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Cougar
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Hey All. I'm new to these boards (sort of... I look at these fan art boards religiously) and have finally gotten around to getting a name and such. I have been working on a comic concept with a friend for a while now and we are trying to find artists in our area. I'm just wondering if anyone is willing to help us out with the character designs.
Three main characters
Bob Curst
Iron Bo
Jack Cougar
All are members of an organization called F.U.N.D.A. pronounced Foon-dah.
Here is the loose story for issue 1 so you can see the style we are going for:
F.U.N.D.A. Issue 1
[Scene: The front of a prison. The year is 2007. A man is escorted to the gate by two guards. He's carrying a pile of clothes and a carton of cigarettes. They reach the gates, which are covered in barbed wire. They slide open.]
[Guard 1] : "Well Rodney, we won't be seeing you again any time soon, right?"
[Rodney] : "Pfft, are you kidding me? It's all straight and narrow law abidin' for me from here on out."
[Guard 2] : "Yeah, that's what they all say. Get lost, McShill."
[Rodney McShill is age 42. He has been in prison for the past 10 years, put away for a series of small crimes which all added up. He played nice for the parole board, and is being let go early for "good behavior." The reality is that prisoners throughout America have been released from prison over the past 2 years because they are all filled to capacity. America is a different place now. Rodney uses some change in his pocket to buy a newspaper. The headline reads "One Month Later: The Day that Changed the World." There is a picture of a smoking crater where Washington D.C. used to be. Water drops appear on the paper. He looks up to see a storm has begun.]
[Scene: Rodney walking into a run-down apartment complex in the inner city. His key still works to his door, and he walks in. He finds the place is a mess, and a woman is passed out on a pile of trash.]
[Rodney] : "Trixie?" [He kneels down to see if she's alive]
[Trixie] : [Her nose is covered in white dust and blood. She freaks out and smacks Rodney's hands away] "I ain't got no money, f... off!"
[Rodney] : "It's me, you crazy b..ch."
[Trixie] : "R-r-odney? Holy hell, no way..."
[Rodney] : "I got out early, babe. What's all that sh.t on your nose? You were clean when I went in."
[Trixie] : "Things changed, Shilly. I had to do some bad stuff just to get by. You weren't here to help me, what do you expect?"
[Rodney] : "But you were taking care of poor blind orphans. What the hell happened to them?"
[Trixie] : "I sold them."
[Rodney] : "What?"
[Trixie] : "Don't worry, I got $5 a pound for them. That's better than most steak."
[Rodney] : "Oh my god." [Rodney feels the room spinning. He stumbles for the door, and slams it shut once he leaves.]
[Trixie] : [Yelling through the door] "Hey, you got 73 cents?"
[Rodney] : "I've gotta clear my head..." [He gets back to the street, and sees a familiar sign. A glowing neon sign, in fact. It reads "The Growling Mutt."]
[Scene: Inside of a smokey bar. The population is sparse. There's a man with an eyepatch and a wooden arm sitting at the bar. Rodney recognizes him immediately.]
[Rodney] "Matt, is that you?"
[Matt] [The man is dressed in flannel and jogging pants. His hairline has receded into the horizon, leaving a mere circle of hair where he once had flowing lock. He slams his shot glass onto the bar and looks at Rodney through the corner of his remaining eye.] "Shilly? I'm seein' ghosts."
[Rodney] : "In the flesh, Matt. In the flesh." [He takes a seat next to his old friend, and raises a finger to order a pint.]
[Matt] "I thought they locked you up for good, kid."
[Rodney] : "I thought so too, but after that sh.t that went down in D.C., they weren't keeping us there for much longer. Doesn't matter anyway, I heard the life expectancy of an ex-con these days is shorter than your di.k."
[Matt] : "You heard right. Especially the part about how short my di.k is. Half of it's sitting in a sewer somewhere."
[Rodney] : [He looks like he might be sick] "Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about the eyepatch and the arm."
[Matt] : "Explosion, last week."
[Rodney] : "That's f...ing awful."
[Matt] : "Yeah, killed Boris, Ian, Jimmy, Johnny, and Tommy too."
