Conan The Barbarian: From Übermensch to The Knight of The Faith.

Conan The Barbarian in both Film and Books is seen as a Nietzschean fantasy that declares that God is Dead and we must rely on ourselves. But after my own personal soul searching to strengthen my own Catholic Faith and looking up the works of Christian existentialist Soren Kierkegaard, I’ve come to see that Conan the Barbarian, weather intentional or not, is a story that starts with the philosophy of the Nietzsche but transforms with its titular protagonist to the philosophy of Kierkegaard(though its done in a morally crude manner), which then a true and authentic religion blooms. Just as God did with the primal faith of Abraham to grow and evolve into the True Religion, The True Myth, as all things he creates grow and transform under his guidance.

Experience comes first, and then from that experience is doctrine born, as experience makes sense of doctrine.

“How so?” You ask.

One simple answer, or should I say name, Crom

Crom is the chief God and supreme deity of the Conan universe worshiped by Conan’s people, The Cimmerians. Though the way he is worshiped is a lot how Soren Kierkegaard describes how one becomes a Christian, not by doctrine, but rather an experience. Soren often used examples of Abraham and Mary and finally Jesus Christ himself.

Crom rarely intervenes, taking the role of an ancient monarch. He neither wants sacrifices of animals or temples, those are for the other gods who serve him. Rather, he gives his followers a will and courage, and then they must fight in combat to feel what he feels, and then when that experience builds up to a battle with no certainty of winning, they must pray to him for courage. Then with victory, can a warrior’s newfound faith make sense of all things.

This is not too uncommon with Soren’s idea of “The Leap of Faith” which is accepting the faith outside of reason when it feels like there’s a dead end. The only thing I disagree with, is that’s where it ends. Christians, especially Catholics, Eastern Orthodox, and Mainline Protestants in general need to take a leap of faith so they can understand their religion better. Once you do, you feel God and soon everything falls into place.

The Leap of Faith is something I would call…organic

So lets now look at the film

Conan’s village and parents worship Crom through their work, blacksmithing in particular. After Thulsa Doom and his followers raid the village and slaughter Conan’s family, he is sold off as a slave. Here as we see him grow as a slave and a gladiator, he follows Nietzsche which gets him pretty far as he becomes an Übermensch. But soon the movie shows something that I myself had theorized after reading bits of Soren.

If the Übermensch and the Eternal Recurrence do exist, they are the end of the first chapter, not the end of the story. They are but a crude accumulation of natural theology.

Conan grows bored of his savage and lecherous ways and decides to hunt down the man who killed his family and as he does, he slowly starts to restrain and reserve his primal traits. Soon he makes a friend of a thief named Subotai and learns to trust, then he finds a woman named Valeria who after looting a temple of Doom’s cult learns to love(though in a way not approved in my faith), then after being essentially hired by the King to reclaim his daughter from Doom, are sen’t off to the wilderness where finally Conan meets an old wizard name Akiro and learns wisdom.

But he foolishly goes off alone again to infiltrate the gnostic-like cult that Doom leads. Here he is captured and brought before Doom where he chastises Conan for stealing from his temple, but Conan like the primitive Übermensch he is rants and berates at Thulsa for what he did to his people. Doom nonchalantly told him why, the “riddle of steel” which his interpretation is Nietzsche called “The Will To Power”, to command people around like cattle. Afterward, Conan is crucified alone on a tree where he seemingly dies and then rescued by Subotai.

The director said its God abandoning him in opposite of Jesus Christ.

But I think what the director missed is Jesus was crucified in front of a jeering mob, which is just as bad as being alone, and like Subotai, only the faithful few where mourning him, the faithful individuals who he would send to inspire a reborn faith not only to Jews, but to Gentiles which grow into some so much greater than what Israel already was, something truly special that would even touch the heart of the Roman Empire itself and carry on where it collapsed.

Anyhoo, after resurrecting Conan from the brink of death, Valeria and Subotai accompany him back to raise hell and reclaim the princess. Sadly this ends in Valeria dying, but Conan learns to hone his anger and restrain himself. He and Subotai perform a funeral pyre for her, but she burns so bright that her corpse is gone the next day without a sign of ashes.

