“Ithil, light of dawn”
1:10 Bust.
Sculpture: Trần Hùng AnhCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
Ithil stood at the window of the ivory tower, her gaze drifting across the rolling hills and ancient forests that stretched to the horizon. The light of dawn painted the world in hues of gold and pink, casting a gentle glow on her delicate features.
As she watched the sun rise, Ithil felt a familiar melancholy settle over her. For centuries, she had watched countless dawns break, each one a testament to the unending passage of time. The beauty of the world remained unchanged, but her immortal heart carried the weight of memories that stretched beyond human comprehension.
Her friends and loved ones had come and gone like the seasons, their lives brief but bright. Ithil cherished their memories, yet she longed for the simplicity of a mortal life, where each moment was precious and fleeting.
Nyria moved through the city like a shadow. In Eris’s crowded night markets, people swore they saw a flicker of silver hair or heard the faintest brush of leather—yet when they turned, nothing remained.
She stole because the city demanded it. Gold kept her invisible. Blades kept her alive. And reputation kept fools at bay. But for all her sharp smiles and sharper knives, Nyria wasn’t carving out a kingdom of thieves. She was carving out a way out.
Every coin she lifted, every noble she fooled, every thug she slipped past—it all went to the small, crumbling building behind the apothecary. The one with the cracked roof. The one with the children who still believed morning would bring something better.
Nyria laughed when people called her heartless. Let them. They didn’t need to know that Eris’s most feared rogue spent her nights teaching orphans how to hold daggers the right way—or how to read, depending on the kid.
But sometimes, when the moonlight hit the streets just right, she whispered her real dream to the dark:
One day I’ll leave this city. Buy a cheap lute. Sing in a quiet inn where no one knows my name
For now, though, Eris needed Whisper step.
1:10 Bust.
Sculpture: Trần Hùng AnhCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
In the high tower of Eris Castle, Liliantine stood watch over the mist-laden valley, her armor barely catching the dawn’s first light. To the people, she was the Sword of Eris, the castle’s protector and sworn defender of the royal family. But to her, it was more than duty—it was an unbreakable bond, a vow that had become part of her very being.
From the tower, she could glimpse Lady Ithil’s chamber window, where the elven princess often watched the sunrise. Liliantine guarded Ithil with fierce devotion, a bond forged through centuries. She’d never allow harm to come to her princess, not while she stood guard.
Rumors talked of her unbreakable resolve and unmatched skill in battle. Though her appearance held an ethereal beauty, Liliantine was no delicate flower. She was a paladin, her duty was her life, her loyalty unbreakable. As long as she drew breath, no harm would ever reach her princess or the castle she called home.
1:10 Bust.
Sculpture: Trần Hùng AnhCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
Arnau:Since I started in this hobby, I have always been drawn to anatomy. Painting muscles and skin has always been a source of enjoyment for me, but I often felt I had to search across brands and models to find a body that was both accurate and inspiring. Now, together with Leila, I have had the chance to begin a line of studies—and that’s exactly what this is: a study, for both of us, and potentially for you as well. We wanted to understand the pose, the skin, the distribution of fat and muscle that shaped this person, and for that we worked from a real model, using 360-degree photography to grasp and capture the sense of reality.
At the same time, I didn’t want to be limited by reality alone. That’s why we introduced a touch of fantasy into the characters, allowing us to explore not only the natural human form but also imaginary variations: alternative skin tones, different settings, and more evocative situations.
In the end, this collection is meant as both a tool and an inspiration—a way to study, to learn, and to enjoy the timeless beauty of the human form. It is also an invitation to look closer, to explore the subtle language of the body, and to imagine new worlds through it.
1:10 Bust.
Sculpture: Leila KhaliliModel: LidiaCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
1:12 bustConcept art: Lua GaroSculpture: Lua GaroCast: Valquiria StudioBox art: Arnau Lazaro
The set includes Emma bust, Haley bust alternative Haley arm and alternative orc heads.
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
Hailey leaned over the railing, arm stretched high, phone tilted toward the warm glow of the sunset.
“Come on, Emma,” she said. “The light is perfect. This is definitely the one.”
Emma shifted beside her, glancing around with the quiet caution she always seemed to carry.
