Twinklyn

Uncertainty. Is a particle in one place or another? Both at the same time? There’s no way to know. Reality is a trickster. As with most concepts, there is a Space God to embody Uncertainty. Twinklyn is the trickster of the Astrolympians. He has a thing for preventing people from knowing things hat could help them, usually with the intention of causing chaos on a broader scale. He only tends to associate with his Space God family when there’s a chance for some mischief.

I kinda threw this one together to prove to myself that I can still expand on specific elements from the Superhero/villain years. Twinklyn here is the Astrolympian equivalent to chaos gods like Eris, but filtered through the omnipotent alien type, like Mxyzptlk or the Great Gazoo. Unlike those guys, though, I envision Twinklyn being extremely dour, taking his job extremely seriously. I just want to be different, I guess.

Hatwearer

Sometimes, when someone is alone at night, they might see a figure off in the distance. In the darkness, it is impossible to make out any features, except for the hat. The figure is always described as wearing a hat. Often the experience lasts for hours, in some cases it has even happened over recurring nights, but it always ends the same way: The person who saw the Hatwearer is found eviscerated.

It seems likely that the Hatwearer has been active for centuries, but it is only in recent times, with the advances in technology like texting, that has allowed the victims to get the word out about what they see.

Hatwearer is my attempt at creating a monster in the style of the Internet horror stories that are, regretably, called Creepypasta. He’s a pretty generic monster (which is actually quite appropriate for the genre), but I could find a use for him someday.

The Order of Wallfixers is a multiverse-spanning group of alien wizards. Every now and then, a sort of glitch occurs and a sentient being is born with an inherent mystical power to travel between universes. It’s extremely rare, but in the infinite expanses of countless universes, rare things happen more often than one might suppose. Here’s some of them:

Lupplol

Lupplol was an ordinary kid growing up in the seas of the Pllvm homeworld. It seemed likely that he’d go into the family business, herding foodfish, but he always wanted something more. But suddenly, a dark force appeared in the local oceans: a dark force from Beyond Space and Time! Leeching off the life-energies of the Pllvm, a daemonic monster began to materialize, an army of warped Pllvm serving as its minions. Lupplol’s family was among those converted. The boy’s life was ruined, until a strange visitor, also from another world, came and showed Lupplol the vast power within him. Using his new-found magical ability, the boy banished the dark force, ended its threat to his world, and took his place among the Wallfixers.

Noado Buk

Noado Buk was trained by Dryon Veha, one of the most powerful Wallfixers of all time, but Noado’s sights were never set as high as Veha’s. While Veha thinks of things in the large scale, combatting threats that a mortal mind can scarcely comprehend, Noado prefers to help individuals on a smaller level. At first there was contention between mentor and protoge, talk of squandered potential, but Noado argued that making things better on the small scale would add up to things being better on a larger scale. Veha was satisfied and now Noadu wanders the cosmos doing good wherever he can.

Okay, I hadn’t hoped to get into these guys so quickly, because the Wallfixers are my “buffer” characters for Supernatural Sunday year. They’re easy to make up and I can post a couple whenever I have had a week in which I couldn’t get something better done. This was such a week, so here are some of them.

One thing that always bothers me in stories about multiple universes in peril, especially in comics, is how human-centric everything is. In comics any such story (in which the universes are explicitly called Alternate Earths) and the fate of these universes always falls in the hands of the human heroes. I’m sick of anthropocentric bias and I’m going to fight it as much as possible. That’s what the Wallfixers are about. If there are any humans in the group, they’re an extreme minority. Both of today’s Wallfixers are aliens from aquatic worlds (one of those worlds we have seen before) because not breathing air separates them from humanity even more.

We’ll see more of these guys eventually, but hopefully not too soon.

They’re still going. They just keep going…

Halloween is technically over, but I’m still in the spirit, so this week I’ll continue the Halloweeny-type characters:

Skeleterror King

Foremost among the Hated Dead is their King. A lost soul so reviled he was banished from any proper afterlife to the Cosmic Ossuary, the Skeleterror King, in the form of a nine-foot-tall skeleton made up of Cosmic Energy, wants nothing more than to lash out at the living. With nothing else to occupy his mind, an army of several thousand like-minded servants, and a deathless eternity to scheme, it is only a matter of time before the Skeleterror Horde reaches the Earth, and begin their grisly slaughter.

I have to admit that a stronger way to go about this bit probably would have been to make a generic post about the Skeleterrors as a group, but I’ve kind of gotten myself into thing where I am enjoying designing individual characters. Anyway, I think skeletons don’t get the respect they deserve as far as monsters go. I’m going a strange cosmic direction here, but I’d love to see regular skeletons show up more often. They could easily take some of the roles that poor overtaxed zombies are getting stuck with. Surely, as fun as shooting a zombie must be, there would be some satisfaction in the crunch of bones being shattered in a video game?

Vertigoat

There is a goat, a seemingly ordinary goat, that wanders the country as it pleases. It belongs to no human. If any human should even come close enough to make it uncomfortable, the goat unleashes its power on them and the humans are rendered dizzy, nauseous, and often fall unconscious. Where did a goat come by such a power? If the goat knows, it isn’t telling anyone. All it is doing is spreading chaos as it wanders through our cities knocking people out as it goes, causing accidents and death in its wake. Who, oh who can save us from the Vertigoat?

You may say goats aren’t a particularly Halloween-themed creature. Yeah well. Okay, good point. Well, there he is anyway. I don’t have to care.