Big huge copypaste reopening.
Other posts won't be copypaste, though.
In here, I will inform the world of what the hell ever I might be doing for said project.
Also, this is so I myself can collect stuff/keep order and track of crap/see what people think about it.
ReOpened on 1/8/2010
Time I have left- Plenty.
Big huge serious business, man.
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So, said project has a working title which does not fit too well and sucks actually a bit. However. It is
"Towerdogs"
and will be the concept of a comic I want to apply with at dark horse, image comics and DC's imprint Vertigo (woa man the policies of Marvel suck so bad).
It is going to be a more graphic-novelly story in several parts (I can't tell how many as for now) that could theoretically be stretched into eternity. The format is thought to be equal to the Hellblazer-comics, therefore- Lots, but not too short however. Meaning no thin softcover booklets but man you know what.
It's going to be a crazed story between that dark-theme and neon-bright colors with a note of irony and critique against the whole world in behind at several parts. A lot about it will be character-developement, actually.
And yeah, there is space for fearsome fights, but it is, though the plot might look like it, the main issue of the whole thing.
I don't like comics that are plain fights.
To explain the actual plot, I'd have to reach out and start with the explanation of the (made-up) environment.
The all-around environment and conditions.
Just briefly around today, the story is set in the fictivive Iodine City in the midst-desert, somewhere in the states. Since the city won't be left too often durign the whole story I suppose time and exact placement of the city are not too important.
Iodine is the crime-capital of the world. A city believed a blasphemy, a grotesque joke, even a pure lie by some, it is the melting point of a new era of organized crime, obviously. Being turned from the small, left-for-dead city it has once been the support and money of the organisations that settled down here, the first two ones at around 1938, having cought unbelievable profit during the 20s and having made themselves into something after the great depression, into a well-uneconomically working, but fluorescent pole of nightlife and untraceable cash. Iodine has grown over the years, and those two who made it big are the two main pillars still, giving the whole city a position of untouchable power and immunity through the infernal goddess we chose to call "blackmail".
Those two honorable old houses are known as Red and White and mark the hard, but paying past of the city,
being still on top of the now 6 dominating organisations
of professional hitmen that call Iodine their personal Eden.
Their names being Red, Yellow, Green, Pink, Orange and White.
The position of the city in the law-system.
Or, why the hell don't they all get caught when they seem to so obviously be sending out hitmen, even leaving their phone-numbers so easily to get you could just get anyone killed that pisses you off?
As for the city itself, the law-enforcement has made it's very own deal with the existing organisations- They get paid, they don't prosecute, they don't get shot. Everyone else who should try to just do his job on the streets or bring up his own mob however will directly and without questioning be prosecuted. Talk about fair trial!
However, there are some good and great and grande honest cops. Only a few of them, though, and actually they aren't as honest. They probably also take the money but want to prosecute everybody however or really want to see all crime being gone- But to be honest, their clear white does pretty much always have some black sparks.
In overall view, the upcoming presidential election is bringing up the question of the 'non-existant' city which is handled as pretty hot stuff up again. Some say there's nothing up with the city according weird business or just anything, some claim it's a secret military place, others deny it's existance fully. Thanks to money, influence and fear. Also, to the votes of the people. The current favorite-nominee, Malcolm M. Grodry (he's black lulz), however, has set the destruction of Iodine as one of his main goals- For campaigning as well as his time as president- If he should win the election. So why doesn't just anybody shoot him or something if he tries to make the empire crumble?
Because in this case the existance of it would be fully proven and nobody could in any case keep his mouth shut without loosing a hell lot of voters- So it currently is a disatrous fall-or-fall-situation for the city, actually, which might solve itself later. This will actually be a part of the plot several stories could revolve around as you surely noticed.
The war on the streets. The organisations.
6 organisations even and really, they don't all like each other neither are they really much just the same or something. I should give some explanations I suppose. Could be for sure widened out.
WHITE.
More or less the oldschool way of things. Very similar to the classical italian mafia as many of you might imagine it, White is indeed a very proud house, keeping honour as their main duty. Being one of the two houses on which the now finely established system is based, the leading-figure of White also regards himself as an imporant character for the whole town. This man, calling himself "Mr. White", is a rather full of himself old man looking over a fine hierachy and a fine business with especially cocaine, keeping the marble to his feet shiny.
