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.

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.

‘Tis the Halloween season, which is quite beneficial for my new Supernatural Sunday. Here’s some moster type folks:

Vic Santos

A gangster from the golden age of organized crime, Vic Santos was shot, execution-style by his own crew when they had decided that he was too much of a risk to work with. His body was left in the foundation of an apartment that was being built, and Vic was soon forgotten.

Nearly a century later, some jerkass teenagers who live in the apartment building perform a mystic ritual as a party game that brings new life into the gangster’s corpse. The newly awakened Vic, still bitter about the betrayal by those he once considered his friends, lashes out by killing the kids, one by one, intent on using their mystic ritual to raise them as skeletons to make a new mob loyal to him.

Vic Santos is basically my attempt to create a supernatural slasher horror villain. One from the supernatural-guy-with-a-personality, like Freddy Krueger, rather than the mute Jason Voorhees variety. Vic would probably make terrible jokes after his kills (and also probably talk in outdated slang). One of the teenagers will undoubtedly be able to make him return to death, but he’ll always find a way to come back, over and over again.

Yellow Werewolf

Traditionally, if you are bitten or scratched by a werewolf, you are cursed to become a werewolf yourself. The Yellow Werewolf is somewhat different. If it bites or scratches you, but does not kill you, you are cursed to become the Yellow Werewolf. The same one. The Yellow Werewolf is a persistent intelligence that transfers from victim to victim, more like a demonic possession than your average werewolf, but it can only be active during the full moon, so it has to be extremely cunning, much less bestial, if it wants to survive.

I jokingly made up the name “The Yellow Werewolf” in another character’s write-up and, never one to let something go, when I decided I wanted to do some Halloweeny characters I remembered that and decided to just go for it. To date, this is now only the second Super Sunday character I have made whose name starts with the letter Y.

Okay, as I got tired of sketching Superheroes and Supervillains I wondered what kind of characters I could sketch next to continue my Super Sundays. Well, if I’m going to go on fleshing out the Universes I have begun, I figured they would need a lot of just strange and supernatural creatures. So today I begin Supernatural Sundays with a couple of real weirdos.

The Unwelcome

The Unwelcome is not from here. The Unwelcome does not belong here. It is not from the ocean, or the desert, or the forests. It is not supposed to be on this planet.

The Unwelcome is not human. The Unwelcome is not nice to humans. It has not been seen by almost all humans. The few humans who have seen it can not tell what they saw. They know what they didn’t see (a bear, a shark, a tree, a lamp, and so on), but their human minds can not fathom what they did see. Did they see anything?

There are, of course, also those humans who see the Unwelcome but don’t have a chance to remember. The Uwelcome does not leave its victims in one piece.

Okay, I drew this sketch during my Supervillains year, but didn’t know what it was about. In the end, when I decided that a more general “Supernatural” Sunday was next, I decided to save it for that. I figure it is a monster from another dimension that blends into humanity by making us utterly incapable of knowing anything about it.

The Tonguecatcher

Floating through the night as silent as a balloon, the Tonguecatcher peers through windows at the sleeping populace. If it happens to come across some sleeper with their mouth open, their tongue exposed, the Tonguecatcher will open windows, shake the sleeper awake, grab their tongue and pull. Once it has the tongue separated from the victim (it doesn’t seem to care one way or another if the victim lives or not), it flies off into the distance, though nobody knows where it goes, or what it does with the tongues it has taken.

The idea of a silent being floating around and looking in windows for someone to attack is, I think, generally pretty creepy. That sort of invasion of the place where you are sleeping has got to have been one of the first terrors that humanity dealt with. I always considered the Cacodemons from Doom to be a personal favorite, so I drew some inspiration from that.

Last week I made a supporting cast for Valia, who is a character I sketched with little thought, but she then caught my imagination and grew. This week, though, I’m doing a cast for a character who came to me fully formed. I knew right from the beginning I wanted to tell the story that involves the Hateful King.

King Balus

The king of Thrakodacia, Balus is a very good guy. For his entire adult life Balus has ruled his country in politics, but also kept a secret from the rest of the world: his country has been at war with a demonic sorcerer called the Hateful King. Even now, in the Twenty-First Century, Thrakodacia is a scene of swordfights, monsters, flying carpets, and fantastic adventure. But this has been a drain on the good king. He’s getting tired of the battle and wants to end it once and for all, but will this cause a slip-up that could be his undoing?

Balus is unapologetically intended to basically be a Disney prince. He’s generically good and handsome, the perfect opponent for someone as bad as the Hateful King. He’s even got a cute pet bat that is unusually intelligent.

Lendela

Lendela is a sorceress ostensibly serving King Balus. She tends to come and go as she pleases and, of course, is absolutely cryptic about everything, but she has Thrakodacia’s best interests in mind, she assures everyone. It is largely through her efforts that the situation in Thrakodacia has not spread to the outside world, and it is true that she has long been training the country’s forces to fight the various supernatural entities. But still, she tends to come and go as she pleases and is absolutely cryptic about everything. But nobody knows where she goes and why she won’t just reveal whats he knows.

Lendela is the Merlin figure of this story. There’s a period in the evolution of the King Arthur legend during which Merlin was a sort of hybrid between Christianity and paganism that I would try to recreate with her. She’s strongly affiliated with the Orthodox Church of Thrakodacia, but she’s also into some other things that Balus and friends might find very unwholesome.

Prince Gravefiller

The Hateful King’s ultimate goal, naturally, is world domination. Obviously one person would have a rough time ruling the entire planet, so he wanted to start a family that would rule with him. He married another demon/human hybrid and, though the marriage did not last, it did lead to the birth of one child. Anticipating a great and violent future for his son, the King named him Gravefiller. Though he was not exactly pleased that the boy turned out so small, he never lost his hope that the Prince Gravefiller would be a fierce warrior and trained him endlessly in the ways of battle. As a teenager, the boy ran away from home.

After living in the wilderness for some time, the boy was found by King Balus’s men and brought to live with them. In this new home he found people who cared about him for things other than his potential as a fighter, and as a result, he was much more willing to fight. Joining the good guys in the fight against his father, Gravefiller is a fierce warrior after all.

I drew this guy and it wasn’t until I was coloring him that I realized he was basically a rip-off Etrigan. Oh well. Different skin color and background means it isn’t a ripoff, it’s an coincidental homage. Anyway, Gravefiller has a magic ring that can control fire.

The Bludgeon

Another red-skinned freak, the seven-foot-tall monster of a man has served the Hateful King for a long time, in a lot of battles, and has the scars to prove it. While the Hateful King is not a weakling by any means, it is right for a king to have soldiers, and the Bludgeon is the strongest and most loyal. The Bludgeon earned his title by surrendering himself fully to the King, becoming more a weapon and a tool than a person. He wants nothing more than to serve.

I have a great many more character ideas for this particular story and I hope to get them on here someday, but for now this will do and we’ll be back to the two characters a week after this, with the next approximate year’s theme.