Finally as Doom sends his henchmen to pursuit Conan and company, Conan sets traps but knows thats not guaranteed to work. So in against all odds, Conan finally prays to Crom, understanding what he wants of him, and with that, Crom intervenes by reviving Valeria who has been transformed into a Valkyrie like state, in some kind of rough allusion to a Patron Saint before she returns to the barbaric heaven of Valhalla with the words.

“Do you want to live forever?”

After this, Conan finally understands the faith of the chief God of his people, he is no longer the crude Übermensch of Nietzsche who selfishly leads and pragmatically commands.

No, he has been reborn as Soren’s Knight of Faith, which now he can not only deliver justice to his people, but save and re-inspire those Doom has lured. For now Conan knows empathy and compassion of them and those whom Doom has turned them away from.

Friendship, Love, Wisdom, Loss, Empathy, all what he needs to become the king he will become in the future.

With this virtuous nature, he finally breaks the princess from the spell, ends Doom’s life and terrible reign, and the crowds return their respective kingdoms, homes, families, and gods.

Conan than sits at the steps of the temple, contemplating what Crom wishes for him to do next, and now with a clear mind and making peace with the past, he burns the temple and reunites with his friends. Those who would join him as his subordinates as he becomes a king chosen by Crom and raises a Kingdom in his honor and glory.

When the world was lost, God start with a seed of faith in Abraham, that grew into Israel which then God sent his son Christ, from there Christ sent his disciples to Rome as Israel fell as Christ and the Book of Revelation foretold, and from that came the Church and from the Church after the fall of Rome came the glorious West we know.

Great things start as a tiny seed, and when Great grows weary, it condenses its greatness into another seed, and the process goes on and on until the Last Day.

Because Good, will always prevail no matter it be collective, or individual, because they are ultimately one and the same.

Kentaro Miura: a Eulogy

Kentaro Miura, the creator of Berserk, has passed away. Now granted, I’m not into the story. It’s just to dark and freaky for my taste. I’m just picky about darkness in general, probably acts more of a vice at times than I admit.But I still feel respect for the man, from what my friends have told me, especially one who spoke highly of him, his story is as ProfessorGeek on YouTube would call a “Cathartic Motivational” epic.

The main character Guts and his love interest Casca show you that life can be hard and dark but we can’t give into the darkness.Not this is not to say stories like Star Wars, Harry Potter, and Lord of The Rings and other epics don’t show this, of course they do, but Beserk, as I understand it, does it on a VERY extreme level, and Guts and Casca, figuratively speaking here, go through the 9 circles of Hell together. Kinda like Joseph and Mina Harker in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, if thats a good comparison, maybe it isn’t, I dunno.

But I think I still owe this man because while *I* may not be into epics like his, there are many epics I do like, which some, in anime and manga in particular, came about because their creators were inspired by Mr. Miura and if it wasn’t for him. They probably would never be inspired and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy those epics and in turn be inspired by them.

Heck, Warhammer 40k inspired my own fictional universe, PUNKS, and I have a friend who is a FERVENT 40k fan while I’m not too into it.

All art, wether it be paintings, sculptures, music, architecture, literature, plays, movies, comics all were influenced by someone. As such, that person has inspired another creator who’s work you enjoy and are even inspired by, even if you don’t like or agree with that artist’s own inspiration.

Modern Corporate Culture likes to have us think we are better than what came before us or even are some kind of correction to what came before us. But in reality that could never be further from the truth.

So I say thank you Kentaro Miura. You may not been my inspiration, but you probably were the inspiration for creators who’s work I enjoyed.

The Entitled Fan: The Frankenstein Monster of Frustration, Fandoms, and Elitism

I guess is what I consider something of a sequel of my last post “Grimmdark Cops: The OTHER Fiction Police” and its regard to another problem which is the Self-Entitled Fanboy/Fangirl

Now we all know the (Self)Entitled Fan, they think they can demand whatever they want and act nuts when they don’t get it, or at least not 100% what they had in mind. But I dare say they are somewhat better than a Stan, but thats not saying much, because they have at least a sense of autonomy and don’t just accept whatever their given, but most often like Stans they don’t have much thought put into articulating their position or want nor acknowledging the reasons why.

But speaking from my own experience as a former entitled fanboy, I don’t think the result of an entitled fan is simply lack of proper maturity.

Sometimes its rather, or perhaps also, a result of being disappointed and dissatisfied in the past with past favorite stories taking turns that they have seen done before that the individual has grown so tired and frustrated from it.

