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- 원본 프롬프트
- , holdings a flashlight, male, no eyes
- 크기
- 1024 x 1024
- 샘플링 단계
- 8
- 샘플링 방식
- Euler a
- CFG 스케일
- 1.25
- 제외 조건
- lowres, worst quality, bad quality, bad anatomy, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark
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kf
1boy, tall male, flat art style, no lineart, flat color, bodysuit, drill hand, heavy cannon, diver's helmet, diver's suit, armored, glowing glass, bioshock, big daddy, water, oxygen tank on back
konrad Filip
дк
Gordon Freeman
денис ка
дк
Black Mesa
денис ка
YJ
character: hunk_(resident_evil)
1man, solo, hunk_(resident_evil), tactical_gear, gas_mask, red_goggles, helmet, balaclava, bulletproof_vest, load_bearing_vest, black_jacket, cargo_pants, black_gloves, combat_boots, holding_weapon, submachine_gun, low-angle shot, cowboy shot, three-quarter view, advancing, low ready, dripping water, sewer, industrial corridor, steam, wet floor, puddle, emergency light, rim lighting, high contrast, survival horror
A low-angle cowboy shot looks upward at the heavily equipped operative advancing through a subterranean maintenance corridor. His body leans forward in a measured tactical crouch, shifting his weight onto his forward left boot while his trailing foot kicks up faint mist from the damp ground. Both hands, encased in textured black combat gloves, maintain a firm two-handed grip on a matte-black submachine gun held at the low-ready position, its muzzle angled toward the floor. His head is turned slightly to the right, fully concealed beneath a ballistic helmet and a rubberized black gas mask fitted with twin circular lenses that radiate an intense ruby-red glow. The crimson light from the lenses casts sharp scarlet highlights onto the mask's filter canisters and the collar of his tactical jacket. Over a dark combat uniform, he wears a modular plate carrier laden with magazine pouches, utility webbing, and a coiled communication wire running to his left shoulder. An overhead amber industrial cage light cuts through the gloom from behind and above, casting stark downward shadows and catching the wet sheen on his helmet brim and shoulders. To his side, condensation falls rhythmically from a corroded iron pipe, generating neat concentric ripples across a shallow puddle on the cracked concrete floor, while faint plumes of steam curl around his silhouette. The palette is dominated by damp slate grays, oiled metal, and tactical matte blacks, punctured solely by the harsh amber overhead glare and the piercing ruby shine of the mask lenses. Grim detachment.
YJ
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