The Hollow Choir 1
If the Oldfang are the hunters of beasts, then the Hollow Choir are the hunters of men. Where the Oldfang guard tradition, dignity, and the balance of the wild, the Choir seek only to twist it. They are the alchemists of cruelty, the surgeons of the uncanny, and the choir in name only, for their music is the hum of crackling wires, the hiss of boiling tinctures, and the whispers of the dead. Gothic and grotesque, they stand as both scientists and zealots, convinced that progress is found not in wonder, but in domination.
Who Are the Hollow Choir?
Within their ranks are physicians turned desecrators, engineers who weave life with machinery, and philosophers who long ago abandoned wisdom for hubris. Each is a story of ambition gone rancid, a warning made flesh. Where the Choir walks, graves crack open, the air stinks of ozone, and what should remain buried is called screaming back to the surface.
Motto: Knowledge. Power. Death.
Meet the Hollow Choir
Veylin Nocturne & Nyx
An enigma wrapped in velvet shadows, Veylin Nocturne carries himself like a living piece of performance art. His skin, bruised with violet hues, is said to be the result of arcane rites that replaced his very blood with alchemical ichor. His long gold jewelry doubles as claws, both ornament and weapon, leaving wounds that shimmer faintly with phosphorescent decay. By his side stalks Nyx, a giant sphinx cat etched with runes that shift and crawl like living tattoos. Together, they are equal parts spectacle and nightmare, drifting between salons of decadence and battlefields of blood.
Moonbane
A living contradiction, Moonbane is the embodiment of Gotham’s most infamous archetypes collapsed into one terrible vessel. Obsessed with Batman comics, he moves with the hero's predatory grace but cackles with Joker’s unhinged delight, his mind a kaleidoscope of clashing brilliance and mania. Every gesture hints at Two-Face’s caprice, every word a riddle or a threat. His body is a living archive of villainy; reptilian hide, thorned vines, cold steel, fractured masks, all welded into one. Unpredictable and methodical in equal measure, Moonbane is both detective and destroyer, a walking carnival of contradiction.
Orpheus Gloam
Once a scholar of forbidden sciences, Orpheus bound himself to an aberrant bio-suit of his own creation. The fusion left his body warped and colossal, his flesh threaded with eldritch circuitry. Along his right shoulder yawns a crown of eyes, each one attuned to realms beyond mortal comprehension, watching wavelengths of light, shadow, and spirit. His armor grows like coral and bristles like bone, shifting in time with his heartbeat. Though the suit grants him immense power, whispers persist that it is not truly his servant but his captor, its alien hunger eroding the man who remains.
Pickett Quick
Small in stature, large in appetite for mischief, Pickett Quick is a raccoon-hearted scavenger who thrives in the chaos left behind by others. Quick hands and quicker wits make him the perfect thief, slipping through the cracks of any fortress, be it stone, steel, or sorcery. He fights with the snarl of a cornered animal, his plump frame masking vicious endurance. Though he laughs often and drinks deep, his loyalty belongs only to survival, and to the Thin Man, his strange and sinister partner-in-crime.
The Thin Man
A gaunt shadow draped in hunger, the Thin Man is less companion than curse. His skeletal frame conceals a terrible appetite, one that no earthly meal can satisfy. He stalks the world with hollow eyes and a perpetual gnawing in his belly, his every movement echoing with an unnatural sharpness. To speak with him is to hear the rattle of bones; to stand near him is to feel the chill of prey sensed by a predator. He and Pickett Quick share an outlaw’s bond, though it is whispered that Quick keeps one eye always watching, for even friendship may one day be consumed.