White is in a lot of cases the place where a lot of youngsters find their access to the business, offering a training which of course will only let the best enter el might old house. However, some do, but rather few in comparison- Especially those who are proud to be part of an organisation with a surface as shiny over hearts so rotten.
White aswell is known for openly showing their "trophies" and being quite talkactive tellers of their mysterious killingtales, always presenting their organisation's emblem on their (custom-made, of course) white suits (dresses for the dames in most cases). If a hail of bullets wouldn't get you dead rather fast, man, it'd probably be easiest to tell one of them was your murderer. However, they seem to be more full of their enormous hate against red and the 'war' and their other businesses than general jobs in- or outside of the city which have become a rather uncommon thread over the past few years actually.
RED.
Ah the second great ol' house. Red like a cut in the finger.
Once, there was a man who wanted to get great.
A small, unknown man who fighted his way up to being the mightiest amongst the ants, for being a king amongst insects.
This, however, wasn't enough.
A single man gathered a whole kingdom of bloodhounds to his feet.
Fernando Signicalpore Gobalenza, the untouchable head of red, is this man, his loyal allegiancy in his direct command, being bestiaries when released from their muzzles.
The members of red are a variety of personas definitely not a tiny bit less proud than white, but not showing and telling. They are charming, partly full of style, theatrical, tragical, but in their deepest depths creeps who are obsessed with crawling their way up the organisation's hierarchy. More uncommon people than you would find in White or Orange for example, surely. With a lot more of trademark-y weapons and whatnot. Still, not as outgrown creeps as found at green, pink or yellow. Working for red surely pays good and the killers surely are skilled, but their main work lies in a fierce battle against white which consumed both organisation's time for other "battles" and businesses almost completely. Red are more like a personal army- With the main point of extinguishing the foe that is white.
YELLOW.
Yellow's head, Dr. Dexter Fukumiwarai, does lay special efforts into the training of his organisation's members which he gladly regards as the children of his honorable, tradition-filled family. Their training is the most fierce, cruel and long of all the organisations, actually, turning them into disciplined, skilled fighters who surely know their work- Mostly with the katana or in direct battle.
However, the members of yellow are known as a bunch of fullblown jerks who are total cowards and neurotic sissies when found alone but play thoughboy when they appear in groups- Which they almost always seem to do. Their organisation's traditions aren't really keeping them borders but things like "It destroys the victim's honour if you wash away it's blood from the place it was killed so don't do it", giving them the chance to molest little girls and just start random fights. The guys of yellow are well-known for just running into any room and proclaiming it the scenery of a "battle of honour, deeds and balls" against.. really whoever is there.
They might be total sadistic fullblown egocentric assholes that will ALWAYS turn up in groups (well they are)- But ******** man, they are skilled ********.
PINK.
Ah, the art-kids. Kids not really, though. More like a bunch of weirdos who came together, live together, see themself as a huge family and are amazingly glad some of their fellow comrades are rich twats who inherited good sums. Pink's main point is that the killing is no simple job but a work of art, a work of salvation, fulfilling.. There are no VICTIMS, there are CHOSEN ONES. A pink death is, to be honest, rather slow and at times painful- regarding being poisoned first (shots are always great) and having to live during the preparations on the artwork they are going to turn you into. Pink has a definitely wacky sense of artistic style and a rather bright outlook on live- It's not about money, position, whatthehellever, it's about ABILITY to form and build and model and just whatever, however your mind decides it would be right and cool and yeah.
Pink do like to get orders personally. They like stuff personal, in general.
Bloody personal.
ORANGE.
Orange are the all serious Reservoir-dogs-like hitmen in black suits and sunglasses and with guns and you know, what the hell more do they need? It's just their job and no sick game or whatnot. Jesus.
They regard themselves as the elite, not being retardedly show-off as white is or sick ******** like pink or green. It's hard to tell if they really get along with anyone but themselves, even if they had to.
You phone them, they'll do the job with a quick and simple gunshot- Clean, silent, what the hell, who needs the big show here?
If they should get into the spotlight, though, chances are they didn't start it. Or they just wanted to spoil the fun of just anybody, but that's more or less rare as well- They mostly keep an eye on their own business and give a ******** about the rest.
