Anung Un Rama was sent to Earth. From hell. When he was a kid. And he grew up to become a red boss with a weakness for cigars (here he could get along well with Wolverine) with his horns filed off. What a remarkable opposite of Wolverine!
Yes, he is what he looks like, but he isn’t there for the others. At all. He doesn’t exist. Grey (red, sorry) eminence in the fight against evil. He lives incognito; he appears where he’s needed and then disappears. No double identity, just the one. A private one, though. He lives in his community, in fact a colony. A secret alliance to keep good and evil in the world in balance. No applause, no admiration. No griping. He even denies his gift. It’s his work, it’s his life. An interesting example of determinism. How many times have I heard some good advice saying that we should do what we like, that we should follow what we believe in. And that all our dreams would come true. It’s so inconvenient to admit that our whole system would collapse if everybody did what they wanted. A lot of people work where they have to. Where they can earn. Where they can survive. I don’t know how many, but I believe that most people do what they just do. No vision, no love. And they are happy for it. The world without Hellboys would perish, at least the world as we know it. My brand is not a superhero of its own will (my bow to Batman); I’m much more like Hellboy than it seems. And than I would often like to admit. And what about your brand?