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.
Why not take the easy way out and make them your usual can of exposition and training?
Very few characters actually make it on their own. Even as loners, they had to learn from somewhere. They had to have a teacher, someone to actually teach them to acquire the skills and traits the author arbitrarily assigned to them.
Someone like a magical talking animal. Or a grizzled washed out wizard. Or the city streets themselves.