[Rodney] : "The old gang? All of them dead?"
[Matt] : [He downs another shot] "Yea-ap, every single one except for me and Jerry, and that guy's locked up in an asylum. The sh.t we seen...it wasn't right."
[Rodney] : "Like what?"
[Matt] : "I don't want to talk about it, man. I don't even want to think about it. I just sit in this bar, trying to forget."
[Scenes of limbs being torn off, fire, someone blurred out of focus laughing and holding a baseball bat riddled with nails play out as Matt has a brief flashback.]
[Rodney] : "...sh.t, Matt. I need money, bad. I can't go back to my old place, Trixie's lost it."
[Matt] : "Yeah, poor Trixie. I shouldn't have sold her that sh.t."
[Rodney] : "You're the one who sold it to her? What the f..k, Matt?!"
[Matt] : "I needed the orphans."
[Rodney] : "For?!"
[Matt] : "Sloppy joes."
[Rodney] [Vomitting over the bar. The bartender, who was cleaning out a glass, looks over his shoulder nonchalantly. Rodney runs away again, and falls to his knees in the street. It's night time now, and still raining.] "What am I gonna do, lord? I'm out of money, out of friends. Out of options. This is it, this is all I got. A sh..ty world with grey clouds hangin' over me now! What the f..k is your problem, God?!" [He raises his fists at the sky.]
[Scene: A dusty storage building. Rodney is walking down a hall following an old man.]
[Old Man] "Everything's just the way you left it. Your mom kept money on the books here, but she came down with some food poisoning lately and can't work to pay it, so unless you've got some spare cash--"
[Rodney] "I'll have it after tonight. Just open it up for me."
[The old man pulls the storage gate up, and walks away shaking his head. Rodney kneels down by a pile of boxes and pulls a mask out.]
[Rodney] "I hope this stuff still fits."
[Scene: A convenience store, TASTE-E-STOP. The store is filled with the usual items, snacks, sodas, magazine racks. There are three men inside, hidden behind shelves. One's getting himself a cup of coffee, another is trying to decide on which sort of candy he wants to buy. The THIRD is eating a hot dog and some nachos before he's paid for them. The clerk, a lanky teenager, goes to say something to the THIRD man when the door is kicked open by a man in a mask and a yellow and green costume.]
[Rodney] "Hands up, sh..bags! The Big Shill is back in town, and hittin' up the old joints! I want all your cash, your jewelry, all your cigarettes, your booze, and if you're wearing nice shoes, I want that sh.t too! Anyone moves, and they answer to my Hyperscience Blastgun." [He raises a shotgun that's been painted in a color scheme similar to his. He walks forward, and shouts at the three men] "Hey a..holes, pay attention!"
[The three men look at one another.]
[Panel: Rodney pointing a gun at the POV, yelling and spraying spittle everywhere. He looks deranged.] "I said I want all of your m--"
[The three men look at Rodney.]
[Panel: Same angle/perspective as the previous Rodney panel, but the background has been sprayed with blood and entirely too many bones than what could possibly fit in a human's body, including two ribcages and several femurs.]
[Iron Bo] : [The man who was looking at the candy is Iron Bo. He's a large black man, wearing a black hooded sweater and a trenchcoat over it. He wears a pair of rectangular sunglasses. He goes back to looking at the candy.] "I simply cannot decide between regular Kittles or Sour Kittles. Perhaps I will choose tropical flavor Kittles. Such decisions weigh heavily upon my mind."
[Jack Cougar] : [We are introduced to the man getting coffee, Jack Cougar. He's a younger white man that has red hair with grey accents. He's dressed in a black turtleneck, a motorcycle jacket, and grey slacks. The jacket barely manages to hide the unreasonable amount of guns, knives, and blunt weaponry he's hiding beneath it. Not to mention the gun strapped to his ankle, the throwing knives hidden in his sleeves, and a baseball bat riddled with nails he's holding in his free hand.] "Jesus Christ, just pick something."
