@cbishop: thanks, I was going for sympathetic criminal but I see what you mean about being manipulated.
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It kinda looks like baggy sweats/halloweencostumes.com to me at this point. But, it could look better on camera.
I just wish that they wouldn't have called the movie civil war, since it will be very far from the civil war event, but what's done is done and I will give them my money.
The power died on my laptop. All the work is done lost in an instant. Why didn't I plug it in?
I cut off the lights but the dim screen is blinding. I can't sleep. So I pick up the phone. The tiny three inch keyboard. But it works for my spinning wheels.
Yet I have no desire to look at Facebook feeds or Twitter tweets or Instagram pics. That's not my scene. I'm more private than that. Or maybe I'm just afraid to post anything and not feel a vibration when I am liked- I mean my status is liked. Freudian slip.
So instead of scrolling through a social network that I am only an observer in, I wander. I need to write, I have ideas. I have things to say. But I don't want to comment on political or religious debates. It's a lost cause to try and reason with the Internet. Everyone screaming trying to be the loudest kid on the bus. I don't want to read the news or research my fantasy football team either. Too much effort for something I can't take as true.
I want to create, so I go to someplace where I can be anonymous, where I can write about what I want to write about. I come to you Comic Vine. My outlet, and my entertainment. You let me be me without competing for the most likes or hashtags or hearts. I can be as loud or quiet as I want. So thanks for being a good listener and exhortationist.
Now that my head is empty I can make this screen blank too, and descend into the audience of my dreamscape.
I've been working on a concept for an original comic series since March and just finished Act 1. I have > 20,000 words of dialogue and 12 pages of panels mapped out. I've looked into submissions through Image Comics and want to build a team to submit my work.
The advice I need is:
When do I need to copyright my idea?
What is the best way to find an artist in my city?
When I find an artist what do I need to look for to know they're talented?
When I begin looking for artists how much of my story do I reveal? Do I show them my concepts?
Is Image Comics the best resource?
If anyone has gone through this, I'd like any insight you can give.
Name: Jonah “The Revealer” Mercury, 34, Autistic, 20 years for theft, B&E, assault with a deadly weapon, Size: 6’ 6”, 270 lbs
Family: Mother, Elyse, deceased - Father, Reuben, deceased – Sister, Shauna, 37, serving a minimum of 8 years in Bedford for assault
History: The Mercury’s had a successful locksmith company in the Flatiron District in the early 80’s. When Jonah was born, the doctor’s bills along with the rising rent prices forced Mr. Mercury to close his shop in 1984. Jonah was 5. They moved to Hell’s Kitchen where Reuben took up an “apprenticeship” with a local locksmith, Martin Erikkson, alleged second cousin to the criminal nicknamed “The Locksmith” from San Francisco. In 1987, Erikkson’s shop burned down. Reuben claimed it was the doing of Hammerhead’s goons, when in reality it was his son, whom he had left in the backroom unattended and who had accidentally started the fire. Reuben found the boy curled up in a ball in the corner of the room barely breathing. He escaped the fire with second degree burns over 20% of his body, but he was alive and had saved his son. He regretted it for the rest of his life.
Reuben found odd jobs and did some illegal smithing to pay the bills, but succumbed to alcoholism and committed suicide in 1993. Needing to keep the family afloat, Elyse began working as janitor at the hospital where she also worked in the gift shop. Unsupervised, Shauna took to prostitution and drugs, and Jonah was left unattended for most of his preteen years. His Autism continued to go untreated and he became a whipping boy for his classmates, even though he was 2-3 heads taller than them all and outweighed them by 50 lbs. In one bullying encounter, Jonah knocked another boy to the ground and stomped his face on the curb, shattering his cheek and jaw bones. Elyse pulled him out of school and left him home alone.
He began to tinker with the complex locks that he found in his father’s stuff in his closet like he had watched Reuben do as a kid. It became an obsession to feel the tumblers give way every time he would pick the lock. When he had mastered all of the locks in the trunk, he began to wander outside of his family’s apartment. The cops picked him up trying to break into the super’s office-apartment. When they confronted him, Jonah panicked and broke an officer’s nose. They beat him and arrested him. When Elyse tried to pick him up, they told her that the state was taking Jonah since she had failed to properly have his Autism treated and failed to keep him in school. Jonah spent the rest of his childhood as a ward of the state.
When he was an adult, he moved to a halfway house. A petty thief named Richie who had just finished a 3-year stint at Rikers after being busted by Daredevil saw Jonah messing with the other residents’ trunks, picking the locks, but not taking anything out. He saw that Jonah had a knack for it and saw an opportunity to exploit his skill. Using his contacts in the Kingpin’s sub-organizations, Richie lined up a gig to hit some houses in Midtown. He tried to tell Jonah about it and realized something was wrong with him because he wouldn’t talk or make eye contact. He just shied away when Richie got near. He gained Jonah’s trust by bringing in different locks and letting Jonah pick them. He lined up the Midtown heist and they broke in and stole $100,000 in cash and jewelry from 10 homes. One house had an alarm system, but Jonah was able to decipher the code after staring at it for a few seconds.
