Atmosoldier

In preparation for a desired attack on an alien world, a pseudo-military force needed an ideal soldier for that invasion. Fortunately, with the proper resources, such a soldier can be built. Using cutting edge technology this group converted a unit of hired troops into a genetically modified fighting force suited to an alient atmosphere.

They still lost the invasion, though. The beings on the alien world were more advanced than expected and the modified troops were massacred. The aliens then sent a single representative to Earth and the entire pseudo-military complex was brought to its knees. In the end, through sheer dumb luck, only Wilma Clarke remained.

Left in the smoldering remains of her employer and now modified to exist in an environment other than that of her homeworld, the Atmosoldier had few options. Using what remained of her military resources, Wilma turned to crime to keep herself alive (and, in some way, to work through the trauma she had witnessed). Whether robbing a bank or working as a villain-for-hire, Atmosoldier puts her earnings to use getting access to the chemicals she needs just to breathe.

The Corruptor

In the beginning there was nothing. Then things started to happen. This was a chaotic time, a frothing roil from which all manner of strange wild things came and went in unformed time that made them brief and eternal. But then solidity. Universes established laws of physics that held them together, preventing the chaotic things from maintaining a foothold. Some of the chaotic things liked it better the old way. One of the old dark things wants things to go back as they were. The only way to do that is break down the physics of the solid universes and return them to the fluidic chaos of old.

This evil intelligence from the void beyond time has reached into the universe and possessed a young human host. This host, in constant pain, can only find relief in furthering the plans of the intelligence. Almost apologetically the host enacts schemes, encouraging politicians or other people with power to cause suffering among the larger population. This suffering powers the strange mystic machinery which could destroy the universe. So far, the only thing preventing the Corruptor’s success is the tireless efforts of the Green Camera, whose camera can locate the Corruptor’s plots before it is too late..

The Hateful King

The one now known as the Hateful King was conceived during a tryst between an immortal magic user and a demon meeting in a spiritual plane. The future King’s mother was a messenger demon, a go-between between earthly wizards and a powerful demon, the Fear Fomenter. Born and raised in the demon realm, he was put into service of the Fear Fomenter, fighting against other demons who tried to muscle in on his turf, though the other demons mocked him for his partial corporeality. In his thirtieth year, the Fear Fomenter traded him to a human wizard. He was on Earth for the first time as a slave and being forced to build a castle alone, by hand. Doing this, he grew strong, and watching his master, he learned magic. After years of slavery, he was powerful enough to overthrow his wizard master. And after that he opened a rift to the demon realm and killed the Fear Fomenter. Claiming the castle as his own, the Hateful King now had an army made up of the remnants of the wizard’s goblin hordes and a fear demon mob. He looked at the world around him and decided, he would take it for his own.

The sharp-eyed among you may notice that this guy is in color. I’ve been toying with coloring some of my previous Super Sunday sketched and, while I don’t know how to make it look less messy, some of the results please me. I guess from time to time when I feel like it, I’ll throw a color sketch up on here. Why did this guy deserve to be the first with color? Well, as of this writing, I think there is no story I’d rather be writing than the story of the war against the Hateful King. If I had an artist who wanted to work with me, this is the first idea I’d pitch right now.

Zglarxon

A walking mass of space matter that resembles a color-inverted starry sky, Zglarxon is not from around here. Spawned in some anomaly deep in space, Zglarxon has come to Earth with an apparent mission, though its nature is not understandable to us mere mortals. Often it appears to steal rare elements and using them in constructing strange machinery, often in places that cause trouble for humanity (it seems to prefer building its structures on city streets). If it completes its machine, it will often leave. If the machine’s operation is impeded, it will attack.

Given the “inverted starry sky” description I gave above, Zglarxon is practically colored as well. Hooray. As a mysterious space-thing with unknowable motives, Zglarxon is a counterpart of the Orbzoid. What makes Zglarxon a bad guy and Orbzoid a good guy? The Orbzoid seems to help people on occasion, but Zglarxon barely notices their presence, uncaring as it causes harm to achieve whatever it is trying to achieve. And if someone stands between Zglarxon and his goals, Zglarxon will become extremely violent.

The Besuited Beast

Governments are obsolete. Corporations rule the world now. If you want power, business is the route to take. But watch out, there are already those who have power in the world of commerce, and they don’t love competition.

The Besuited Beast works through proxy corporations and anonymous holding firms, but rumors of his existence have spread. People aren’t sure if he’s some sort of demon bent on acquiring wealth and power or simply a deformed businessman, but his penchant for hostile takeovers has made his intentions clear: complete domination of the business landscape. Those whose businesses are at stake might want to know more about there opponent, but who could investigate such a mystery? The Panda Detective, of course.

It’s inevitable that I’m going to write some corporate-type villainy every now and then, given my beliefs. That said, I’d try to be even-handed and not make literal monsters out of them. Except this time, I guess. I’ve got to have one.

