He looks like a demon, fights like a rogue, believes like a cleric, charms like a bard, and crusades like a paladin.
As we enter December and approach Christmas, a holiday with holy significance for me, I figured this was a good time to talk about one of my favourite comic characters.
A jolly, jovial fellow who cracks a good joke. An agile wall-crawler who performs daring feats of acrobatics to baffle opponents larger and tougher than he is. Yet for all that, a hero with a strong sense of decency and morals.
WHO APPEARS IN A BURST OF RUSHING AIR AND BRIMSTONE FROM AN UNEARTHLY DIMENSION, DARK AS MIDNIGHT AND EYES AGLOW LIKE THE MOON!
And if you think I made a mistake describing Spider-Man, YOU’RE WRONG. FOR I WASN’T DESCRIBING SPIDER-MAN.
For he is Nightcrawler. And he is the true BAMF.
A Bad Ass Mother…Friend. Because flirting aside, he’s the Fun Guy Mum Friend to contrast with Colossus being the Good Boy Mum Friend.
Where their original Digimon goes on an adventure with the Power Rangers and is revealed to be the third child of Darth Vader.
Every writer starts from somewhere. Nobody’s born a Tolkien, a Lewis, a Martin, or a Rowling. It’s a path that is born from a passion, a great interest, and a creative vision that we wish to breathe life into. All very fine, fanciful things to say.
The ACTUAL journey, on the other hand, tends to have a lot LESS dignity.