Black and grey realism armour tattoo with an eagle and scrollwork on the upper arm and shoulder, beside a red and blue outline of the same design.

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Eagle armour tattoo on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

The right panel shows a finished black and grey tattoo of segmented plate armour on a man's upper arm and shoulder, with a central eagle, carved-looking scrollwork and chevron bands. The eagle and metal plates are rendered with soft shading and highlights to give a three-dimensional effect. The left panel shows the same armour design at an earlier stage, drawn in blue shading with red guidelines on pale skin.

Realism Upper arm Shoulder Armour Eagle Scrollwork Chevron

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keep your hands off the rivets, lad, and listen. Mr Oswin Vane kept a workshop above the fish market in Carrick Lane, and every night he sat under a lamp with a stub of blue chalk and a steel rule, marking out chevrons on an armour he had promised to a man who never once came in to be measured.

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The armour was no knight's harness. It was a shoulder piece for a sea captain who had crossed the bar at Harbourmouth so often the gulls knew his name. Vane drew each plate in blue, then ran red string along every line so the smiths downstairs could cut true in the dark. Ten nights of chalk and string. On the eleventh night the captain sent word that he wanted an eagle at the crown of it, two heads, wings spread, like the old imperial coins his father used to show him.

Vane sat up until St Brannoc's bell struck three, drawing feathers that no hammer would ever raise in steel. Then came a scratch at the shutter. It was the captain's boy, soaked to the skin, holding out a folded note with no name on it. Inside was one line of scrollwork and four words: finish it, keep the eagle. Vane finished it. The captain never came back for it, and nobody ever learned where he had gone.

So go on, walk down to the bottom of the lane and look in that dusty window. The armour is still hanging there, with its eagle and its chevrons. And those red lines are still running across it, because nobody has ever been brave enough to rub them out.