telophase | Bishounen of the Apocalypse

Eh. I think we've established that character design is not my forte. :) (Or at least, character design without a full script in hand to give me an idea of their personalities.)

I pretty much hate them all except Cute. Angsty's way out of proportion - he got redesigned at the last minute and I didn't take the time to redo the sketch like I should have. I'm still not happy with his hair or his clothing. All I know if that he's got to have something with enough of a neckline to show off the necklaces. :) And Snarky lost his expression when I inked it in - will work on that. Brooding isn't as dynamic as the others, and with Cute ... well, I can't do a big-eyed happy character without making them look slightly manic.

They also need to be very clean, very very simple because these are basically going into keychains and will be printed at 45 x 70 mm, which is SMALL. If anyone's got a copy of Salty Dog IV, page 60 is the basic idea I'm going for - flat, desaturated colors with no shading, and dynamic lines (which I have utterly failed to achieve with these).

Angsty

Snarky

Brooding

Cute

ETA: Maybe I really need YOU PEOPLE to write me snippets starring each of them so I can get a better feel for character. Have fun with it, and it doesn't matter if someone else has picked one and done it. (And don't think too hard about it.)

ETA2 Bonus points if you work in something from the kinkfic generator. My favorite one of each will get a free keychain starring that character! XD (hopefully that will get at least some of you interested in it...)

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Snarky wondered if his day could get any worse. Which fucking moron had let a wolf loose in the city? He could see it, bold as anything, trotting towards him along the pavement. It’s face was white and he could see the colour of its eyes as it got closer, orange and glowing. That wasn’t right. It was looking about, as if it knew who it wanted to find. It squatted on its haunches and howled, and that’s when the street went crazy. Some guy ran past him, screaming. Loser.

Okay, he had a gun on him, a really pretty gun, but he didn’t want to use it, because apparently the last user, recently found very messily dead in bed, had a thing about pushing gun barrels up his ass. Unbelievable. Never trust a pervert with a gun, that was his motto.

The wolf was waiting for him, and now the street was empty. Scared faces gazed out, like he was going to save them or something. Well, they’d got that wrong.

[This story begins as a rebel investigates a mystery about a gun used for sexual pnetration. Clues include forcing one's partner's neck down and computers taking over. The villain is revealed to be an animagus.]