[Gravelord]

You awaken from a seemingly endless slumber to the freezing surface of an operation table.
The man standing over you? Your creator and master.

You’re better, he tells you

You serve a greater purpose, he promises.

Your mind wanders to the past, what came before?

How did you end up here?

You try and try again, but all that comes up is blank.

You ask yourself...

Who are you?

• You’re an amalgamation of flesh, metal, and bone. A mutant of many or few limbs in places where they should or shouldn’t be. To many you’re a monster, but to your creator you are art. 
  (For character inspiration think H. R. Giger, Dead Space's Necromorphs and other such body horror aesthetics)
  
• An undead. As such you spawn with a higher RPL.
  
• The first step towards something greater.
  

What awaits you?

• A caring master willing to shower you with gear and whatever other needs you may have.
  
• A long and arduous journey of villainy as an ally of the Author’s Guild.
  
• Greatness.
  

Contact Nobody#3845 if interested! One slot! (Alts welcome)

[Gravelord]

Still got one spot for anyone that feels like playing a flesh abomination undead. Will take good care of you.