Never mind that it was Egypt that had broken into his homeland like ravenous jackals hungry for territory and tribute. And it was Egypt that would ravage anyone who dared question their tyranny.

Their lies would not go unpunished.

“Elohim be praised!” he hollered as he released the arrow.

It shot through the Crown Prince’s skull, and he crumpled on the stage into a puddle of his own blood and brains. All the Egyptians’ eyes rose to goggle at his assassin on the rooftop.

“I am Hoshea of Israel,” the man in the white robe said. “You have raped, massacred, and enslaved my people. It is you who have terrorized us. So, indeed, I shall repay the favor by terrorizing you in turn!”

Tearing out his scimitar, Hoshea vaulted from the roof onto the plaza with a shrieking battle cry. The Egyptian soldiers and guards charged after him on all sides until they had him fenced in with their weapons. He did not even think of flight. Vengeful wrath blazed throughout his entire brain as he slashed, hacked, and parried his attackers while spinning like a desert whirlwind. His once white robe turned red with blood, both from the Egyptians and his own wounds.

The sharp cold point of a spear plunged through his heart from behind.

Hoshea did not scream from his pain. He had done what he set out to do. Much as the armies of Egypt had terrorized the children of Israel, so too had he struck terror into their hearts. Even the draining of his strength could only soothe him. With his vengeance wrought on behalf of his people, the time had come for his anger to subside and give way to the bliss of Paradise.

The last thing Hoshea would ever hear was the Pharaoh of Egypt announcing that the Israelites’ crime would not go unpunished.

Kabanga the Watenga Princess

Kabanga the Watenga PrincessThis is a character concept I’ve drawn as part of an assignment for one of my game design classes. We’re learning storytelling for games this term, and for the current assignment we’re supposed to do concept art for one of the characters from our hypothetical games.

This character would be a warrior princess who has to unite the disparate chiefdoms of her jungle homeland against industrial-tech invaders, braving dinosaurs and numerous other perils along the way. Her game would probably be an open-world action RPG roughly similar to Skyrim or Far Cry: Primal.

Age of Empires: Conversion Competition

Conversion Competition

Two priests from conflicting cultures, one Greek and the other Egyptian, try to convert the other to their own civilization. Will one of them succeed, or will their efforts cancel each other out?

This is my little celebration of the upcoming remastered edition of the first Age of Empires game which will be coming out shortly. I am disappointed that they’re releasing it only on Windows Store rather than Steam (my preferred platform), but it probably won’t be that big a deal for me. I am still looking forward to playing it, especially since they seem to have updated the gameplay mechanics in addition to the graphics.

In the original Age of Empires (as well as its medieval sequel Age of Empires II: Age of Kings), although the different civilizations had distinctive building styles, their units nonetheless looked all the same regardless of culture (due to time or resource constraints, I presume). I don’t know if the remastered addition is going to inject any cultural or racial diversity into the unit graphics, but I would appreciate it if it does.

Maiden from Macrobia

Maiden from MacrobiaIn ancient Greek legends, the Macrobians were a people living somewhere to the far southern reaches of the world, who stood out due to their remarkable longevity (up to 120 years). They were also considered the tallest and most attractive of all human beings, and they apparently had so much gold in their land that they even made their prisoners’ chains from gold. Sources disagree on the Macrobians’ exact location, with some identifying it with Somalia or India. However, other writers position the Macrobian homeland further west, in the region south of the Pillars of Heracles (also known as the Straits of Gibraltar).

For my portrayal I chose this latter interpretation of the Macrobians as a West African people. The markings on this girl’s face are based off an African mask representing a female character.

The Crown Prince of Egypt

The Crown Prince of Egypt

This is concept art for an Egyptian prince character from a short historical fiction I recently finished. He is the eldest son of the Pharaoh (making him the Crown Prince), and he’s come back from a military victory against the Israelites in Palestine. However, one of the Israelites, a warrior name Hoshea (whose art I posted before this one), seeks revenge at any cost…

Hoshea of Israel

Hoshea of Israel

This is concept art for a character named Hoshea of Israel, the protagonist of a short historical fiction I recently wrote. He’s much more anti-heroic than what I usually work with, but he has understandable reasons for his agenda. His tribe recently suffered a massacre and mass enslavement at the hands of the Crown Prince of Egypt, and he wants to strike the same terror into the Egyptians’ hearts even if he gets himself killed in the process. You could say he’s an ancient-era precursor to the modern suicide bomber, even though his religion is early Jewish rather than Islamic.



This is a doodle of an African swordswoman character, with strong Egyptian and Kushite influences in her design (the sword she’s carrying is called a khopesh). I wanted to draw a swordswoman like this after seeing the new Wonder Woman movie, but I chose to make her a character of my own creation rather than actually having her be Wonder Woman (though I am aware that, in the comics, Wonder Woman had an African twin sister named Nubia). Drawing racebent versions of established characters can be fun, but in the end you can do so much more with your own characters than someone else’s.

And this is the penciled version:

Swordswoman Pencils

The whole piece started as sketchy line art which I scanned in for digital inking and coloring, but then I returned to the original line art and shaded it in the old-fashioned way. Personally I think digital coloring tends to imbue the subject with extra life (especially if they have a lot of jewelry and patterned clothing on), but pencil shading can be a fun way to pass the time, and I really like how my characters’ skin comes out once I go over it with a blending stump.