[Iron Bo] : "I need an unbiased opinion." [Both of them look at the last man, the one freely eating the food. He's Bob Curst, a huge, hairy man with wild, long hair and a barely well kept beard. His clothing looks very out of place compared to the others. He wears a simple white shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a blue bandana tied around his hair.]
[Bob Curst] : [He tries to talk but he's still eating] "Woomf kimfs afung."
[Jack] : "I think he said--"
[Iron Bo] : "I know what he said. I will simply buy both candies, and save one for a later sampling. Storekeep, we are prepared to purchase."
[The teenager running the register is soaked from head to toe in blood. He just stares blankly ahead.]
[Jack] : "Hey kid, wake up, you got some customers here!" [Jack sweeps a hand across the counter, knocking off a hand and the top half of a skull. He puts his cup of coffee down, followed by Iron Bo's candy and some smashed up hotdog buns that were previously gripped in Bob Curst's hands.]
[Teenager] "...F-f-f....fr-f-r-r-fr...free..."
[Bob] : "That's mighty nice of you." [He grabs the crushed hotdog buns and jams them into his mouth. The others take their buys, and walk for the door. As they leave the store, from the outside we can see that every window has been coated with red, and an arm bone has halfway fallen through a hole in the glass in the door.]
[Iron Bo] : "I wonder why he gave us these items without requiring us to pay for them."
[Bob] : "Maybe he was on drugs."
[Jack] : "Drugs?! [One eye brow curls up as he throws his coffee away and swings the baseball bat in a circle as he turns around and marches back into the store.]
[Iron Bo and Bob Curst look back at the storefront, each enjoying their food items]
[Iron Bo] : "Have you ever pondered why it is exactly he flies into such a rage when drugs are involved?" [He tosses a handful of candy into his mouth]
[Bob] : "I asked him one time when we were drinking. I think it's an excuse to beat people to death."
[Iron Bo] : "That is what I assumed."
[Final panel, pans up to show a clearing night sky and screams coming from below the shot.]
[Screaming] : "I'm not on drugs! THAT'S MY TIBIA! OH MY GOD!"
END
As you can tell we are going for sort of a dark comedy here. With big action and bigger characters, and it's unclear through most of it whether our main characters are heros or villians. It's nearly a parody as much as an homage to the comics we love so much. If anyone can help, we'd appreciate it.
Three main characters
Bob Curst
Iron Bo
Jack Cougar
All are members of an organization called F.U.N.D.A. pronounced Foon-dah.
Here is the loose story for issue 1 so you can see the style we are going for:
F.U.N.D.A. Issue 1
[Scene: The front of a prison. The year is 2007. A man is escorted to the gate by two guards. He's carrying a pile of clothes and a carton of cigarettes. They reach the gates, which are covered in barbed wire. They slide open.]
[Guard 1] : "Well Rodney, we won't be seeing you again any time soon, right?"
[Rodney] : "Pfft, are you kidding me? It's all straight and narrow law abidin' for me from here on out."
[Guard 2] : "Yeah, that's what they all say. Get lost, McShill."
[Rodney McShill is age 42. He has been in prison for the past 10 years, put away for a series of small crimes which all added up. He played nice for the parole board, and is being let go early for "good behavior." The reality is that prisoners throughout America have been released from prison over the past 2 years because they are all filled to capacity. America is a different place now. Rodney uses some change in his pocket to buy a newspaper. The headline reads "One Month Later: The Day that Changed the World." There is a picture of a smoking crater where Washington D.C. used to be. Water drops appear on the paper. He looks up to see a storm has begun.]
[Scene: Rodney walking into a run-down apartment complex in the inner city. His key still works to his door, and he walks in. He finds the place is a mess, and a woman is passed out on a pile of trash.]
[Rodney] : "Trixie?" [He kneels down to see if she's alive]
[Trixie] : [Her nose is covered in white dust and blood. She freaks out and smacks Rodney's hands away] "I ain't got no money, f... off!"
[Rodney] : "It's me, you crazy b..ch."
[Trixie] : "R-r-odney? Holy hell, no way..."
[Rodney] : "I got out early, babe. What's all that sh.t on your nose? You were clean when I went in."
[Trixie] : "Things changed, Shilly. I had to do some bad stuff just to get by. You weren't here to help me, what do you expect?"