The Burglaroid

Treasured things are kept behind closed doors and in locked boxes, which makes them a tempting challenge to a being who likes nothing more than to violate secret locations. From a mystical otherworldly dimension, the Burglaroid comes to Earth with no other purpose than petty theft. To him, the monetary value of an item is meaningless, but the sentimentality of the item is what is enticing. Most importantly, if someone is worried about an item being stolen and makes an effort to protect it, that is an item the Burglaroid will want.

But when a creepy freakish being sneaks into your house in the middle of the night and takes only some trinkets that only matter to you, who can you call? The police wouldn’t care even if they did believe you. Who could investigate such a mystery? The Panda Detective, of course.

I don’t know what my fascination is with using the -oid suffix for names on my Super Sunday thing here. I’ve got Conjuroid, Horribloid, Orbzoid. I had to cut myself off from doing it during the hero portion, but I figure that since I hadn’t done one for a villain yet, it was fair game.

Why two villains for the Panda Detective in one week? Why not? They just seemed to fit.

(Guest Coloring by my friend @sanityormadness)

Mr. Slime

While making an attempted robbery of a chemical plant’s payroll office, Deke Sleeman happened to be spotted by a particularly bitter security guard. The guard chased the crook, who fell over a safety railing into a vat of toxic waste. Sleeman seemed to dissolve, and the company decided it would be best to keep the authorities in the dark about what had happened. No need to draw unwanted attention. A few weeks later, a mass of ooze pulled itself out of the vat of chemicals and attacked the security guard, leaving him dead.

In time, Sleeman was able to pull himself into a shape resembling his former human self. He now had the ability to transform himself into slime, simply ooze or deadly acidic, and he was noticed by the owner of the chemical plant. He could use a man of those unique talents for certain unconventional jobs. Sleeman was willing.

I drew Mr. Slime one time years ago, at work I think, and just left him among my notes. I liked the idea and the look, a pretty conventional villain I thought, so it seems perfect to break him out now. I think that Mr. Slime could do double duty in my superhero universes, fighting regular superheroes like the Beam as a crook following the Hydro-Man archetype, but also he would be on the team of pollution-themed villains who fight CommandOak. Let’s get the most out of our slime guy.

Krygax the Killer

Krygax was created by the mystical Night Fellows to serve as their perfect killing machine. They did a good job with creating a killer, but were not as careful as they should have been with creating a loyal servant. Krygax will serve the Night Fellows as long as it allows him to kill, but given any bit of freedom and any bit of boredom and he will find new victims of his own choosing. The Night Fellows, worshippers of a demon called Karaksus the Uncontrollable, are now, ironically, burdened by an uncontrollable minion. Still, no matter how hard it is to wrangle the mystical assassin, he is useful as a weapon against the Night Fellows’ sworn enemy, Skullserpent.

Like Mr. Slime, a sketch of this character has been in my filing cabinet for years. The difference here is that, as far as I know now, I had no idea of who he was when I drew him. I certainly never gave him a name or any kind of backstory. He was just a doodle. But now he’s a guy on my website thing. No idea gets left behind.

Boggles

James Adam Kendall was not a good person. As a boy he had killed animals and hurt other children. Though nobody ever suspected, he was also responsible for his grandfather’s fatal fall down a flight of stairs. His fascination with killing came to its peak when Kendall was nearing sixteen. Threatened with expulsion from high school, Kendall was happy to go, but couldn’t bring himself to do it without lashing out one final time. Dressing in a mascot costume and attending a football game, Kendall planted explosives beneath the bleachers. Dozens were killed and Kendall, still in the costume, opened fire on the first responders. He would have escaped if a dying police officer hadn’t gotten off a shot and fatally wounded the teenage monster. Unfortunately, the story did not end there. Kendall died in a location of weakened space-time, through which a demonic being witnessed his actions and liked what he saw. The entity offered the dying boy a chance to serve as an earthly servant. Kendall had no problems killing in the name of this otherworldly intelligence and rose again in the monstrous form of Boggles.

Boggles would work as an enemy for Demonoclast, why not?

Stoneholder

The Cosmic Ossuary Wall has been shattered. The dividing line between the Realm of the Hated Dead and our living realm has a hole. Obviously that causes some problems, Skeleterrors can reach the Earth. But other, less obvious problems spring from this as well. The remains of the Wall have been scattered through the Cosmos, and one of them has come into the possession of Curt Shears, petty crook. Shears was on the run when a mysterious stone fell from the sky and crashed to the ground near him. He picked it up, planning to throw it at his pursuers, but when he felt the energy that the stone gave off, he held onto it. Soon he discovered that, as long as he held the mystical stone, he could emit waves of pure force and create forcefields. Shears had no problem escaping police then, but he was still not criminal mastermind material. Perhaps not living up to the potential the stone could grant him, he offers his services as hired muscle to better supervillains.

Stoneholder is a sketch that I looked at and I thought: “What?” I had no idea where I was going with this. A guy holding a glowing rock. “Well, that rock must be significant,” I thought. “And his name on his shirt makes me think of old-school Batman henchmen.” So I threw that into the blender and served up the results.