Comic Book Concept 4 - I am the Black Fox.
So it’s a theme. Or possibly it’s schizophrenia. But I work for an individual known as The Black Fox. And up ‘til now, this masked vigilante has had me doing mainly just theatre. But apparently it’s time to expand.
This ongoing comic book series will be about the heroes and villains of the Black Fox universe, and revolves initially around the forming of a small-town sort of Justice League.
Since this is to be an ongoing thing rather than a self contained story, the best way to sell it to you is through the cast:
Some are famous(ish) heroes who’ve been invited, some have volunteered, some owe the Fox a debt. But one way or another they are all in for the long hall. Or at least until they’re torn in half by a mad pan-dimensional demi-god in a top hat.
You’ve got your heavy. A huge, bearded man in a wrestling costume. This is the Sledgehammer; he’s been in the superhero business for a while, following the discovery of his powers in a tragic pro wrestling accident. He’s been in about a dozen superhero leagues, societies and associations over the years. Never front line, though; always muscle and one liners. But he’s good at what he does. Super strength is a given, and he’s not so much invulnerable as indomitable (he’s got a pain threshold somewhere but nobody seems to be able to find it). And with one twitch of a muscle he can produce a shockwave of, for lack of a better phrase, Unrelenting Force. A human battering ram. The hammer is his penis, etc. He’s been invited to join. The Fox has promised him the front line.
Then there’s the new girl. Late teens, early twenties. She been trying not to breathe too often lately because every time she inhales time slows down, every time she exhales time speeds up and in the middle… Well suffice to say it’s not fun. She needs to learn to control this power - partly for her sanity’s sake and partly because she’s concerned she may end the world at any minute. She’s been told the Fox can help her, for a price.
You’ve got this Mad Monk. Martial arts expert, obviously, and wise as all shit but try as he might he can’t quite put his finger on who he’s actually supposed to be worshipping most of the time. He knows it’s not the Black Fox, which is partially why he’s comfortable accepting the invitation. There’s also the fact that he needs people around who are okay with killing him at any moment. Because he’s a werewolf. And I probably should have said that bit first.
There’s the White Rabbit. Yes. THE White Rabbit. In human terms he’d have to be a couple of thousand years old, but technically he didn’t exist until the mid 1800s. As Wonderlandkin he’s naturally skilled in mindfuckery, but lost his taste for anything more illusory than a basic human form after Lewis Carol turned out to be such a massive paedophile. So his power is speed. We’re talking nigh on untouchable rip-a-hole-in-reality fast. And yet the Fox has caught him, then held him still just long enough for over a century of guilt to catch up. Guilt about what remains to be seen (unless you saw Black Fox Theatre’s Glorified Mixtape, in which case you’ve probably got the long and short of it). He’s a thieving, twitchy, disorganised, overdressed, irresponsible, dimension-hopping hobo. So naturally the Fox has put him in charge.
The troop also has a cobbler. No superpowers or anything; dude’s just great at making shoes.
That’s a few of them. If you’re thinking this sample’s a little Y-chromosoney, that’s just because these are the only characters that can be easily summed up in a single paragraph.
This one could be a lot of fun, particularly when tied in with the events and productions of Black Fox Theatre and the real people the characters are based on. Social satire and a fragile fourth wall.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Internet. I’ve been editing. 5 of 5 is coming up soon. In the meantime, link and like and share.