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SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder
Hellboy #1 Sins of the Father

Troll Market Brooklyn, New York


The sounds of the market outside seemed an almost blaring cacophony compared the home he was used to as different creatures spoke in their native tongues trying to buy and sell their various wares from God knows where. As Hellboy looked from the window above the market he couldn’t help but give a weak smile as seeing others like him living openly with no fear brought at least a little joy to him. As he took a deep drag of his Cuban cigar he turned back to his miniscule apartment the smile faded as he was reminded why he was there. Looking around seeing the parade of stray cats and research material littering the one bedroom apartment he walked back to his makeshift desk, which really only consisted of milk crates and plywood, he continued reading over the material Professor Broom left him. The Complete Cthulhu Mythos Tales with a hand written message inside the front cover,

’He was closer to the truth than anyone expected. Rasputin is close, don’t let him'.

It had been years since he had heard that name, at least the mid-90s, and he even went to Hell to make sure he had stayed there. Why was he the one that father was so worried about, and what did some racist paranoid delusional have to do with him? There were so many questions that he had if only he had been on better terms with him before he died. The thought of Broom brought back painful memories of Liz which he quickly had to dismiss or be lost in swell of sadness from their final meeting. Instead he returned to the book and began skimming through the pages hoping to find more clues his father left. After several hours, which included several cat breaks most of which involved one affectionately named Mr. Whiskers, Hellboy came across more hand written notes in a story named The History of the Necronomicon.

There were several mentions of the Blood God as well as several scribbled names that seemed like they were out of a bad horror novel, and then it hit him. Hellboy scrambled down stairs that led to Ellowyn's shop floor. The two entered into their strange agreement several weeks prior when Hellboy had saved the prior from a vampire robbery gone wrong which, needless to say, ended with the death of the attacker. Ellowyn was a gruff yet kindly elderly elf that looked nothing like the typical description of an elf. To say that the years had not been kind to him would be an understatement as he looked as if he had been in several battles and barely came back alive, his face covered in scars and gouges which left him with a blind eye and a hardly working good one. As Hellboy came bounding down the stairs with the energy of a kid at Christmas the old elf could only sigh as he turned the page of the book in front of him.

”Could you be in more of a hurry boy? I’m hoping you’ll be dead by next week so I can have my storeroom back.”

”In yer dreams ol' man I’ve got aplenty more years ta go before I croak,” He knew because the Angel of Death had predicted his death once, he still tries to avoid it.

”, say you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a book called the Necronomicon and it’s connection to a Blood God would ya?

The elf paused and slowly looked up from his book and eyed the demon questioningly,

”Now what business do you have with something so foul? Ain’t nothing good come from THAT save for damna..”

”Yeh, yeh, yeh damnation and sufferin' could ya just get to the connection before I clock ya one and find out my self?”

A brief surprised chuckle escaped from the elf as forgot a moment who he was dealing with. The day he saved him from that mugger Ellowyn knew exactly who Hellboy truly was and to be honest he was terrified of him. It was only after listening to him and hearing his story of what drive him here that he decided to befriend him. Closing the book he was reading and grabbing another from the shelf he mindlessly flipped pages until he got where he was looking for,

”There are several mentions of Blood Gods but none if them have and connections to that book. However, there was mention of a witch out of Britain that was said to have worshipped the Dragon of Revelation, and get this,” he said pointing at the spit in the book he was referencing, ”, And she would become known as the Queen of Witches or more commonly known as the Queen of Blood. While she ruled over witches other denizens of the night were rumored to pledge their fealty which included vampires who revered her as the God of Blood.”

As Ellowyn stared at Hellboy with a smug look of satisfaction the latter’s dull yellow eyes sparked with joy as this was the first solid lead he had had in weeks,

”Alright now were gettin' somewhere. What was her name?”

”Nimue.”
@Sep dud thanks so much that banner is perfect, trust the artist ma lol

@Lord Wraith I thought about Hellboy being a roaming character but I think I want him as a driving but I'll let you know soon
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
H E L L B O Y


A M 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
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”Okay, I know I said I wasn’t going to shake things up, but we’re going to have to get some pants on this one.”

