HandofOmega/Abyssals

The Executioner of the Dying Light

History: Wrongly accused for a crime he didn't commit, the burly, dimwitted strongman was but hours away from the chopping block when he accepted the Dark Offer. Slaughtering his accusers, he made his way to his new Liege and has never looked back. A simple creature, he hasn't the time or understanding for the gospel of annihilation, but then as a Dusk, he was made to Do, not preach.

Image: A hulking monstrosity of a creature, The Executioner's skin is a grey pallor that shows the movement of the muscles and veins beneath with gruesome clarity. Draped in chains, his most notorious feature is his black executioner's hood, beneath which is a visage so horrible that it is whispered any who see it die of fright (the Dusk anima power may have something to do with this...).

Notes: As dim as he was in life, The Executioner is content to be a mobile battering ram, slaying and destroying all that his master commands. His favorite weapons are his Soulsteel Grimcleaver and fighting chains; he has also mastered all of the Abyssal Brawl Charms.

The General of the Last Trump

History: The woman who would become The General was a Lookshy officer, whose expert competence was overlooked because of her unExalted mortality. Dying senselessly on a field of battle that she could have won had she been given the chance, she eagerly accepted a Deathlord's offer to conquer all in the name of Death. Now, this Dusk caste leader has all the armies at her beck that she can handle, and means to put them to good use...

Image: The General of the Last Trump is a tall woman, whose severe but average looks are slowly growing more harshly beautiful the longer her Abyssal nature takes hold. Her pale-blonde hair is cropped short beneath her general's cap, and her most striking feature is the skull-emblazoned eyepatch she wears over her still-decaying right eye. She sports a darker, more fascistic mockery of a Lookshy General's dress uniform, wears a staff officers' greatcoat about her shoulders (treat as an Artifact Reinforced Buff Jacket), and is never without a riding crop in her gloved hands.

Notes: The General is a military genius, and has earned the extensive use of her Liege's resources. She prefers to guide her forces into combat, but if forced to, makes devastating use of Hungry Ghost-style Martial Arts. Her favorite weapon is a Soulsteel Thundercracker (Artifact Whip, similar to a Lightening Chain, that drains Essence upon striking or entangling a target (per turn)). She also keeps her Familiar, an albino strangler serpent named Sweet Release, coiled around her until an enemy is near enough for it to strike. While proud of all her crack troops, her special darlings are The Innocent Irregulars, a fanatical squad of children that she had abducted from her enemies and turned into psychotic murderers with the Hardened Killer Training Style.

The Grandmother of All Pestilence

History: Few are certain if the Grandmother was one of those few who Exalted late in life, or if the Abyssal death energies turned a young and vibrant woman into the harridan she is now. Only her Deathlord knows for sure...

Image: The oldest, ugliest hag imaginable. Her eyes are cloudy and vastly different sizes, and she has iron teeth and a couple of false limbs she gave herself with Bone Graft Technique.

Notes: The Grandmother is chief Occultist to her Deathlord, who delegates most matters of a sorcerous or necromantic nature to her, tho she also enjoys torture more than is seemly. She loves to play up the "mad old woman" image, cackling obscenely as she wallows in gore and blasphemous ingredients. Her major weakness is beauty: She both loves and despises it, especially in her Abyssal fellows.

The Huntress of the Shadow

History: Few know the origins of the Huntress, tho it is clear that she comes from the Linowan nation and she is said to be one of the Dowager's few Abyssals, and a renegade, at that. Those who would speculate on such things believe that the Dowager is simply allowing her her freedom to sharpen her hunting skills, and that when she is ready, she will become the prey of the fiercest hunt of all...

Image: A tall, lean Eastern woman, The Huntress still seems vibrantly healthy, if a bit on the pale side. She normally wears her long, pale-green hair in a ponytail, and still dresses in sparse skins and bone jewelry after the fashion of her people, the Linowan.

Notes: The Huntress speaks little, save to her white tiger Familiar. Adept in the use of all hunting weapons, she prefers Black Ash throwing spears and war boomerangs. Survival Charms allow her to thrive by hunting both in the lands of the living and the dead...

The Silence of Emptiness

History: No one knows the tale of The Silence of Emptiness, save the Deathlord who crafted it. None even know its true gender, only that it shows up when least expected and that it can be anyone at all. Even you...

Image: The Silence of Emptiness normally appears wrapped in bandages, little of its decaying flesh visible. Its limbs crack and pop and move at odd angles and it speaks in a whispering sing-song that hints at a mind as broken as its body. However, it is quite capable of assuming the form and manner of another, and so skilled at stealing their lives and identities that no one realizes the difference until it is too late...

Notes: This Day caste has mastered most of the Abyssal Athletics, Stealth and Larceny Impersonation Charms, making it a frighteningly effective spy. It has a unique and disturbing fighting style, where it attacks from all sorts of odd angles and positions, skittering around like a broken marionette of a spider while harassing its prey with all manner of Thrown Charms...