Day 297. Softy

Her obsession with teddy bears would lead you to believe that Softy was... well... a softy. Deep down I suppose that that's true but no villain should make the mistake of underestimating how hard and fast her and her army of soft toys can beat you to death. She grew up with no friends, other than the bears that surrounded her bed. Despite having no real companions she was always happy and eventually her good heart resonated with her bears and they came to life! Her good natured passion for justice echoed in the personalities of her bears and they do all they can to both protect and fight for her and all that is pure and happy in this world.

Day 268. Porcupuncturer

He is often mistaken for man impaled on spikes. Little do those fools realise those spikes are very much a part of this tyrants weapon repertoire. He uses them both as stabbing implements and whips guaranteed to slice and dice even the hardiest veteran of battle. He is often a very lazy being however, choosing often to jab his spikes into the ground (as above) and relax. If anything the idea of battle bores him. Which is why he takes to unkindly to those that disturb him and his self-obsessed quest for luxurious comfort.