When they tried to speak their displeasure, they were often mocked, chastised, or softly lectured like a child for being unhappy because of subjective feelings and how nobody would find the stories they would like interesting, almost calling the individual a freak of sorts.

So the individual bit their tongue and continued to search for new stories that had familiar elements that the person liked, would take turns and writing choices that resonated with their taste, only to be disappointed and then lectured for openly expressing their disappointment again, and again, and again.

Finally as a result from this chronic disappointment and lack of empathy from others, and even passive aggressive pressure to change their tastes or be banished dissatisfying zones of sitcoms and kiddie shows, the individual lashes out in rage and frustration making volatile demands and threats as it seems to be the only way it to get anyone to listen to them. Which is exacerbated by apathetic loyal fans who yell and scream back while bombastically flaunting their loyalty and proclaim how they don’t let their own personal feelings get in the way, how the dissent “doesn’t get it”, and proceed to bask in self-congratulatory moral superiority.

Keep in mind, I have problems with the Joker movie in regards to its use of the Joker character, but its message isn’t wrong.

Think about that.

“Nobody thinks what it’s like to be the other guy

Nobody who seems to get their way or just accepts it as a good writing choice never bothers to think what it’s like to be the person let down and frustrated. They don’t try to see where the individual is coming from and always assumes the worst, because it’s easier to make a villain out someone who disagrees with you and look righteous than to be considerate and think before you act towards that person.

“Why don’t they used what they liked and wanted as inspiration for original material then?” You probably ask. Well as the link to my last post along with my previous points made above, there has been a growing subculture that has actively worked to discourage that. Which brings the dissident a sense of powerlessness and despair and prevent the former style and tastes from being challenged, or at the very least contrasted.

And to make it perfectly clear, I am NOT condoning the harassment or death threats of anyone, nothing is worth giving a death threat over.

I’m not saying that it should have went their way, but I am saying is if you have the patience and compassion you should understand where they are coming from rather than just dismiss their problems and acting “Ha-ha-ha! I am more mature, intelligent, and morally superior to you, uncultured subhuman swine!”, if you don’t have that grace, then maybe you should just mind your own business and go about your day

and I’m not saying the writers and companies owe the audiences everything or obligated to always do what the dislikers say. 

What I am saying is this; if these dissidents are just simply reaching out to those are also unhappy with the state of story to work out their problems and create new ideas, or just simply venting and complaining, and even making blockable tags on social media to be considerate of people who don’t like hearing it, then the only thing they are guilty of being “entitled” to is their tastes, thoughts and feelings, which they are entitled to. 

As such, the dissidents are under little to no obligation to stay silent for the convenience of those who do like the way things are, unless the latter is being insulted or personally attacked by the former. Especially when a tag is created so the loyalists don’t have to look at it.

Because the more you try to muzzle dissidents and discourage others from hearing them out, the more fuel you will add to the fire and make things worse

Telling them to shut up and telling them they are not allowed write anything that challenges them and don’t deserve to be given what they want, for almost a decade

And telling them their not allowed to express and displeasure and keep it all to themselves and not reach out to each other

Then smugly taunting them and rubbing their disappointment in their face

Do you seriously think none that could have any contribution in their emergence?

To mock people who are in anguish and frustration and tell them to shut up is no different than Murray Franklin and the rest of Gotham in the Joker Movie kicking the crap and humiliating Arthur Fleck, a mentally ill man who was going under serious personal strife and stuck with a negligent therapist who could give less a damn about him

I know we all like to think that when people lash out like this we can just put it all on the perpetrator and insist we’ve done nothing wrong and go back to our shenanigans of taunting them and say “lol haha butthurt” and “I’m loyal and righteous, they’re wrong and self-entitled, so I can act as nasty as I want to them because I have the moral high ground!”

Do I have to remind you all what happened to Murray and the rest of Gotham at the end of the Joker Movie?

