Fynch was always supposed to be a “scary little ice-cold psycho.” Originally, I had suggested that he should look like Tim Roth. Max did a few early sketches that way, then started messing with a Gabriel Byrne look that I also liked. He ended up combining the two into our own character.
Artist’s Notes: Character design, for me, is a really tough thing. In my mind, the character has to look and fit physically in the roll that the story requires- except at the outset, we didn’t really know what in the heck the characters would end up doing, and in that, it was a bit of a catch-22 situation. Form, for me, follows function, but the function is still being revealed as we go. So I never really “modeled” the characters officially, and everybody’s look is kinda nebulous, even now. They’ll continue to change and evolve as things progress.
Fynch, however, and to the same extent, Roland (RIP), are pretty clear in my head. They are based on Dad. Sorry Dad I basically took the image of my father, circa 1982-1989, split into two extremes, and skewed them way evil, and there you have it. Fynch got the Dad’s clever, stop-at-nothing, lawbreaking, evil genius, criminal mastermind, psychotic look; Roland got Dad’s sheer massive brutality and twisted sense of humor… and I threw in his old ponytail too. I figured Dad was playing along subconsciously as he was writing them anyway… how else can you explain the puns?
I also styled Fynch to be a kind of anti-Max, I wanted them to have a similar height, build, ethnicity, even wardrobe. A relatively even matchup, should it come down to it.
Fynch is as real to me as my father or myself. I even saw him once, at our farmers market. I had just finished coloring the final page of Chapter 3 when there he was, clear as day, same wardrobe and haircut and everything, walking towards me… with a smiling little girl on his shoulders. Maybe there’s some good in him after all.