From the BethBlog:
Liz Beetem is our subject today on Inside the Vault. She joined us last year as an art intern and performed so well that we’ve offered her a full time position as a character artist. When you are trying out all the interesting outfits available in Fallout 3, think of Liz.
What’s your job at Bethesda?
Character Artist, recently upgraded from Character Art Intern. When I was interviewed for the internship, they asked why I hated skinning and rigging so much as I had jokingly mentioned this on my website. They must have been secretly laughing at me because that is mostly what my job ended up being. That is, until some new meat comes in to take that over. Just think, gentle internet reader, it could be you! I also work a lot with the gore and even though some of the processes for implementing the gore are incredibly tedious, I like having a job where I can say ‘viable dismemberment line.’ When I am lucky, I get to do texture edits and make fun stuff like robot gibs and radscorpion venom glands. Awww yeah.[…]
My best droogie became my boyfriend and got out of school slightly before me and got hired at Bethesda as a character artist thanks to his awesome skills at modeling monsters with bizarre pelvises. I followed him up to Maryland and submitted my portfolio to Bethesda, which got me completely ignored. So I was unemployed a bit and continued working on 3D stuff at home. I also wanted to throttle my boyfriend because he was very good about his NDA. We were both Fallout fans, and he wouldn’t tell me anything except obvious lies about how you could recruit an idiot man-child and ride him around like Master-Blaster, and maybe also you could get a talking radscorpion buddy named Citizen Snips.
I liked the reference to Marko Djurdjevic, he’s one of the best.
I am particularly fond of Fallout’s feeling of imminent demise. Near the end of Fallout 1 I had a modified plasma rifle that took less AP and with my heroic agility, small frame, and action boy perks I could turn like five people a round into puddles of goo. I felt like a total badass, but with a bit of bad luck and a supermutant with a flamethrower I’d be watching my health drop into negative numbers long after I’d collapsed into a pile of ash. It really sold the idea of a hopelessly desperate existence to me. I also have fond memories of trying to become a porn star in New Reno in the second game. First the other girls made fun of how cliche my leather armor was. Then when they gave me a tryout they said I didn’t have enough stamina, despite my heroic strength. Initially my dreams were crushed, but one buffout later, and I was a superstar!