*batteries not included: A flawed but delightful tale of Magic Metal Space Munchkins

During the 80s and 90s the New Hollywood Renaissance had began reaching to its height with family films, notably revolving around science fiction, families, and either aliens or robots. The most well known of these kinds of films were ET and the Short Circuit Duology. But one under-appreciated film that combines both ideas in a story takes place in New York in a run-down apartment/diner, a group of its occupants, a sinister corporation and its leg breaking toadies, and a tiny family of saucer robots who fix things and eat electricity

This is the movie *batteries not included directed by Matthew Robins, this film was his debut as a screenwriter

Taking place in East Village in New York, the owner of the apartment/diner complex, Frank Riley(played by Hume Cronyn) struggles to keep the place from being torn down by property developers whose manager Lacey(played by Michael Greene) has hired a gang a thugs led by Carlos(played by Michael Carmine) to harass and loot the place to pressure the owner and his wife Faye(played by Hume’s wife Jessica Tandy) who unfortunately suffers dementia reliving the past. Also part of the apartment is a pregnant single mother Marisa Esteval(played by Elizabeth Peña), a struggling artist Mason Baylor(played by Dennis Boutsikaris) and quiet former boxing champion Harry Noble(played by Frank McRae). After Carlos tears up the diner and chases Franks friends out and the police are unable to act without Frank risking retribution, Frank quietly begs for someone to come and help them or face the possibility of him and Faye retreating to a retirement home.

The old couple are very sympathetic, especially Frank. He actually reminds me so much of my late grandfather on my Mother’s side. Frustrated and rightfully so with the despicable behavior of young people and the callous nature of those in charge while trying to make the best with his wife’s condition. As someone who has a grandmother on his father’s side suffering from mental deterioration, this hit me deep. Faye while suffering natural mental illness, she manages to retain cognitive thought to some degree, and her sympathy and never-ending compassion for her husband, the other occupants, and the Fix-Its. By being stuck in the past, she seems to produce some timeless wisdom that isn’t seen in this day and age.

Later that night, that plea Frank made was answered

Two small saucer-bots, who are later dubbed “The Fix-Its” fly into the home and the feminine one, exhausted and low on energy, plugs herself into the kitchen to recharge. Afterwards, they find one of the broken frames from the diner and fix it and find and fix the diner as well. Faye wakes up and is greeted by them, and she allows them to make a nest in the shack on the top of the building, which Frank and the others meet the morning after.

Mr. and Mrs. Fix-it are very cute, they seem to have a somewhat animal-like behavior, something I would compare to birds. They speak through whirring servers and bizarre sounds of beeps and various pitches of what sound like power-drills and buzzsaws

Later on its revealed that Mrs. Fix-It is “pregnant” as she is having cravings. So the folks of the apartment start feeding her all sorts of metal objects and a steady flow of electricity which results in her birthing three “baby” robots. Jetsom, Flotsom, and Wheems, the last seemingly stillborn, only to be resuscitated by Harry using parts of his TV set. The robot family helps fix the apartment and in turn the occupants provide them shelter and babysit the little ones which is provided by Mason, Marisa, and Harry.

The children are even cuter than their parents, and like they’re parents they have behavior akin to birds, chicks to be specific. They don’t do too much like their parents, but they don’t need to. The babies, Wheems to be precise, have a role to play later on. As Carlos damages the father and scares away the children and burns the apartment down, the former seemly drives the family away when they are reunited, but later revealed that Wheems returns to try to fix the apartment by himself, only to be joined by his family who were actually getting help as they return with an entire fleet of their kind to rebuild the ruins. The Development company concedes defeat and merely builds around the apartment

Now the plot, there isn’t much but it mostly revolves around the humans. It’s revealed later in the story that Faye and Frank’s son had died in a car crash some time ago and Frank had some very rough words with their son before. Faye seems to mistake Carlos for his son, but it’s never clear if this denial is deliberate or not, but I assume it partially to cling on to what cognitive function she has left and even by the end of the film we don’t know if there’s some resolution.

But I can’t help but feel the real issue I have with this story is Mason as his personality is rather inconsistent when interacting with the Fix-Its. At one point he is completely flabbergasted by their ability to reproduce, then he’s quick to dismiss a tragic stillbirth from the same little robots, and soon enough he’s the babysitter of the little tykes. I just cannot help but feel Mason’s character development wasn’t thought out in terms of chronological order. Meanwhile his love story with Marisa and his search of artistic inspiration while not bad in concept, doesn’t show too much in development, it just goes along a bit too quickly.

