deathknight pic finally done!! i actually have a couple more but they’re not really designed yet.
Ashes Offered On the Altar: former godblood priest, now void hobo Midnight. his godly father sure didn’t raise any objections when his son, the priest of his cult, began blood sacrifices in his name. he did get a bit upset when his son riled his congregation into such a frenzy that they sacrificed him, their own leader. his son got back up and murdered everyone there.. but by then it was a little late to protest. now Ashes is a wandering apostate who cares only for the void. he has no master but death, which has spared him the rod once already. as a profession he walks into religious gatherings, turns the people mad with hatred and bloodlust, and sets them on their priests and each other. as a hobby he makes vermillion paint and ritually repaints the scars from his sacrifical death (and then opens them up again with his obsidian knife). he hates his dad but not as much as he hates fun
Serpent-Twined Graveflower: malicious jerk Moonshadow really loves her job. she murders courts by seducing their rulers, poisoning the lord’s care for his subjects and driving a wedge between him and his advisors. fills the court with lust for her as the lord’s concubine while carefully murdering or seducing anyone remotely competent. once she’s had her fill of jewels, silks, and blood, she murders the lord and walks out to let the petty remnants explode into resentful violence. has a full-body soulsteel tattoo of a thorny-vined flower, which she can pull off her body to act as a spiked whip. wears intentionally sexual clothes she can drop in an instant to access her whip and fight naked: combat dominatrix. she is in the game to amuse herself and her deathlord is fine with that. (this was baby’s first Abyssal, she used to be Flower of Bleeding Black Velvet but i’ve been reworking her, title is,,, probably temporary)
Black Wings to Blot the Sky: strong-willed ex-princess-turned-Dusk, raised to be the perfect submissive future bride, took off as soon as she died and shed knee-length hair, gorgeous gowns, and gender entirely once entering their deathlord’s service. spent a couple years there being taught hard lessons in combat, strength, and pain, their failures tattooed into their very flesh, running right over the beautiful old lily tattoos the princess had been decorated with. eventually threw their richly-ornamented silver armor back in their deathlord’s face and took off with only their soulsteel smashfists still chained together on their wrists. Wings broke the chain off and still fights with the stout-armored gauntlets, but resents them heavily, and mostly just carries them around. hotblooded and sick of deathlord bullshit, trying to do right and help people while saddled with the pain of undeath etc.
