"this is fucking creeping me out, you're getting obsessed with tank turrets on man boobs" Art and info. Enjoy your stay, and watch out for the nsfw.
Welcome! This is the home of my tank people OCs, where I keep their profiles and some info on their world. Read on to find out the most important facts in a nutshell.
What the hell are they?
Tank people aka turret heads aka tank heads are something I certainly didn't invent, but found a really cool concept so I adopted it and put my own twist on it. I've started drawing them back in 2016 and soon started coming up with some personalities and backstories for them.
Some quick facts:
Tank people are the reincarnated souls of destroyed tanks.
They retain the memories of their past “life”.
No, their cannons don't work.
They live among humans.
Sometimes their former crews are still alive; some tank people form a strong bond with them.
Only their turrets are made of metal, the rest of their bodies appear human.
After their reincarnation, if they are killed they stay dead for good.
They can't eat or drink; they don't have to.
If you're curious and want to read further, there's more, rather detailed stuff I came up with. Check out the Lore page.
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while other's trouble seems to grow, i have no problems whatsoever.
Gentle and sensitive, but caught in a downward spiral of drugs, false promises, and depression. He has been trying to get his life together, however fails miserably so far. Appearing aloof and tough to strangers, Heiko is actually neither. He suffers from terrible self-esteem. Being a popular tank, he gets a lot of attention from fans, but feels fake and overrated because he knows that he doesn't live up to the hype.
He feels like he doesn't have a purpose; a tank is meant for fighting, but now that he was reborn as a turret head and the war is long over, he feels useless. To alleviate these feelings, he has turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms - he developed a drug habit, craving the relief of the short-lived highs it gives him.
His life doesn't revolve around much other things than his addiction and his relationship with his girlfriend; he doesn't have a job or any hobbies other than going out. But his relationship doesn't make him happy either. It's slowly falling apart and he doesn't know what to do about it.
Most of his time is spent contemplating, he broods over his life, his past, and problems endlessly and overthinks everything. It keeps him up at night.
In a very poor condition. If he had to eat, he would be seriously starving himself. Doesn't get enough sleep either.
The white paint on his turret is chipped and has slightly differently coloured patches on both sides where he painted over the turret number. He denies that he did this. The muzzle of his cannon is soot-black.
Trees sleeve tattoo on his right arm. (I sometimes draw him with wings tattooed on his shoulders.) Left handed.
Heiko prefers casual clothes that are cheap, but even if he had more money, he still wouldn't spend it on clothes. Usually he wears darker, muted colours, with a few exceptions. The box at the back of his turret can be removed, which he usually does when he sleeps.
He often only thinks after he speaks and regrets a lot of his words that were said on impulse afterwards. This often gets him in trouble and arguments with others, which usually ends with him getting hurt.
If he doesn't like someone, he can't hide it. He gets passive-aggressive at best and openly hostile if his dislike gets too intense for him to deal with it.
He does have a sense of humour, but when people poke good-natured fun at him, he often mistakes it for actually being made fun of and gets offended. This is mostly because of his many insecurities. He can laugh about funny jokes, but not about himself.
Usually somewhat lethargic, unless something bothers him. Then, he gets antsy and even whiny. When sober, he doesn't gesture a lot when speaking, and talks in a way that makes him sound apathetic and exhausted. Often, he wants to say something, but doesn't, out of fear of sounding "stupid".
He can be polite, but in a very awkward, forced way.
Other than that, he's trying to be nice, but usually seems to be unable to articulate it. It doesn't help that he's prone to saying random and incoherent seeming things. Many people think he's an idiot.
Owns a DVD with footage of Tiger I tanks, which he watches every so often
Favourite song is "Pet Sematary" by the Ramones
When alone at home, he spends most of his time watching TV, the shows don't really interest him though
Can play the guitar (somewhat)
Has shoplifted before
Very poor - he owns some clothes and a particular DVD and that's basically it.
Mostly lives off his girlfriend's money.
He doesn't even own a phone because he can't afford it.
No formal education.
He tells everyone who asks that he was destroyed while fighting at the Eastern Front, but was actually blown up and abandoned by his crew after a malfunction that they couldn't fix due to a lack of spare parts. To keep this a secret, he even went as far as painting over the number that used to be on his turret so no one would recognize him based on historical data. After being reborn in the Ukraine, he returned to Germany and tried to find a job there.
It didn't work out, but then he got an offer from an American association of tank appreciators. They invited him to the US and supported him financially. It went well at first, but he still couldn't find a job and eventually got involved with drugs, spending the money that the association gave him on them. They found out and kicked him out. He ended up living on the streets for a while, until he met Lisa, his current girlfriend. They fell in love and he moved in with her. For a while, they were happy, but his issues soon resurfaced.
Even though it seems futile even to himself, he is trying to fix his relationship issues and drug problem. He doesn't make any progress, however, instead it seems like things are just getting worse the harder he tries. Unable to hold a job, he just stopped trying to apply at some point and now lives on social benefits and his girlfriend's money. The result is that he has nothing to do most of the time, so he hangs out in the city with the people he calls his friends when Lisa is at work or going out with her own friends.