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.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

Sins of the Father – An outlaw from those who he used to call family, Hellboy has taken to wandering the country doing the job he was raised to do. A last message left for him by his father leaves mention of Lovecraft’s works and a name from the past; Rasputin. Determined to see his father’s last clue all the way through and he is willing to fight through hell itself to do it.

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.
  • Roger the Homunculus – an agent of the BPRD. Roger was discovered by Hellboy and his team in Romania several years prior and is now a leader of the team that Hellboy led. While he and Hellboy had an amicable relationship, Roger’s dedication to his job has put the two at odds. Roger believes that when captured Hellboy will be reinducted to the organization, something that Hellboy knows better.
  • Abe Sapien – Hellboy’s closest friend, this fish-man helps Hellboy as much as possible within the BPRD. Sharing the same sentiment towards Professor Bruttenholm, Hellboy even looked at Abe like a brother and was crushed when he chose to stay.
  • Liz Sherman – the love of his life, Liz is an exceptionally talented pyrokenetic who has been the on again off again romance in his life. At the time of his defection Liz and Hellboy had an explosive confrontation regarding Broom and Manning’s cold and callous nature about the whole thing caused a split in their relationship. Now they have to face each other as enemies…something neither are prepared to do.

P O S T C A T A L O G:



@Rapid Reader Hellboy maybe coming down south for the first if his travels as I am debating on what is going to be his first monsters to take on lol
What character interpretation are you most excited to see?


Honestly I would have to say Bork's Blade and Mr. Freeze. Blade is another of my favorites and Freeze is my favorite villain of all time.

This is kinda a rough draft so definitely open to critiques and I may put in another minor plot.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
H E L L B O Y


A M 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
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”Okay, I know I said I wasn’t going to shake things up, but we’re going to have to get some pants on this one.”

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.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

Sins of the Father – An outlaw from those who he used to call family, Hellboy has taken to wandering the country doing the job he was raised to do. A last message left for him by his father leaves mention of Lovecraft’s works and a name from the past; Rasputin. Determined to see his father’s last clue all the way through and he is willing to fight through hell itself to do it.

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.
  • Roger the Homunculus – an agent of the BPRD. Roger was discovered by Hellboy and his team in Romania several years prior and is now a leader of the team that Hellboy led. While he and Hellboy had an amicable relationship, Roger’s dedication to his job has put the two at odds. Roger believes that when captured Hellboy will be reinducted to the organization, something that Hellboy knows better.
  • Abe Sapien – Hellboy’s closest friend, this fish-man helps Hellboy as much as possible within the BPRD. Sharing the same sentiment towards Professor Bruttenholm, Hellboy even looked at Abe like a brother and was crushed when he chose to stay.
  • Liz Sherman – the love of his life, Liz is an exceptionally talented pyrokenetic who has been the on again off again romance in his life. At the time of his defection Liz and Hellboy had an explosive confrontation regarding Broom and Manning’s cold and callous nature about the whole thing caused a split in their relationship. Now they have to face each other as enemies…something neither are prepared to do.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

A list linking to your IC posts as they’re created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.


I'll try out Hellboy if you guys will have me? I haven't written anything super hero in a while.
So it's getting rebooted then?
Is there still room or is this dead?

(Disclaimer: all conversation unless stated otherwise is in orcish)


A harsh blast of icy wind shot across the raiding party on their way back to their base camp after a successful trip. The dire boar mounts that carried them huffed across the frozen land with moderate pace sending trails of steam in their wake. At the head covered in boar hide layered in scraps if metal fashioned into armor rode their leader, a hobgoblin named Xagos. To the naked eye, Xagos appeared as nothing more than a bloodthirsty brute with snarling visage and foul temperament to match, when in reality he was much more. Within that sack of green flesh rested the soul of Jerry Slatts, and he was tired. Ever since he awoke in that body Xagos had constantly lived a life of struggle and war just to survive in this harsh world that he found himself in.