Speaking of Marisa, the biological father of her children happens to be a musician who’s part of something I would call a modern caravan, but sadly her story in regards of her pregnancy or her quasi-deadbeat boyfriend even gets less attention than Mason and Mr. and Mrs. Riley

Carols seems like a stereotypical hooligan, but it seems more like he’s a desperate man trying to get his own decent lifestyle as he lives in the Ghettos of New York, unfortunately they only explore this once with his interaction with Faye but once again the audience seems to be left guessing on what exactly his deal is, but we at least see he has regrets as he desperately tries to save Faye from the fire that engulfs the complex.

The whole film seems enjoyable in terms of the major overarching plot and the moments with the Fix-It family, but sadly the subplots seem to me a bit sub-par. I believe the reason this is due to the overarching plot taking up too much space for the sub-plots to have the proper pacing they need.

The Fix-It family was designed by Star Wars designer Ralph Mcquarrie and The legendary Industrial Light and Magic

The Music composed by James Horner

Would I recommend this film, yes. I really do love this movie in regards to overarching plot and the adorable robots, but I would request that you don’t put too much thought into the sub-plots. For me at least they don’t seem to do get much developed and left either resolved too quickly, or left with a rather nebulous conclusion.

I give *batteries not included Seven Comedy Masks out of Ten

The Loreverse: Ventix, The Loremaster of Wind

“Thou art Ventix, The Lord of the wind, lawman, sheriff, and great sentinel. You shall be the patron saint of lawmen, frontiersmen, and peacekeepers as you command the winds to be calm winds or strong tempests whenever they need be. You’re sense of justice shall help establish boundaries and your gusts of wind shall uproot the lawless and chaotic and soft breezes shall maintain the lawful. Mortals shall seek order amongst the chaos and your winds shall bring them to it”– Omnibus


With eyes like a sunset and hair of grey and with the appearance of a sheriff in colors of tan, burgundy, and sagebrush, Ventix is the Loremaster of Air, One of the Six Cherubim, husband of Silva, embodiment of the world Range and wind which stirs to bring chaos and calms to bring order.

No-Nonsense, Sober, and honorable, Ventix uses the wind to calm chaos in mortal worlds whenever he can and stirs tempests to where evil, mostly organized crime, takes root. He often spends his time in Avalon high upon the Grey Canyons in his domain to observe the worlds below and write laws in his great books. He then gives it to his Inspiri to copy and use to teach mortals law as well record just law and bring them back to their master. Whenever the Deo Electi are in mental dismay and lack clarity, Ventix acts as the lawman of their thoughts and through the aid of the Creati bring peace and law to their minds and senses.

As state, how Ventix brings order and peace of mind depends on which world and its nature.

In his own realm Range, he can operate through gentle breezes or great gusts of wind

With Solarax in Decotropolis he works through the gentle warmth of a fireplace or smells of stands, cafes, and restaurants

With Fulgrom in the realm of Quartz he works through soft rumbles of thunder

With Umbarias in the realm Nokenpad he works through the soft sounds of the night

With Aquitas in the realm of Exepitia he works through the calming sounds of the ocean tides

With his wife Silvine in the realm of Fauna he works through the gentle sounds of the birds

Make no mistake, despite his gentle and silent nature, Ventix does act when it comes to it often working through one of the Deo Electi who is chosen to wield a portion of his power, lending them the power to command great and terrible wind storms to blow away the wicked

In the realm of the Range, he is known as The Wondering Windy Lawman for when the foul and cruel act upon their greedy and barbaric ways among lawful and good towns, he will at times appear as a wandering mysterious traveler clothed in burgundy and brown upon a grey horse, brining with him strong gusts of wind to intimidate and warn these lawbreakers they are not welcome

While seeming serious and grim, his wife Silvine seems to break his sober disposition and melt into her hands

Animals that he’s associated with are Eagles, Coyotes, and Buffalo

I based him on Stribog of Slavic myth but also Clint Eastwood and Nathaniel “Natty” Bumppo aka Hawkeye of The Last of The Mohicans and the legends of Wyatt Earp

The Loreverse: Aquitas, Loremistress of Water

“Thou art Aquitas, The Holy Navigator, Lady of the Seas, Charter, and Pilgrim. You shall be The Patron Saint of Pilgrims, Adventurers, Travel, Expeditions, and Wisdom. You shall fill the great cavities of these worlds with the waters of your fountains and you shall grant safe travels to the Deo Electi. Wherever water flows, you shall be present. In the water, mortals will look and reflect upon themselves and gain wisdom Whatever filth taints my flocks, you shall wash them away.” – Omnibus

With hair and eyes like seafoam and clothed with turquoise, white, and bronze, Aquitas The Loremistress of Water is one of the Six Cherubim and Wife of Fulgrom and embodiment of the world Expeditia and the element of water which washes, nourishes, and reflects.