He gained notoriety and picked up the moniker The Revealer due to his aversion to taking the goods he broke in for. Richie was the mastermind and thief, Jonah was the lock-man. On his last B&E, Richie was shot and killed by the resident. The man shot Jonah, but his mental condition due to seeing his only friend die combined with his mass was too much for one bullet. Jonah wrestled the gun from the man and hit him across the temple, leaving him for dead. The man was in a coma for a year. The police found Jonah curled up in the corner of the room where they found Richie’s body, he was sobbing and they were able to arrest him without much resistance.
Suicide Mission: The Revealer will play a key role in mission, as the point man to break into the SWORD headquarters. There is a shape shifter who will act as The Revealer’s friend Richie to coerce him into picking the locks. If he gets unruly, the other team members will use a shock implant to take him down. He will break into each section until they reach their mark. Once there, they will kill the mark in her cell. When her life sensors go offline, the entire SWORD will be looking for our team with kill orders. Make it out alive and they will have their freedom.
Inhuman Royal Family:
Black Bolt - Matthew Fox or Wentworth Miller
Maximus - Paul Dano or Javier Bardem
Gorgon - Jason Momoa
Karnak - Jay Baruchel
Triton - Doug Jones (Hellboy) or Rodrigo Santoro (300)
Medusa - Jennifer Garner or Robin Wright
Crystal - Jennifer Lawrence
This is my first time to post. Thought this was a cool idea. A good exercise for sure.
The Fat Prince of the Air
The Fat Prince sat in his throne room with a giant grin on his face. It had been two thousand years since that fateful day. He could still remember the cries of the crowd as they yelled "Crucify him!", he could see the silver coins fall out of Judas' robes as he dangled from the tree after betraying his lord, He could smell the blood dripping from the face of Jehovah's "Messiah" as he crawled up the hill like a crippled old man. Ahhh, the smell of victory was in the air then. He took a bite of a thick turkey leg and let the juices flow down his double chin and on to his chest.
His plan had taken thousands of years to orchestrate, yet he moved each piece like a brilliant tactician. This was war, and he had been given free reign to do with as he pleased. First, he made them forget that Jehovah freed them from Egypt. Then he made them forget the wrath that Jehovah poured on them for the insolent kings who didn't follow his precious laws. Hah! They blamed Jehovah for their troubles, the prince had made them completely oblivious of themselves and they continued to do as they pleased. Then their zealous priests who corrupted Jehovah's religion, that bit of brilliance made the prince puff up with even more pride. The people of Jehovah- I blinded them and they killed their only hope. Heh.
The prince's mood darkened then. Jehovah had pulled a fast one on him, ruining his winning streak with a clever trick- so Jehovah was the Messiah all along? Yet somehow he broke the power of death, not that the Prince cared- he only ruled the living, but the more souls he could steal from Jehovah, the more he could revel in their eternal torment at Jehovah's own hand. Oh sweet irony. Ugh, he remembered, then it happened- Jehovah decided to live inside of all the people who believed in him as some kind of spirit, sealing them for heaven so that he wouldn't have to torment them forever.
The Fat Prince paused there, he took another bite of turkey leg and regained his composure. It was tough to make them forget that- but lucky for me these creatures are fickle and have no ability to see the bigger picture. They want to be satisfied now. They want knowledge and power NOW. So filling their every desire is what I did. Heh. How do you know eternity even exists? I told them. And don't you think you'll get bored in heaven- you'll be mindless drones doing nothing but singing to him all day, Jehovah even said as much in your holy book. I convinced them that Jehovah was a selfish psychopath and that he's not real. I convinced them he would never come back. Two-thousand years is a long time.
The Fat Prince ruled earnestly- as each year passed he caused more and more doubt and won more and more followers. He wore the finest linens, he partook of the most delicate of foods, had sex with the most beautiful women and men, and shared his spoils with the most eager pleasure-seeking creatures. He used Jehovah's followers as a ward against new followers by making them seem prude and unlikable. He may have lost the battle two-thousand years ago, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. Oh yes- he had read Jehovah's words- the real one's, not the ones the humans screwed up (by the prince's will). He knew his reign would come to a crashing halt- all the more reason to indulge now and take as many humans with him where he was going.
A bit of humility came to him then. But it was gone in a flash. His black heart was set on its course- if I can't have eternal pleasure, neither can they.
Just then the doors to his castle exploded off their hinges, splinters of wood and glass rained down. A light so overwhelming flooded the hall he had to shield his eyes- then he saw- Jehovah as the "Messiah" mounted on a great white horse with a sword blazing with holy fire. "The time has come Fat Prince, do what you were designed to do, and then prepare to be destroyed".
Sullen, the prince grabbed the golden key ring from his belt. He knelt at the base of his throne and inserted a key into the hidden lock. As he turned the key he heard four trumpets. The ground opened beneath him as Jehovah's four horsemen appeared. Heh, his final trick- making them believe it was my idea to destroy the world he thought. The horsemen ascended and rode through the gates of the castle leaving behind a trail of pestilence and flame. The prince stared back down into the pit, seven pairs of eyes stared up at him, seven jaws like lions bore their teeth. Giant bear claws gripped the rim of the pit and the beast climbed out, his ten horns as sharp as any sword. It lowered one of its heads, and allowed the prince to mount it. His grin was gone then, replaced by a look of desperation and mania that comes when all hope is lost. As the beast rode out into the streets, humans groveled at its feet. And So began the end of all things.