[image: drawn portrait of a werewolf woman with grey skin, hair and wolfy ears, and bright yellow-orange eyes with matching lipstick. She's wearing a grey pinstripe suit and orange paw-patterned waistcoat]
Klau Honshu was a character who didn't need very much tweaking of her design, though I ended up making a CSP paintbrush for the pawprints. Gave her a little fang ornament instead of a tie but I might think up something else.
New Razzopolis characters! Silas Hoary, vampire mob boss, and his second in command, the butch lesbian werewolf Klau Honshu; then we have Sylvia Silvermane's parents, finally; and the body horror show and architect Brigid Béal.
Still slowly picking away at Razzopolis, bit by bit!
[images: illustrations featuring various original characters; the first involves a bearded vampire in a pinstripe suit with vampire cape smiling smugly as he's protected by a shorter woman, a grey werewolf in a grey pinstripe suit with yellow patterned waistcoat;
the second image is of a woman with very long pointed ears wearing a blue flapper dress and silvery hair hugging a bearded man in a sweater vest;
the last is a woman in a pink dress and feathered headband with eyes and mouths where there should not be eyes and mouths]
[images: two pages of a comic. transcription under cut.]
Anyway, I’m doing mini-comics for Razzopolis now, please enjoy my creepy mildly body horror ocs in a weird dream fantasy art deco city
Starting with Mr. Smokin, since that’s how my Razzopolis stuff started in the first place so that’s fitting
TRANSCRIPTION:
Page 1, Panel 1: It is a city. Art Deco-ish, but vaguely creepy. There is a gold building with a subtle angular eye motif.
Text: Mr. Smokin runs the bank. It is called that despite the city of Razzopolis having no currency.
Panel 2: Mr. Smokin, a man in a white suit who is made of thick, black smoke with pointed fingers, no eyes or mouth, just a stark white smile, holds out a hand as a hand holding a knife and a tentacle holding an apple offer their objects toward him.
Text: In trades and barters where no agreement has been reached, the Bank acts as an intermediary.
Panel 3: Mr. Smokin holds a bundle of strange yet oddly ordinary objects in his arms.
Text: He has what people want or need, always.
Panel 4: Mr. Smokin walks among rows of large tanks filled with liquid where people float in them.
Text: Under the bank are the vaults where the Sleeping are kept safe until they leave, or worse, wake up.
Panel 5. Mr. Smokin puts a hand on one of those tanks. He is still smiling.
Text: If they wake from their dreaming, Mr. Smokin always seems to know before they even open their eyes. He sells that knowledge to the mayor, though no one knows what they’re exchanging.
Page 2, Panel 1: in a gold hallway with an odd eye pattern, smoke drifts off Mr. Smokin’s hands.
Text: Mr. Smokin could be any shape he wishes to be but he chooses this one.
Panel 2: A close up on his face and shoulders with red in the background.
Text: He rarely stops smiling. He really is made of smoke, but...
Panel 3: Extreme close up on his distressingly rendered teeth.
Text: it makes one wonder - why are his teeth... real?
[images: two illustrations of women. the first is a stern, tall thin woman in a white and black fancy outfit with skull motifs. she has short grey hair. more importantly, her face bleeds into skull and the rest of her body has other instances of bones and flesh seemlessly melding. The other woman is a short fat woman in a red shirt and shorts with suspenders with black hair and red cats eye glasses and a weird eye plus hands motif glowing in the background.]
some full body stuff for Razzopolis characters, playing fast and loose with both the visual inspiration (look it’s not ACTUALLY set in the 1920s I can do what I want) and the fact that I’ve aged up Mayor Vertebrae (this will be canon from now on tho)