Wise, soft-spoken, and collective, Aquitas maps out each lore-world and brings them to her Inspiri which in turn use to teach mortals the art of charting, map making, and navigation. She also observes the personal plights of the Deo Electi and helping them reflect and find resolve. As she records the experience of the Deo Electi of each respective realm, her inspiri relay it and bring it to mortal spiritual guides of other worlds. Also through the fountains of her room, Aquitas also subtly points the Deo Electi in the right direction during their journeys and provide sage passage in spite of harsh weather or obstacles in her path. On her own, she can use water to direct weather be seas, rivers, lakes, or other bodies of water and liquid based navigation such as liquid compasses. She requires aid with the other Creati in Order to guide the Deo Electi with other elements

With her husband Fulgrom she can guide them with where lightning strikes

With Umbarias she can guide them with the stars of the night

With Solarax she can guide them with where the sun casts the shadows

With Silvine she guides with where moss and vines grow

With Ventix she guides by where the wind blows

In the world of Expeditia she is known as The Mother of Tides and it is said that she appears in the reflections of the seas when mortal souls are looking back on their past actions or lost at sea, often helping them finding resolve or leading them back home or their desired destination.

Aquitas often serves as the voice of reason and restraint during his mad fits of inventing and conceptualizing, helping him relax with her kisses and loving embrace.

The animals she is associated with are Seagulls, Squid, and Orcas

Her inspiration comes mostly from Scheherazade along with Amphitrite and Naburoo from Legend of Zelda

The Loreverse: Umbarias, Loremistress of Shadow

“Thou art Umbarias, The Holy Undertaker, Dancer, Weaver, and Judge of The Dead. You shall be The Patron Saint of Undertaking, Dancing, Courage, Sewing, Prophecy and Empathy. You shall weave the night sky and bead them with stars and your shadows shall conceal the righteous and innocent from the wicked. You shall judge the dead and bring the innocent and righteous home to Paradisio and comfort those who mourn their passing like the gentle moonlight. You shall inspire courage to those who face their fears, and you shall bring my word to my prophets”-Omnibus

With hair like stars in the night sky and eyes like the moon, dressed in purple, black, and silver, Umbarias The Loremistress of Shadow is one of the Six Cherubim, wife of Solarax, and Embodiment of the world Nokenpad and the element of Shadow which conceals, shrouds, and shields. Solarax takes on the likeness of a woman dressed in clothes best described like a Romani Fortune Teller with a veil hiding her lips which are said to be pure silver, only allowing them to be seen and kissed by her husband.

Compassionate, soft spoken, and somewhat seductive and flirtatious, Umbarias uses her power through dances and weaving. She also carries out Omnibus’s judgements over the moral dead and provides comfort to souls that are passing and those who mourn as well as whispering Omnibus’ prophecies to The Loresages.

However when it comes to prophecies in other worlds, she also needs aid of her fellow Creati and often needs assistance when guiding departed souls of worlds outside her own as well. Her other ability is her very being is like a spinning wheel, her dances are what spins the threads of the night sky and bead them with stars. Her last ability is she can see wherever shadows are cast and often uses the shadows of the Deo Electi to track and report their progress.

In the world Nokenpad she is known as Mother Midnight and it is said when the wicked act on their evil desires, they get a haunting feeling creeping up behind their back only to look at the shadows to find countless of silver piercing glares. When one is mourning, she will manifest to the mourner’s shadow to embrace and comfort them, whispering words of comfort into their ears, and often appears to a mortal’s moment of death to retrieve their soul to swaddle in her robes as she brings them home.

She loves to tease and flirt her husband, often using her dances and/or seductive glances

Animals that she is associated with by mortals are foxes, bats, and spiders

Her inspiration comes from The Zorya Sisters of Slavic Myth along with the Valar Varda(with her roles deriving from bits of Mandos, his wife Vairë, and Nesse), Morticia Addams(notably Anjelica Hutson), Esmeralda from Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Ahri from League of Legends, and La Muerte from The Book of Life.