[Rodney] : "But you were taking care of poor blind orphans. What the hell happened to them?"
[Trixie] : "I sold them."
[Rodney] : "What?"
[Trixie] : "Don't worry, I got $5 a pound for them. That's better than most steak."
[Rodney] : "Oh my god." [Rodney feels the room spinning. He stumbles for the door, and slams it shut once he leaves.]
[Trixie] : [Yelling through the door] "Hey, you got 73 cents?"
[Rodney] : "I've gotta clear my head..." [He gets back to the street, and sees a familiar sign. A glowing neon sign, in fact. It reads "The Growling Mutt."]
[Scene: Inside of a smokey bar. The population is sparse. There's a man with an eyepatch and a wooden arm sitting at the bar. Rodney recognizes him immediately.]
[Rodney] "Matt, is that you?"
[Matt] [The man is dressed in flannel and jogging pants. His hairline has receded into the horizon, leaving a mere circle of hair where he once had flowing lock. He slams his shot glass onto the bar and looks at Rodney through the corner of his remaining eye.] "Shilly? I'm seein' ghosts."
[Rodney] : "In the flesh, Matt. In the flesh." [He takes a seat next to his old friend, and raises a finger to order a pint.]
[Matt] "I thought they locked you up for good, kid."
[Rodney] : "I thought so too, but after that sh.t that went down in D.C., they weren't keeping us there for much longer. Doesn't matter anyway, I heard the life expectancy of an ex-con these days is shorter than your di.k."
[Matt] : "You heard right. Especially the part about how short my di.k is. Half of it's sitting in a sewer somewhere."
[Rodney] : [He looks like he might be sick] "Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about the eyepatch and the arm."
[Matt] : "Explosion, last week."
[Rodney] : "That's f...ing awful."
[Matt] : "Yeah, killed Boris, Ian, Jimmy, Johnny, and Tommy too."
[Rodney] : "The old gang? All of them dead?"
[Matt] : [He downs another shot] "Yea-ap, every single one except for me and Jerry, and that guy's locked up in an asylum. The sh.t we seen...it wasn't right."
[Rodney] : "Like what?"
[Matt] : "I don't want to talk about it, man. I don't even want to think about it. I just sit in this bar, trying to forget."
[Scenes of limbs being torn off, fire, someone blurred out of focus laughing and holding a baseball bat riddled with nails play out as Matt has a brief flashback.]
[Rodney] : "...sh.t, Matt. I need money, bad. I can't go back to my old place, Trixie's lost it."
[Matt] : "Yeah, poor Trixie. I shouldn't have sold her that sh.t."
[Rodney] : "You're the one who sold it to her? What the f..k, Matt?!"
[Matt] : "I needed the orphans."
[Rodney] : "For?!"
[Matt] : "Sloppy joes."
[Rodney] [Vomitting over the bar. The bartender, who was cleaning out a glass, looks over his shoulder nonchalantly. Rodney runs away again, and falls to his knees in the street. It's night time now, and still raining.] "What am I gonna do, lord? I'm out of money, out of friends. Out of options. This is it, this is all I got. A sh..ty world with grey clouds hangin' over me now! What the f..k is your problem, God?!" [He raises his fists at the sky.]
[Scene: A dusty storage building. Rodney is walking down a hall following an old man.]
[Old Man] "Everything's just the way you left it. Your mom kept money on the books here, but she came down with some food poisoning lately and can't work to pay it, so unless you've got some spare cash--"
[Rodney] "I'll have it after tonight. Just open it up for me."
[The old man pulls the storage gate up, and walks away shaking his head. Rodney kneels down by a pile of boxes and pulls a mask out.]
[Rodney] "I hope this stuff still fits."
[Scene: A convenience store, TASTE-E-STOP. The store is filled with the usual items, snacks, sodas, magazine racks. There are three men inside, hidden behind shelves. One's getting himself a cup of coffee, another is trying to decide on which sort of candy he wants to buy. The THIRD is eating a hot dog and some nachos before he's paid for them. The clerk, a lanky teenager, goes to say something to the THIRD man when the door is kicked open by a man in a mask and a yellow and green costume.]