“Do we really need another one?” she murmured.
Hailey didn’t answer. She simply hooked an arm around Emma’s shoulders and pulled her closer.
“Ready?”
Emma tried to compose herself, smoothing her hair, attempting a small, polite smile for the camera.
Behind her head, unseen, Hailey raised two fingers in perfect bunny ears.
At the last second she did her usual silly face.
Click.
Hailey burst out laughing immediately, lowering the phone to admire the damage.
“Oh this is brilliant.”
Emma leaned closer despite herself, already blushing as she looked at the screen.
“You did it again, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
For a moment they both stared at the photo.
Emma’s shy smile.Hailey’s ridiculous face.Two small fingers behind Emma’s head.
And, if someone looked very closely… something else too.
A hint of teeth a little sharper than human.A shade of green that the evening light didn’t quite hide.
Emma sighed.
“One day,” she said quietly, “someone is going to notice.”
Hailey just grinned wider.
“Emma,” she said, slinging an arm around her again as she lifted the phone for another photo,
“humans barely notice what’s right in front of them.”
The morning sun kissed the shoreline where foam chased the sand in playful bursts. Arelle spun barefoot across the beach, arms wide, hair tangled with sea breeze and light. Her laughter rang out, carried by the wind like music, bright as bells.
She danced alone, but not lonely—every wave was a partner, every gust of wind a melody. The sea sparkled around her like it was clapping in delight, and her footprints vanished behind her, swallowed by the tide.
Where Ithil watched the dawn in quiet longing, and Liliantine stood tall with sword in hand, always caring and worrying for both sisters, Arelle moved like the world itself had just been born—and she was its first joy.
Some called her Spring of Joy, for wherever she went, laughter followed like a river finding its way to the sea.
And today, the sea laughed with her.
1:10 Bust.
Sculpture: Trần Hùng AnhCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembledNot suitable for kids under 14 years old
75mm figure.
Sculpture and design: Lua GaroCast: Valquiria studioBox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembled
Not suitable for kids under 14 years old
One night, as the group stopped to look at the sky, they noticed something strange.
There were no stars.
The vast darkness that usually watched over their journeys was completely empty, as if someone had turned off every light in the universe.
Anka looked up with worry.
“What if they never come back?” she whispered frightened.
Eliza didn’t answer right away. She sat on her broom, opened her great magic book, and let the wind gently turn its pages.
“Important things rarely disappear without leaving a clue,” she said with a smile.
From between the pages, a tiny glowing butterfly flew out and rose into the darkness, following a trail that nobody else could see. The group followed it beyond the mountains, where they discovered a giant cloud hidden above the world.
Inside the cloud were all the stars, kept safe like little shining crystals.
A small creature who lived in the cloud had collected them because it was afraid that one day the sky would become empty forever.
The group wanted to explain that the stars could not belong to just one person, but Eliza approached quietly.
She opened her book once more and let out her little rabbit, who began hopping around the stars, making them sparkle and dance. Then her wolf lay beside the creature, keeping it company.
Slowly, the little creature understood that stars shine brightest when everyone is able to see them.
Carefully, Eliza lifted her broom, and one by one, the stars returned to the sky, filling the night with light once again.
Anka looked at Eliza in amazement.
“Did you know that would work?” she asked.
Eliza closed her book and smiled.
“Not always. Magic is much easier when you listen before trying to change things.”
75mm figure.
Sculpture and design: Trần Hùng AnhCast: CMABox art: Arnau Lazaro
Supplied unpainted and unassembled
Base not included
Not suitable for kids under 14 years old
Anka has a talent for panicking at absolutely everything. A falling leaf? Terrifying. A drafty door? Deadly. She once nearly fainted at a harmless rat — and apologized to it.
Her oversized armor squeaks and shifts, her shield wobbles, and she trips over flat ground more than anyone thought possible. Somehow, she manages to get up without losing her sword — though not without a dramatic flail or two.
Sometimes she catches herself imagining a life where nothing tries to attack her, not even the furniture, and wonders if she’d be any good at that too.
And yet, somehow, when it really matters, she’s exactly where she needs to be. The sword finds its mark, the shield takes the hits, and the chaos around her somehow seems… intentional.