Their hating however leads into not running away. Who the hell do you think you are to try to kill somebody out of orange? Even if their relations are merely professional that just isn't done.
GREEN.
Green are the total psych-outs, the obsessed manic neonglowing fluorescent misfits, the sparkling bows of rainbow-energy from the bowels of Mr. S. Atan himself. They pretty much give a ******** about humanity, to be honest. They are the one and only organisation (with the slight exception of some parts of yellow) that sees the killing-business as a big ol' smokin' piece of FUN. It's a drug. Purest adrenaline, like ******** all psyched out in a field of ravelight flowers while the moon is shaking like blastbeats. They don't care how they get the thing they have to do and they don't care how many die while they do their job using gadgets that would make Inspector Gadget shudder. You want plasma-knuckles? Just get them and well then, go go go. Lazer katana? Soundwaves to blast ones ears out? It's actually all they spent their money on, regarding the poor living conditions of a huge part of the organisation which is actually sort of a friendshiphood.. brotherhood.. whatever. Loose of all hierarchy green is a system of give and take, of just be and let's see. There might be slight strings of organisation amongst them like some centrals (and nobody has a clue where they are really) and whatnot, but hey, as long as somebody's still up and not having a hangover and roaming the streets it's all okay right?.
LOTS of credit for all this crap goes to a good friend of mine who worked three of the organisations as well as some characters and parts of the overall-scenario out. It started as something entirely else between the two of us and turned into well.. this thing here.
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the ******** actual main plot.
Now that you can probably imagine how this city looks and what it's all like, I'm going to tell you what the main thing is that's going to happen.
It's going to be about three people, all of them at their 20s, all fairly different in their personalities and motives. And well, those three, more or less friends when the story starts, decided (for reasons which will show throughout the story) to start a new life with a more or less unusual career in a more or less unusual place.
Do tell it's not Las Vegas.
The story will basically begin with them being introduced into the city (more or less) and learning about what the hell is going on- So will the reader. Of course he won't get any brief explanation of the organisations but just see them in action.
As they get deeper involved into the business which is going on they'll have to seperate- Also for their different views, morals, whatnot, slowly, seeing themselves in the bigger game after a while. The time TILL they have decided however will be the first main step of the whole story, with lots of side-things going on, lots of conflicts, lots of whatnot. When they finally have found their destination and maybe destroyed their friendship (sobsob) they'll find themselves in the other conflicts of the city- Those amongst the organisations, those that are asured from them, the war between the old ones (that sounded rather lovecraftian) and the upcoming presidential election. Well there's going to be lots of stuff going on I suppose- Also off of those three characters and in in the world of others. I'm pretty certain there's a semi-Romeo and Juliet-love-story between a member of Orange and one of Green. Also, there's still the police- And somebody trying to build them up again while somebody else wants to crush them from the inside. This whole town is rotten, leaving one a lot of possibilities actually.
I mean, you know.
But well.
About the main-characters.
UNO. Jay-Jay Miller.
Picture.
Jay-Jay is around 23 years old and the artfag. He looks more or less timid, though his face tells tales of irritation and grief. He dresses like nobody you'd further notice- A bit dorky, some might say- Vests, button-ups, sneakers, liking scarfs that look like granny made them and the like. He's actually a quite hating person with a really disappointed view on the world, gave up his pledges to humanity in grade 9 and did the same with all signs of affection about a week after. He has some deep and strong beliefs about several things which his mother likes to sum up as a "rotten sense of moral". Spoken more freudian, he likes to contribute to the "it" a bit more than to ever care about the superego or just anything that's being said to him. He started to study medicine but couldn't really keep interested for too long. He might have ADHD- His attention span is a joke. Also, the only person he stands conversations over 5 minutes with is Palazzio apparently. He could never hold up a long one with Iggy alone that wouldn't have ended with her slapping him or more likely kicking him in the testicles. However, he adores talking about his views or something he wants to talk about, but hates to give simple answers, especially to subtle questions. He sucks in everyday-conversation but shines when being up to hold a monologue. He's got great problems with speaking to audiences and can't look people in the eyes for too long. I'm yet to figure about his parents, but I'm rather sure they broke the contact. It's been going downhill the last few years of high school anyway.
