I had been using my alien wizards, the Wallfixers, as a “buffer” of easy characters to post when I didn’t have time to do better, but then I ran out. I could make up a few more such alien wizards to build the buffer up again, but instead I’m going to introduce the Efmon family.

Habark Efmon

The Efmon family are worshippers of Thalamaya, a vast an powerful godlike being. At their Oath-swearing Ritual, when they pledge their lives to the service of their master and the destruction of all others, they are transformed and given powers. When Habark was transformed she gained a metallic exoskeleton and a heat within that allowed her to start fires. She was still very young as she used this ability in battle, trying to burn the world in her master’s name. The Efmons and their allies very nearly won that battle, but did not. Once the tides turned, it turned hard. Habark herself was badly injured and dragged to safety by her family. Resting up, Habark joined her family in an exodus, leaving the world they lived in to find ways to serve Thalamaya elsewhere, though she longs to return to the realm she was born in and exact revenge on those who drove her away.

Wabatose Efmon

Wabatose is a standard dumb-but-strong guy. His Oath-swearing mutation granted him a massive two-headed form and superhuman strength. Wabatose was generally assigned to guard things that the Efmons felt might be under attack, such as castles or forts, and he proved himself quite effective against enemy armies. When the Efmons lost the war, he guarded the temple in which his family fled through an inter-dimensional portal. As one of the last to leave, Wabatose earned the respect of any of his surviving family members and has been made head of security at their new secret location.

Most of the time, a two headed character is depicted as having two minds. Not Wabatose. This is one consciousness with two heads. I just gotta be different.

Natalie Lincoln

A long time ago, someone pissed off some powerful supernatural entity. That entity put a curse on that man, one that his family would carry with them forever. The curse marked all who carried that man’s blood with a mystical sigil visible only to those skilled in the occult arts. It told them “Attack this person and you will be rewarded”. The supernatural being was good on its promise, any sorcerer or demon who killed a member of this family was granted whatever they could wish from the supernatural being. This meant the family was under constant attack from greedy mystics and monsters, but the family did not die. They were a hardy group, they were survivors. If anything, this curse has made them stronger. The members who survived to procreate were those most skilled in fighting supernatural threats, and they passed their skills on so that, in the modern day, the family is the source of the world’s most skilled supernatural-fighters.

Natalie Lincoln is one of that man’s descendants. She was fighting off wizards by the time she was nine and survived her first ghost attack at twelve. She now possesses a magic boxing glove that deals special damage to mystical threats. The occasional idiot still makes an attempt on her life, but Natalie finds it little more than a minor annoyance.

One of Natalie’s cousins in the Lincoln family has already appeared in a PDR work. A handful of others are out there, so maybe I’ll squeeze another one in before Supernatural year is over.

Heldimor

The besieged city of Mendonia was the setting of a climactic battle against an army of evil dark gods and monsters that had rampaged across the land. from all over the world had fallen. All seemed lost until Heldimor’s arrived with the weapons and armor of his ancestor Lodimor and leading an army of enemy prisoners that he had freed. Heldimor had found a potion that turned the prisoners into mindless slaves, who only acted at his command. This rush of unexpected reinforcements was just what the good guys needed. They drove off the enemies at last and the world was safer than it had been for generations. Heldimor was, of course, regarded as a hero. For a time anyway. Eventually it was realized that the army of prisoners was stuck in that state, just a mindless army that answered only to Heldimor. It allowed Heldimor to build himself a castle with an incredible staff of servants, but other people started to wonder if it wasn’t a horrible thing. Heldimor had enslaved living beings, even if they had once been enemies. Tension grew between Heldimor, who now also had a number of non-mindless followers, and the Mendonian government who appreciated what he had done, but saw problems with what he was doing. Eventually Heldimor withdrew, keeping to his own small realm not far from the city he had once saved. There, it is said, he begins to feel angry toward those he feels have rejected him and now the Mendonians worry if there isn’t a new evil army that will someday sweep in to conquer.

This is me starting to fill out my fantasy universe. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve got a ton of characters for this among my notes, but for some reason I still haven’t dipped into those. Heldimor, like Weggles before him, is just someone I made up on the spot. Digging notes out of a filing cabinet is so much work, after all.

Prime Painter

Though born as an ordinary human, called Jericho, the man now called the Prime Painter was favored by the Space-God of Creation known as Genitor. So impressed with Jericho’s devotion to creating works or art, Genitor decided to grant him with a mystical paintbrush that allows him to alter reality.

Always having hoped to improve the world with his art, Jericho began to use his new powers for the greater good. Though he originally tried to fight against poverty, disease, and world hunger, the Space God of Hopelessness caught wind of his actions and began to actively oppose him. Since then, Jericho has been publicly seen as a sort of superhero who has had to spend a large amount of his time reacting as the Monsters of Despair work to make the world look terrible. Jericho is saddened that his efforts are hampered by this “supervillain” nonsense, but what can he do but keep fighting?

Weggles

Weggles was born deformed in a harsh world during a great battle between good and evil forces. His parents were both killed in war within a week of his birth. The odds were very good that the infant Weggles would not survive long. The only reason that baby did not starve to death in his bed was the arrival of the Old Sage, who knows that anyone can be useful, deformed or not. The Sage took Weggles to some of his allies, who raised him, and whenever possible the Sage would return to instruct young Weggles in all manner of obscure knowledge. As Weggles now approaches adulthood, he is leaving home for the first time to work at a newly formed school to help other children across the war-ravaged realm accomplish their potential.

It’s worth noting: I’ve got a whole lot of notes dating back to the same era as my superhero notes that are about a vast fantasy world. It occurred to me that I ought to dig into those for Supernatural Sundays, since a fantasy world should surely count as supernatural. I’ve got enough characters in those notes to keep me going until the end of this year’s theme even without thinking up new ideas (not that I intend to do that).