Okay, , so after I’d posted the below, I became obsessed with doing this. Behold Dangerously Cheesy.
So I can’t take full credit for the design. I was about 90% there (and actually had the toon out and running) when Margie got home. She was amused by the whole thing, which was when I started describing the design problems I’d had.
The biggest one are the shoes. Chester Cheetah clearly has white high-tops. Male toons can get sneakers — with knee-high athletic socks. Margie opined that was lame, since women didn’t have that limitation — at which point I told her that I’d given that a try, but you also lose the dots on the legs below the knees. And I told her I’d actually put together someone who would have been Chesty Cheetah, but decided to go back to the male.
At which point, nothing would do but for her to make that very character. Which she did. And she also lit on the improvement of, rather than an orange face with the Spots pattern, she went a full mask with the Gills pattern (and white skin), which allows for a white muzzle and the appearance of whiskers. Nice.
She also came up with the idea of trying to do a white spot on the chest by doing a large, round white-on-white chest emblem. It didn’t look good on the female toon, but worked okay for me.
Alas, the photo of her doesn’t do the toon, ah, chesty justice. And I’m not sure about the cowboy boots, but, hey …
So, Dangerously Cheesy (Scrapper – Claws/SR) and Chesty Cheetah (Controller – Grav/Kin). We ran around with them for a couple of hours, until Freedom started getting flaky. The combo, even at low levels, was pretty good. Of course, I’d been thinking about a soloable character, not another duo — but it was still fun.
I decided on the “motto” character name, rather than calling him “Chester Cheetah” or something like that largely so as to avoid petitionable trademark problems. So, in the picture to the right, which do you think is going to be the first to be petitioned? (And, yes, kudos to the very nice “Freakazoid” toon).
Last night…all over the place.
Starting off in PC on Virtue, with Gaz and listening to DJ Logos (who had a very good show last night and had a new (to me) version of the St. James Infirmary Blues by Arty Shaw.). I do miss…
Remember to talk like a beatnik! If you need help, refer to Mr. Know-It-All’s lesson, “How to Be a Beatnik.”
An excerpt:
“Beatniks are fond of reciting poetry to jazz, thusly:
Mary had a – swingin’ lamb.
He followed her to – school.
She shaved off all his wool
And – man, that lamb was – cooool!”
I had that particular lesson on audio tape, so I’ve probably listened to it eleventy-dozen times. And I believe the third line is:
“She sold his wool for a – bongo drum”
(clicks fingers enthusiastically)
Just channel your inner Maynard G. Krebs daddio.
No worries there, man.
Hocked! “She *hocked* his wool…”!
Ah. I believe you are correct.