Life was hard, he knew war from his life before, but there was always respite and time to detach one self. Hobgoblins do not rest. Simply getting your meal from one day to the next is a fight and finally Xagos had had enough of it. As the group of ten to fifteen raiders made it back the mouth of the ancestral cave they were met by the sound and smell of a cave filled with orcs and hobgoblins. Handlers came and took their mounts to a sunken cavern that worked as a make shift stable and the conquering “heroes” were met with a mixture of praise and open challenges. Xagos, alone with his motley band, carried the spoils if their raid to Matron Bal’Dureth the leader of this cave and rumored to be the strongest orc in the southern Badlands. Aa they entered the antechamber the roar of hundreds of orcs and hobgoblins filled the high ceilinged room adorned with the skulls of fallen foes, spoils of war, and emaciated slaves running around doing their masters bidding. High stop her stone throne surrounded by eligible breeding males of both orc and hobgoblin sat Bal’Dureth, and fairly intimidating looking orc female; sitting roughly six feet with a massive rotund frame layered with muscle and fat, her trusty hunk of iron she called a sword by her side eating what seemed to be pig or some kind of white meat.

As her eyes made connection with the raiding party entering the room she called out in a might roar,

”AAH, MY RIGHT HAND HAS RETURNED BEARING OFFERINGS FOR THEIR MATRON! COME, BRING ME WHAT IS MINE AHAHAHHAHAA!!”

This was the moment that Xagos had been dreading since he entered the Badlands, the haul from the last raid yielded less than desired results. There were a few slaves but the other raiders ate them when the food supplies ran out. A few scraps off metal, some dried food stuffs, and other miscellaneous assorted supplies were laid at her feet as the other raiders slinked off as far as they could. All but Xagos, he stayed and looked her in the eyes. Bal’Dureth’s eyes narrowed at the paltry offering as she rose to her feet and stormed down into Xagos' personal space. She began roaring about the offering and how little they were able to bring her, but Xagos tuned her out as he slowly looked her over. When he was in the military the drill sergeants used to scare him in boot camp but war changes you, and this bloated war chief was nothing to him. The irritating drone if her voice was the only driving force he had for these months and he was just about at wits end with it all when suddenly, an opportunity arose. While staring into space a strong and sudden impact struck his face forcibly turning it, she had hit him for whatever reason she had, but that was Xagos last straw. In a flash he drew his axe from his hip and plunged it into leg nearly severing it at the thigh. As she lay there screaming in a mixture of pain and rage, Xagos slowly walked to her throne in silence and reached for her sword,

”I have listened to your useless gloating for too long now and WE are sick of it!”
The antechamber grew deathly quiet as all listened intently to what Xagos had to say. This was the first time in the clans history that a matriarch had been challenged or injured to such a degree and all were curious as to what was going to happen next,

”For too long we have suffered at the whims of your temper as you bring us to ruin and I will no longer stand for this,
He stood over her now dragging the hunk of iron behind him as the fear began to set in her eyes as her death approaches with the sound of scraping iron. If he was honest with himself Xagos had no idea what his plan was at this point, his whole assault on her was a knee jerk reaction. Everything thing after was everything but clear the one thing he was certain of, however, he was going to shut that annoying mouth of hers no matter what happened today.

”You are no longer our chief, I have taken everything from you because that’s what I do. I take from those who are weak, defenseless, and frail. I am a raider of the Black Fields and I want your throne,”
He turned now the crowd around him and challenged in a menacing roar,

”, What say you huh? Who dares challenge my claim?”

Silence. Complete and utter silence filled the room. As Xagos turned and faced his whimpering prey he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. There was still enough humanity in him to have compassion and that brought him peace but a message still had to be sent. SCHWIINNGG, SQUELCH. The slab of iron fell with a sickening thud as it finished what his axes had started. As she lay there screaming in pain Xagos leaned down and whispered into her ear,

”This leg is mine, I will hang it above my throne so all who see will know that I took it from you. I made you worthless as a fighter, a leader, and anything else that matters in this world. I. TOOK. IT. FROM. YOU. Leave my cave and never return or I will finish what I started her.

With his message sufficiently sent Xagos turned from the disgraced matriarch and pushed past the stunned crowd without another word. He had a long journey and was tired.

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