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H E L L B O Y
A N U N G U N R A M A ♦ O C C U L T H U N T E R ♦ T R A V E L I N G ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
”Haven't I killed you already."
For this version of Hellboy I don't want him to be attached to the BPRD, able to explore his own story without being held back because of government blowback. With no government to him back, the entire world of mythology and occult stories will be open to explore. While I love the character itself Hellboy gives me the opportunity to explore different stories from the occult and myths from around the world. I intend to start with the classic versions of monsters (vampires, werewolves and the like) while eventually moving into more obscure stories such as yokai, German myths and of course good ol' Cthulu.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
To put it simply Hellboy is going to be hunted and haunted. This version I have in mind is some years after the death of Professor Bruttenholm and his subsequent defection from the BPRD. The now Chief Manning is finally able to hunt down the biggest threat to humanity. Now being the hunted instead of the hunter Hellboy has do deal with not having the government backing he used to, but his once comrades are now hunting him.
While all this is hitting the proverbial fan, Hellboy is also dealing with the loss of his adoptive father. Professor Broom was the only person who saw the potential for good in him and strove for him to be treated as a normal human child. His unconditional and unfailing love is what made him the man he is today. With his death this
teetering vilgiante will now live with the fact that he couldn't save his father.
It's these two components that I want to explore. To discover the emotions that someone in these conditions would feel.
While all this is hitting the proverbial fan, Hellboy is also dealing with the loss of his adoptive father. Professor Broom was the only person who saw the potential for good in him and strove for him to be treated as a normal human child. His unconditional and unfailing love is what made him the man he is today. With his death this
teetering vilgiante will now live with the fact that he couldn't save his father.
It's these two components that I want to explore. To discover the emotions that someone in these conditions would feel.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Director Tom Manning - the current director of the BPRD. Manning has never liked or trusted Hellboy and with his defection from the organization he has turned him into public enemy number one. A stuffy bureaucratic type, Manning has never been outside of an office and frequently over looks the work of field agents, especially non-human agents.
S A M P L E P O S T:
A F A T H E R ' S L O V E
C H A P T E R 2: T H E M Y S T E R Y D E E P E N S
November 12th, 2017 - 19:05 | Troll Market - Brooklyn Bridge, New York
The Troll Market was a bit more than he was expecting, the sights
and sounds were just about more than he was expecting. Creatures
that were only heard of in fairy tales permeated the crowded area as
the shrill clicks and whistles of other languages assaulted his
ears. What struck Hellboy the most, however, was
the fact that no one looked at him disdain or fear or hatred. It was
as if they simply expected him to be among them a feeling that
almost made him uneasy to think on. Humans simply run in fear or
believe him to be some sort of, if not the actual Devil. The
screeching uttering of the goblin language interrupted his thoughts
as Hellboy gathered his mind on the task at
had...now where was that book store?
and sounds were just about more than he was expecting. Creatures
that were only heard of in fairy tales permeated the crowded area as
the shrill clicks and whistles of other languages assaulted his
ears. What struck Hellboy the most, however, was
the fact that no one looked at him disdain or fear or hatred. It was
as if they simply expected him to be among them a feeling that
almost made him uneasy to think on. Humans simply run in fear or
believe him to be some sort of, if not the actual Devil. The
screeching uttering of the goblin language interrupted his thoughts
as Hellboy gathered his mind on the task at
had...now where was that book store?
5 6 Y E A R S E A R L I E R
December 14tH, 1961- 08:19 | Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense (Chapel) New Jersey
Of all the things that had been built in this dark underground hole
this chapel was the one thing that Father insisted be built within
this concrete prison. He said that if we were to fight evil then we
must have the presence of God in everything that we do. At the
moment there were only Father and himself sitting down going through
the daily prayers Hellboy looked up at the figure
of the hanging Jesus and couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy about it. He had seen the way the soldiers looked at him whenever they so happened to catch a glance or hear the things they would say about him. He must have been too long out of prayer when the stern but gentle voice of Father scolded him,
"Hellboy, God is not one have His prayers unfinshed. Why have you stopped?"
The pause quickly became long and uncomfortable asHellboy slowly turned to his father,
"Father, am I the Devil?"
The genuine shock on Professor Brooms face actually caught him by surprise. One would think that having a child that looked like he did would raise the question a bit sooner than it did with the professor.
"No Hellboy, you are not the Devil! Who on earth would put such a terrible thought in your head?
"I see the way the soldiers look at me and I can hear they say. They think that I am some sort of monster...I didn't do anything to them. Why do they hate me?"
As hard as he tried to stop them tears began streaming down the crimson childs face and a sob built itself from a whimper as Professor Broom quickly embraced his ward in a tight hug.
"Hellboy people hate what they do not understand and fear what cannot be explained. We all have the choice to be the boogeyman in the scary stories, but if you truly believe yourself to be good then you let your actions make them see. All you need to concern yourself with is that God has a plan and purpose for you and that I love you very much my son."
Hearing the Professor call him his son was the last straw, as Hellboy broke down into uncontrollable sobbing. He never missed a service after that day...taking what his father said to heart. God must have a plan...he simply must.
this chapel was the one thing that Father insisted be built within
this concrete prison. He said that if we were to fight evil then we
must have the presence of God in everything that we do. At the
moment there were only Father and himself sitting down going through
the daily prayers Hellboy looked up at the figure
of the hanging Jesus and couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy about it. He had seen the way the soldiers looked at him whenever they so happened to catch a glance or hear the things they would say about him. He must have been too long out of prayer when the stern but gentle voice of Father scolded him,
"Hellboy, God is not one have His prayers unfinshed. Why have you stopped?"
The pause quickly became long and uncomfortable asHellboy slowly turned to his father,
"Father, am I the Devil?"
The genuine shock on Professor Brooms face actually caught him by surprise. One would think that having a child that looked like he did would raise the question a bit sooner than it did with the professor.
"No Hellboy, you are not the Devil! Who on earth would put such a terrible thought in your head?
"I see the way the soldiers look at me and I can hear they say. They think that I am some sort of monster...I didn't do anything to them. Why do they hate me?"
As hard as he tried to stop them tears began streaming down the crimson childs face and a sob built itself from a whimper as Professor Broom quickly embraced his ward in a tight hug.
"Hellboy people hate what they do not understand and fear what cannot be explained. We all have the choice to be the boogeyman in the scary stories, but if you truly believe yourself to be good then you let your actions make them see. All you need to concern yourself with is that God has a plan and purpose for you and that I love you very much my son."
Hearing the Professor call him his son was the last straw, as Hellboy broke down into uncontrollable sobbing. He never missed a service after that day...taking what his father said to heart. God must have a plan...he simply must.
P R E S E N T
November 12tH, 2017- 19:20 |Ellowyn's Tomes - Troll Market, New York
It took him longer than he would have like but he found the place. The store front looked ramshackled and disheveled and it didn't seem like a place that one would find what he is looking for. A small bell atop the door lightly rung as his massive stone hand pushed opened the door. An elderly elven man stepped from the back room and he stopped for a moment taking in the odd sight of his odd looking customer.
"Welcome to Ellowyn's Tome is there something that I can help you with?
"Yeh, I'm lookin' for a certain book. I hear your tha' man to talk to 'bout books."
A slightly raised eyebrow over wrinkled skin showed questioning mentality,
"Well I do run a shop dedicated to tomes?
"Ever heard about the Ogdru Hem?"
P O S T C A T L O G:
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