Tag: Detective
Characters 10-20/30
10/30 – Roxie the Racer Queen. Figured on some Mad Max post-apocalyptic type thing. I wanted to draw a squished up minibike, like Akira Toriyama would back in the day.
11/30 – Funcrusher Plus. Upgrade on Funcrusher, the 2.0 if you will. It was inevitable.
12/30 – Razorblade Romantic. Another character based off a memorable album title (HIM’s Razorblade Romance). Mostly, I just wanted to draw a dude with a pompadour and a razorblade.
13/30 – The Blind Boxer. This was the last one I’d done after a very long night, kinda copped out with a quick brush pen illustration. Blind Shaolin fighter.
14/30 – Clean-Up. After some lazy submissions, felt like doing some detail work on this one.
15/30 – Det. Robert Booker. Straight laced, no nonsense cop.
16/30 – Piggy Pig. Booker’s partner. Name’s how the criminal element in town refer to him.
17/30 – The Persistent Hunter. Undead cowboy bounty hunter.
18/30 – The Hermit. Wizened old ninja master hermit type.
19/30 – Grimace the Goblin. Another late night cop out.
20/30 – Riot Grrl. DIY vigilante heroine protecting her city.
Day 8: Sandy Torres
Sandy is a private investigator and Otis Wonder’s partner(day 6). She is originally from Brooklyn, NY where she worked as a bodyguard for celebrities when they came to town. She is a highly skilled martial artist as well as en expert marksman. Sandy’s sarcastic sense of humor is a perfect contrast to Otis’s serious demeanor.
Day 6: Otis Wonder
Otis is a former linebacker for the Oakland Raiders. He played ten years of pro football redefining the position of linebacker while becoming the first football player to reach billionaire status thanks to wise investments and not pissing his money away on cars, mansions and hoochies. An injury forced him into retirement and a tragic accident involving his daughter inspired him to give back to others since he had been blessed with so much. He studied law enforcement and became a private detective so that he could work without the restraints of the police force.
Now Otis runs a community center located in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in the city so he can offer the youths an alternative to gang involvement. It’s a state of the art facility that houses classrooms, computer labs as well as the headquarters for his private investigation firm that accepts no payment for their services and chooses clients that are the most needy.
11/02/2012: Frank Marcello, Agano Private Eye
NAME: Frank Marcello  ORIGIN: Zuras  OCCUPATION: Private Detective
As a young initiate in the order of Ga’uum, Frank, then known by his birth name, Makaro, came to Nexus City on pilgrimige, a ceremony undertaken by all Agano peoples beholden to the “Wanderer God.” During a trip to the Undercity, he and his fellow initiates were assaulted by gangers. Left for dead, Frank climbed out of the Undercity, vowing to take his revenge on the criminal scum that ruled the labyrinthine tunnels below. After changing his name and serving seven years as an officer of  Nexus Security, Frank went into business for himself, opening a small detective firm specializing in gang-related cases. Several gangs have tried to assassinate Frank over the years and, though all attempts have failed, he has sustained numerous injuries and mutilations including a missing finger and a hoarse, raspy voice as a result having his throat cut by a vibro-machete.
Model designed in TinkerCAD and Sculptris (3D print pending…)
https://tinkercad.com/things/lyUX9LAOLZl-frank-marcello-agano-private-eye-30characterschallenge
#15 – The Gray Gentleman
Working with the Martian was a pain in the ass.
Mostly, because he took offense on being called a Martian. He had explained countless times he did not come from Mars, and neither did the creatures that invaded in 98 for that matter, that he came from a planet thousands of some alien distance measure he and his people used away from Earth, and once again repeated the name of his planet. Trying to even attempt to transcribe what came out of his mouth is an exercise in madness. So when asked what he would like to be called, he would respond he would like to be called by his name, and muttered more illegible gibberish. And that’s how people usually got right back to calling him a Martian.
His biggest issue with being called that, he explained is that it was also the name the common folk used to refer to the Invaders, the other aliens that almost burnt England to the ground. He took great offense in being compared to them in any way. He hated them, more than he hated anything. From his own recollection, he’d been chasing them from halfway across the galaxy until finally managing to catch them here. Many times he admitted both privately and publically, that at that particular junction he didn’t really cared for us. We were many, and we wanted the Invaders dead. That was enough to consider us allies.
And without the Martian’s assistance, England and the World probably wouldn’t have survived the invasion.
Now, Her Majesty’s Secret Service, on the other hand, had a very different name for him. They’ve codenamed him “The Gray Gentlemanâ€. He’d joined just as soon as the century turned, after we were done with all the rebuilding, but only under one condition: He would serve Queen and Country only in matters of extraterrestrial treat and he refused to borrow his services in any matters that pertained to our planet’s science and politics. He also refused to let anyone examine his very peculiar sidearm, which he carried with him at all times for fear of it being stolen.
Many thought Gray, as many finally settled on calling him as the years went on, was just being a prick. England had all of this extraterrestrial technology in their hands, scientists and scholars pouring over it day and night trying to get even a small glimpse of how it all functioned and he refused to lift whatever he had instead of fingers to help us in that effort. That’s because Gray knew better than anyone that no sooner had he explained the British how to use the Invader’s weapons, they would’ve turned their armies against all nations and brought the entire World under their flag. He knew we weren’t ready yet. He knew whatever we could learn from that technology, we would have to earn it on our own. And again, while most people hated him for that attitude, other really respected him.
For the most part, Gray lived a very quiet, boring, English life. He had a small flat only a couple blocks away from Scotland Yard, where he worked in a consulting capacity for the detective department. He did this entirely pro-bono. His Secret Service stipend was more than enough for him to live a very posh lifestyle, but for him it was something to do to pass the time in between alien sightings. And not only did it kept his mind nimble, it also helped him to slowly understand mankind a little better.
