A Comics Novice Tries to Describe 5 More Characters Based on Illustrations Alone
Well, here we are again. Sean Edgar, Paste editor and all-around bad person, had the idea that I—an innocent man who has been minding his own business for an entire lifetime, far away from the whole comics scene—should try to describe five characters based on a few drawings with no other context. I suffered through the process last month, and then Jim Vorel, another bad person/Paste editor, made me repeat the whole thing with pro wrestlers—another blind spot in my cultural upbringing. Misery ensued, but I thought I had, at last, paid my penance.
NO. I had not. Like Sisyphus on the mountain, I reached the top only to watch my rock tumble down the far side, forcing me to start the struggle anew. It turns out that Sean sent me more than just five illustrations. We weren’t finished. Hell, we may never be finished. This is how nightmares begin. That said, we’re ready for installment number two—below each picture are my stab-in-the-dark guesses at each character, followed by the truth, as written by Sean. Here we go:
(Editor’s Note: Just so we’re crystal clear, this exercise is not intended to make fun of or mock comic book characters — it’s transparently intended to make fun of Shane.)
Initial thoughts: Well hello! I, uh…my name’s Shane, and I, uh…I’m a…God, sorry, why am I so nervous?…you ever get the feeling where your mouth just goes totally dry and you’re like, why can’t I think?…No?…Are you, uh…I guess you’re a superhero? Or is it superheroine? What’s the pc term there? It doesn’t, I mean…I’ll call you whatever you want (nervous laughter)…I’d even call you my girlfriend, ha ha!! No, no, totally joking, I’m sure you’re…I’m sure you’re married, or whatever…but if not…no?…okay, fair enough. Anyway, your job seems pretty cool. I notice that you’re scantily clad in some kind of metal outfit—not that I’m looking! I swear! I just…well, let’s be honest, it’s a noticeable fashion choice, right? No offense. And you’re sort of gripping your fist in a way that threatens my masculinity, yet also makes me feel up for anything, you know? Am I making you uncomfortable? Anyway, who’s this dude ‘Silvestri’? Is he the guy who drew you? Seems like a dick. You deserve so much better. Hey, can I give you my number, just in case either of us ever need to talk?
My guess at her name: Silvestri’s Wet Dream
My guess at her superpower: Temporarily curing Silvestri’s deep, abiding loneliness.
My guess at her arch enemy: Anyone Silvestri tries to date in real life, only to find that normal women are reluctant to be outfitted for a skimpy metal body suit.
The Truth: NYC Cop Sara Pezzini wields the Witchblade, an ancient glove of primordial power that also served as Excalibur to King Arthur. When in peril, the Witchblade wraps its barbed tendrils around Sara and lashes out at any potential danger. Marc Silvestri is one of the creators of Witchblade; he’s also the CEO behind the publishing line of the comic, Top Cow. He’s married. I may have had an action figure and poster of Witchblade growing up…that I still have…right now…right in front of me. Don’t judge.
Initial thoughts: Okay, Sean, nice try, but you’re not getting two for the price of one here. I’m going to ignore the purple robot man with a thumb tack coming out of his mouth and rope around his genitals in favor of the red devil guy. Let’s start with the setting: We seem to be in the middle of a Sergio Leone film, except instead of Clint Eastwood, we’ve got a muscular red fellow with two sheared horns on his head, cloven hooves, and a reptilian tail. Also, I’m happy to report, a soul patch. His right hand has obviously been amputated and replaced with some kind of steel smashing device, and he’s wearing a tool belt, which I guess is where he keeps his snacks. Or maybe the smashing device is interchangeable, like the nozzle on a vacuum cleaner, and he can replace it depending on the situation. I bet when he hangs out with Silvestri’s Wet Dream, he uses a velvet glove. (I think I just weirded myself out there.)