[Rodney] "Hands up, sh..bags! The Big Shill is back in town, and hittin' up the old joints! I want all your cash, your jewelry, all your cigarettes, your booze, and if you're wearing nice shoes, I want that sh.t too! Anyone moves, and they answer to my Hyperscience Blastgun." [He raises a shotgun that's been painted in a color scheme similar to his. He walks forward, and shouts at the three men] "Hey a..holes, pay attention!"
[The three men look at one another.]
[Panel: Rodney pointing a gun at the POV, yelling and spraying spittle everywhere. He looks deranged.] "I said I want all of your m--"
[The three men look at Rodney.]
[Panel: Same angle/perspective as the previous Rodney panel, but the background has been sprayed with blood and entirely too many bones than what could possibly fit in a human's body, including two ribcages and several femurs.]
[Iron Bo] : [The man who was looking at the candy is Iron Bo. He's a large black man, wearing a black hooded sweater and a trenchcoat over it. He wears a pair of rectangular sunglasses. He goes back to looking at the candy.] "I simply cannot decide between regular Kittles or Sour Kittles. Perhaps I will choose tropical flavor Kittles. Such decisions weigh heavily upon my mind."
[Jack Cougar] : [We are introduced to the man getting coffee, Jack Cougar. He's a younger white man that has red hair with grey accents. He's dressed in a black turtleneck, a motorcycle jacket, and grey slacks. The jacket barely manages to hide the unreasonable amount of guns, knives, and blunt weaponry he's hiding beneath it. Not to mention the gun strapped to his ankle, the throwing knives hidden in his sleeves, and a baseball bat riddled with nails he's holding in his free hand.] "Jesus Christ, just pick something."
[Iron Bo] : "I need an unbiased opinion." [Both of them look at the last man, the one freely eating the food. He's Bob Curst, a huge, hairy man with wild, long hair and a barely well kept beard. His clothing looks very out of place compared to the others. He wears a simple white shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a blue bandana tied around his hair.]
[Bob Curst] : [He tries to talk but he's still eating] "Woomf kimfs afung."
[Jack] : "I think he said--"
[Iron Bo] : "I know what he said. I will simply buy both candies, and save one for a later sampling. Storekeep, we are prepared to purchase."
[The teenager running the register is soaked from head to toe in blood. He just stares blankly ahead.]
[Jack] : "Hey kid, wake up, you got some customers here!" [Jack sweeps a hand across the counter, knocking off a hand and the top half of a skull. He puts his cup of coffee down, followed by Iron Bo's candy and some smashed up hotdog buns that were previously gripped in Bob Curst's hands.]
[Teenager] "...F-f-f....fr-f-r-r-fr...free..."
[Bob] : "That's mighty nice of you." [He grabs the crushed hotdog buns and jams them into his mouth. The others take their buys, and walk for the door. As they leave the store, from the outside we can see that every window has been coated with red, and an arm bone has halfway fallen through a hole in the glass in the door.]
[Iron Bo] : "I wonder why he gave us these items without requiring us to pay for them."
[Bob] : "Maybe he was on drugs."
[Jack] : "Drugs?! [One eye brow curls up as he throws his coffee away and swings the baseball bat in a circle as he turns around and marches back into the store.]
[Iron Bo and Bob Curst look back at the storefront, each enjoying their food items]
[Iron Bo] : "Have you ever pondered why it is exactly he flies into such a rage when drugs are involved?" [He tosses a handful of candy into his mouth]
[Bob] : "I asked him one time when we were drinking. I think it's an excuse to beat people to death."
[Iron Bo] : "That is what I assumed."
[Final panel, pans up to show a clearing night sky and screams coming from below the shot.]
[Screaming] : "I'm not on drugs! THAT'S MY TIBIA! OH MY GOD!"
END
As you can tell we are going for sort of a dark comedy here. With big action and bigger characters, and it's unclear through most of it whether our main characters are heros or villians. It's nearly a parody as much as an homage to the comics we love so much. If anyone can help, we'd appreciate it.