If there's one thing you can scare him with then it's leaving him by the open sea. ******** creepy to him, bordering on phobia actually.
Most other things won't get him very affected, though. He doesn't smile a lot, doesn't really scream (he can get pretty intimidating, though) and doesn't ever cry. The day he cries will be the day he totally cracked.
Rather small guy. Slim to skinny. Red, curly hair, bearded, grey-ish eyes with some accents of green and red-ish brown. Differs on both eyes.
DEUX. Palazzio Gamble.
Pretty old picture.
Being known as the rebel-kid at school Palazzio's way to Iodine isn't as direct as expected. He's actually one whose moral is up and working- Not on the public workgrounds but on those he thought about. He hates war at heart and keeps comparing stuff to the government. However, his place in this city of murder seems rather wrong here now, right. Well, he hates nothing more than authority over him. Authority telling him what to do, demanding his respect. He won't actually respect anyone more than himself- And this is a point he's in a constant struggle with. He more or less followed Jay-Jay and plans on living as a civilian. He isn't too sure if he wants to get involved into all the business at all which is really making him think about the options he has left at times. However, this struggle brings up the contrary views he has on life- Like that everything is purest accident and one is only in charge of his own life till he gets eaten. He'd surely save a friend when in need, but what the hell, it takes a ******** long time till anybody could call himself a friend of his. He's really into music, especially old and underground, and gets jokes from Iggy for that quite a big part of the time. He's pretty close to both Iggy and Jay-Jay, though he actually regards neither as close to him as they'd regard him to themselves. He's a good listener who just gives answers when he regards them as neccessary. Loves to talk. Enjoys making people feel bad and feels bad about this. His mom's an alcoholic and he never met his dad. Can't cope with stress at all. Has anger-issues that might crawl up to the surface when in situations of enormous stress- Also, he might occassionaly scream around. Very emotional guy, loves to laugh, cry, scream, whatnot. Had a few panic-attacks in his life,- He got used to them.
Relatively tall. Jay-jay reaches to about somewhere on his neck. Likely to wear sleeveless and ripped tops. Pierced and tattooed. Has a colorfully dyed hawk. Brownish eyes, relatively dark, accents of red. Around 21 years.
TROIS. Iggy Loyce.
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She's the malevolent, sentient, introspective, slightly angsty but especially filled with agony goth-girl. Around 24 years she appears to be by far younger and as much as she claims that life is s**t she does seem to enjoy it by far more than both Jay-Jay and Palazzio. She's a smoker since she was in elementary school and got a ruined voice. She's hoping to die of lung cancer and tells herself a lot that she surely will 'cause on the one hand she regards this as rather cool and on the other she is maniacally scared of dying of anything that wasn't in her own control. Moving to Iodine in her view gives her that control since she does know that whatever happens she might die of just anything there every day- But had chosen to come there and therefore choosen to die this way and- She likes to explain things to herself in a weird logic to feel better.
She complains a lot but also does stuff (better) when you tell her to do it the ******** better. She really likes to give people the impression that she was just above them, busy being awesome and just plainly better than they are. However, she's by far less full of herself than she likes to sell herself as. When getting into asking her about her qualities she suddenly gets all quiet and defensive. Her everyday behavior though tells of a girl who just doesn't care what others think of her and does whatever she does however she does it and like she pleases to do it. Her way of explaining things took a lot of fears from her and her movement in Iodine turns out to be crazily open and light as if she didn't care at all. Which she in fact doesn't do. She never talks about her family. Nobody even has a clue what's up with them so there are the wildest speculations. Jay-jay is sure to have seen them, though, and reports that they are just "perfectly happy and normal". Maybe that's what she hates so much about them.
She likes adrenaline, stuff going on, action. A boring day feels like an eternity to her and will get her just mad. She can be childish, ruthless, and just in need for movement. Likes to laugh, is always keen not to talk too loudly.
Only dresses in black. SOMETIMES, just sometimes also purple. Has a mole. Black hair, old-school-goth-poofy-haircut. Wears shredded and ripped clothes, adores fancy detail, likes skirts of any lenght. Always wears boots. Likes PVC. Owns a plush-nonexistantwildcat named Léon. Likes artsy movies and conversations about them. Sucks at pronouncing certain stuff but will still try. Definitely not a shy person.
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Wow. End of post 1.