Recently, he has become obsessed with the idea that she is cheating on him, which brought him on a collision course with a certain Super Pershing who he believes is responsible for that.
Whoa, didn't expect you here. Hi. Let me just put on some clothes and then let's go down that rabbit hole, shall we?
Their bodies are made of flesh and bone as well and - except for the head - look identical to that of a regular human. All sexes, ethnicities, and body types occur. Typically, the sex appears to be random, while the ethnicity matches the population of the tank head's origin, and their body type / height is proportional to their tank body.
Only the outer surface and some of the interior of the head is made of metal. The extra weight that the steel adds leads to the neck bones being stronger, but not in an outwardly noticeable way. Due to big parts of the head featuring air pockets (similar to bird bones), the additional weight isn't great. The surface can be modified and repainted easily.
Inside the head, the organs are re-arranged and modified to suit the head. The brain is usually located near the cannon breech.
Airways and optical nerves are rerouted. There is no actual mouth present, but a pseudo-mouth allows them to speak, despite being useless otherwise. Breathing happens through the cannon barrel, and also through a hole in the turret's floor. This hole may be circle- or rectangle-shaped and leaves enough space for the neck as well as a range of head movements.
All hatches on the turret can be opened, and will expose the insides. Commonly just called "headmeat", it is the head's organs and the fleshy surface of the membrane that surrounds them. Opening the hatches should only be done in cases of emergency and by health professionals, since the insides are vulnerable to injury and infection.
Since the turret acts as the skull, a tank head that can't form a proper head at rebirth will most likely die immediately, akin to a human born without a complete skull. This concerns mostly open-topped or turret-less tanks.
Even though all organs of a human are present in a tank head, not all of them are functional. There are some similarities, but also some differences to regular human bodily functions.
Lungs: Fully functional. Tank heads can suffer from respiratory issues and infections. They can get sniffly.
Heart: Fully functional. Tank heads can bleed and die from blood loss. Their blood recovers normally.
Digestive Tract: Completely dysfunctional. The organs are there and fully developed, but don't do anything. They may contract diseases, however. It's possible for a tank head to vomit, even though they only have a sort of slimy coating instead of stomach acid.
Brain: Fully functional. The metal skull makes it very vulnerable to cold and heat. Concussions are more common than in humans due to the surrounding air pockets.
Hair and nails grow normally, and wounds from injuries or surgery heal at a normal rate. It is also possible for a tank head to tan. Their bodies don't age at all; combined with the fact that they are already reborn as adults, this means that they always appear as in their mid-20s.
The height, weight, and build of a tank head depends on what tank they were in their past life. Small tanks become shorter tank heads, big tanks become tall ones. A heavy tank will be meatier than for example a light tank destroyer. The tallest tank heads tend to be taller than regular humans, but so far the shortest known tank heads are about 1.50m (4'11') tall.
There are of course exceptions to this "rule", although they seem to be very rare. Despite some random variations, there are a lot of tank heads of the same tank model that simply look identical.
Tank heads are almost identical to humans, DNA-wise. Nevertheless, they're unable to produce offspring - neither with their own kind, nor with humans.
Relationships between tank heads are seen as unproblematic, but things get complicated when humans get involved. It is generally discouraged for tank heads to date humans. It's not only stigma - even tank heads themselves would often tell a friend not to get involved with a human. In fact, many relationships fail because of the fact that tank heads don't age like their human partners and can't have biological children.
Life and Death
When a tank is destroyed, a tank head gets reborn. The time this takes is seemingly random; it can take hours, or many years.
The process is unexplained. They just suddenly appear in the place that their tank self was destroyed, naked and with all the memories of their past life.
Like their bodies, their minds are those of adults when they are born. They lack life experience, though, which means that young tank heads act like young adults that lived a sheltered life at home and are now forced to deal with the outside world and their own problems for the first time.
When they are found after their rebirth, tank heads are taken to one of the special municipalities where their origin is determined. If possible, they are identified as their tank self and then receive whatever belongings or funds their crew intended for them.
Some turret heads are never reported to the municipalities and instead live their life as undocumented citizens. Reasons include trying to evade being transferred back to their countries of origin, or being victims of human trafficking. They often acquire fake IDs and work off the book.
Upon registration, a tank head is prompted to choose a first and last name for themself. Most go with random ordinary names, but some choose more unusual ones.
Many tank heads live in poverty. They usually don't have anyone to support them when they are reborn, and get a rough start in life. Finding education and jobs is tough for them, and many end up failing to get either. There are many associations and even private persons that try to support them, but successful and independent tank heads are still not the norm.
Once a tank head is killed, they stay dead for good. They can die from injury and sickness.
Many tank heads want to be seen as humans, but there are also ones who don't want to be associated with them. Those either see themselves as a sort of completely different species, sister-species, or just simply and plainly tanks.
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