He was fond of the tuba, tea and biscuits, reading and, especially, stargazing. He would sit in the roof of his flat, with a gigantic telescope of his own invention and just look into the emptiness of space for hours, a look of nostalgia on his face every time he did. No one ever asked him. It was very clear not only by his attitude but by the way he never tried to leave our planet, regardless of how many spacecrafts descended on British soil, always a convenient excuse right after the flying saucer had departed. Anyone could tell that the Gray Gentleman simply had nowhere or no one to return to.
Gray died on December 20th, 1961, on a private room in St. Mary’s Hospital in London. On his bedside were the director of MI6, the Prime Minister, Her Majesty the Queen and Nina Mumford, her housekeeper and close friend. He had a private funeral where his body was cremated and his ashes spread from the top of the London Bridge.
1934: Gray’s first and last ambassador mission for the Secret Service.
The fact he showed up naked is, in hindsight, the indicator that this was not gonna end right.
#3: The Recorder
We live to serve.
We live to watch.
We live to record the facts. Facts cannot be changed. Facts cannot be obscured. Facts are black. Facts are white.
Humans can change as they see fit. Humans can change to make themselves what they are not. Humans are not black. Humans are not white. Humans are grey.
We live to record the facts. Humans think that we live to serve them. We live to serve the facts.
We serve the facts. We serve the truth. We watch. We record. We are watching you.
#2: Dahlia
“AUDIO CASE FILE:Â 11-1126
Philip Chandler, Chandler and Lo Pan Investigations
SUBJECT:Â ‘Dahlia’
‘Dahlia’ is a woman in her late twenties. She is tall - maybe 5’9”? – with jet black hair down to her shoulders.  She’s well-dressed and, from what I cna see so far, chooses designers and outfits that enhance her figure.
‘Dahlia’ has just recently approached this office to help her recover her memories – she claims that she has severe amnesia, and cannot remember anything about her past. This includes her full name, her age, where she lives.Â
Note regarding the earlier statement about hair color: is looks a little too close to true black. There are no signs of varying shades, which indicates that either her hair has been dyed, or it’s not real. In either case, finding out the source of this could help in learning more about her true identity.
The earliest memory she has is from four days ago, when she woke up in a hotel suite. From her description, it sounds as if she was in the Sands, which means she either has money, or she knows – or, frankly, knew – people who do.
She was also able to pay the standard retainer, up-front, in cash. To date, she has no recollection of how or why she was carrying ten thousand dollars on her.
I have no idea what I can find out, since the thumbprint I took off of her drinking glass after she left didn’t ping any databases. Everybody’s in at least one database, so who the hell is she?
The good news – for now – is that she came to the office while Xiu-Xiu was out; with her looks and all, he’d have been tripping all over his god-damned self. Better keep this case close to the vest for now, and not let the two of them meet. I don’t know what I’d be more afraid of if that happens – Xiu-Xiu spraining his tongue, or Xiu-Xiu embarrassing this whole office.
END OF RECORDING’
#1: Xiu-Xiu Lo Pan
Xiu-Xiu (pronounced “Choo-Choo”) Lo Pan is a Chinese-American private detective in an alternative Las Vegas that looks more Blade Runner than Sin City. Taking his styling cues from Dean Martin, Xiu-Xiu is usually seen with his thin tie, french-cuffed shirt, black suit with a shawl-collared jacket, pompadoured hair and an eternal cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Everything about him – his look, his attitude, his manner of speaking – seems to have evolved from the Rat Pack era.
Currently, Xiu-Xiu is trying to solve the murder of his business partner, while simultaneously trying to close the case his partner took on just before he died:Â help a woman named Dahlia remember who she is and how she lost her memory.
As he works to find the answers to both cases, he finds himself stymied in each direction by a man with no eyes, a robot slavery ring, and corrupt police – and realizes that they may all be connected.
#6 – Epitaph
The Dead wear No Shoes!
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The zombie detective who returns from beyond the grave to solve crimes of the occult, Epitaph was once a man whose practice of the mystic arts left him a conduit for mystic energy! Now, whenever the cries of the innocent are unheard by the law, he returns from his eternal slumber to correct the careful balance of the universe!
#3 MR. INDIGO
Mr. Indigo- Scourge of crime-lords and science villains in New York City! Using intellect, eastern mystic arts and gold-plated .45’s, he wages war on those whom society cannot. Beware the blue light of justice, fear the cobalt mage- Evil feel the piercing rage…of INDIGO.
First pulp appearance: BLUE LOTUS MYSTERIES, Nov. 1937, Later, MR. INDIGO MYSTERY TALES (comic) 1935.
#2 Charles, Detective of Purgatory City
Charles fell asleep on the banks of the river Styx, exhausted by the conundrum that had plagued his mind. No dead had come to be ferried. What or who Charles was prior to today didn’t matter now. There were questions that needed answers and Charles was just the person to find them.
That’s how he ended up in Purgatory City, a bustling noir-style cut out of 1920s America. In the city center a monolithic glass sky scraper that none seemed to know about. The dead still come, but they never moved on. Purgatory runs on the hopes, dreams, and anger of those who are not ready to move on.
This is where Charles took on the role of detective. Trying his best to figure out what had happen before while also taking on cases of those who cling to life still. His agency operates in the living and dead worlds. Thanks to a special coin paid to him long ago by a certain arch-angel, he is able to become human. Though when he uses it he enters the world just like any other human does, unclothed and screaming.
Far as Charles is concerned, he is still doing the job he always has, he is just doing it differently now.
(Based off an old story concept I have bouncing around my noggin)
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