I draw the webcomic Manly Guys Doing Manly Things and work on cartoons you might see on TV sometimes.

 

The facial features of Trinity K Bonet out of drag probably more closely resemble what I am trying to translate onto paper when I draw Tigris than any other living human I have ever seen.

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ppppppbbbbphltphpt I dunno for some reason envisioning them standing next to each other in a neutral pose presents enough of a challenge to me that I revisit it every so often and see if my power level has gone up at all since the last time.
I always kinda waffle on how broad-shouldered Tig should be, like, slender but not skinny. The kind of physique you could kind of play in either direction depending on how he’s dressed.
Next time someone asks me what Platinum Black is about I’m just gonna say “dudes with unreasonably nice physiques.”

ppppppbbbbphltphpt I dunno for some reason envisioning them standing next to each other in a neutral pose presents enough of a challenge to me that I revisit it every so often and see if my power level has gone up at all since the last time.

I always kinda waffle on how broad-shouldered Tig should be, like, slender but not skinny. The kind of physique you could kind of play in either direction depending on how he’s dressed.

Next time someone asks me what Platinum Black is about I’m just gonna say “dudes with unreasonably nice physiques.”

I feel like I always just draw him looking smarmy so here’s something other than that.

I feel like I always just draw him looking smarmy so here’s something other than that.

I’ve never really had a solid design for Tigris’ siblings locked down (and I still don’t entirely) so I was kinda doodling and playing with that. Basically their mom is supposed to be this big, boisterous Amazonian warrior of a woman, she’s a six foot stocky built Afro-Brazilian woman, and their dad is kind of a short, slender quiet Indian-Egyptian man. So Tij is the youngest, like six and a half feet tall with a lean, athletic build, his sister Rishi is three years older and about the same height and build as their mom and their oldest brother Jamar is another three years older, like 5’7” and stocky. 
Jamar was kind of a jock growing up and gave his siblings a lot of big brother shit when they were kids, so now Tigris likes to go to his house and put his things on high shelves. Jamar’s sport of choice was basketball, and he considers it some sort of horrible cosmic prank that his baby brother who doesn’t even like sports ended up being a foot taller than him (but he’s secretly very happy that if Tigris got to be the tall, handsome, rich and famous one, at least he gets to be the small town sports star and the upstanding family man). He works as a high school Phys Ed coach and is married with a couple kids around six and four years old. Tigris gets along with his kids swimmingly, and likes to borrow them for the day every now and then to spoil them rotten in an ongoing experiment to see if he can make them love him more than their father. His sister in law thinks he’s an irresponsible spoiled brat but he loves their whole family very much.
Lacking the compulsion to be dicks to each other, Tij and Rishi get along in a much less competitive manner. She also lives in the downtown core of the city and runs in similar social circles, working as a lifestyles editor for a women’s interests magazine. They dealt with Jamar’s condescending chest-puffing teen years together, and as a result are closer to each other than they are with him, going out for meals and spending a lot of time at each other’s apartments. Tigris is most likely to let his guard down around her than any of the other people in his life because she’s the least likely to make fun of him if he tries to stop being smarmy and aloof and talk about something that matters.

I’ve never really had a solid design for Tigris’ siblings locked down (and I still don’t entirely) so I was kinda doodling and playing with that. Basically their mom is supposed to be this big, boisterous Amazonian warrior of a woman, she’s a six foot stocky built Afro-Brazilian woman, and their dad is kind of a short, slender quiet Indian-Egyptian man. So Tij is the youngest, like six and a half feet tall with a lean, athletic build, his sister Rishi is three years older and about the same height and build as their mom and their oldest brother Jamar is another three years older, like 5’7” and stocky. 

Jamar was kind of a jock growing up and gave his siblings a lot of big brother shit when they were kids, so now Tigris likes to go to his house and put his things on high shelves. Jamar’s sport of choice was basketball, and he considers it some sort of horrible cosmic prank that his baby brother who doesn’t even like sports ended up being a foot taller than him (but he’s secretly very happy that if Tigris got to be the tall, handsome, rich and famous one, at least he gets to be the small town sports star and the upstanding family man). He works as a high school Phys Ed coach and is married with a couple kids around six and four years old. Tigris gets along with his kids swimmingly, and likes to borrow them for the day every now and then to spoil them rotten in an ongoing experiment to see if he can make them love him more than their father. His sister in law thinks he’s an irresponsible spoiled brat but he loves their whole family very much.

Lacking the compulsion to be dicks to each other, Tij and Rishi get along in a much less competitive manner. She also lives in the downtown core of the city and runs in similar social circles, working as a lifestyles editor for a women’s interests magazine. They dealt with Jamar’s condescending chest-puffing teen years together, and as a result are closer to each other than they are with him, going out for meals and spending a lot of time at each other’s apartments. Tigris is most likely to let his guard down around her than any of the other people in his life because she’s the least likely to make fun of him if he tries to stop being smarmy and aloof and talk about something that matters.

Tigris Alexander: Kind of a dick but not as much of a dick as he likes to pretend he is

Tigris Alexander: Kind of a dick but not as much of a dick as he likes to pretend he is

I feel especially guilty talking about this while it doesn’t exist after reading Pep’s thing.

I feel especially guilty talking about this while it doesn’t exist after reading Pep’s thing.

Five fictional facts Friday Tigris edition:

  • He teaches his niece and nephew cuss words and tells them to tell their mom that they heard it from their dad
  • He tells interviewers that he’d be totally cool with platonically marrying his agent and raising kids with her and then they could just see whoever they wanted on the side.
  • He’s surprisingly competent at auto repair
  • If he was asked to name one regret it would be stretching his ears as a teenager, the holes are only about the diameter of a pencil and he doesn’t dislike the way they look or really even feel strongly enough to “fix” them, but it’s been a point of contention with directors often enough to wear on him.
  • He named his dog Sally after his Egyptian grandmother told him it looked like it could be the Sal’awa