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Race: Fallen He doesn't wear a Kell cloak or a Baron's crown. His armor is patched together with stolen steel plates and undead bones, but when he enters the room, even the loudest vandals lower their gaze. He's missing an arm, replaced by a rusty shrapnel launcher that growls like a sick beast every time he fires. They call him "The Spectre," not because he's intangible, but because he survived things that would have killed ten Captains. He could challenge Ayakis if he wanted to. In fact, sometimes it seems like he's considering it, especially when he whispers with the other veteran vandals, his four eyes flashing with calculating malice. But he doesn't. Not because he fears her, but because... he understands her. He, too, knows what it's like to be rejected by your own kind, forced to survive by cunning and cruelty. So he plays the role of sullen advisor, letting Ayakis think he's in charge. "Your plan is bullshit," he roars during meetings, baring broken fangs. "But if you insist on killing us, at least make it fun." And then he proceeds to tweak his stupid plan to make it work. If Ayakis proves too weak, he won't hesitate to abandon her in the middle of combat. Not out of treason, but because the Oathbreakers can't afford soft leaders.

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