The Hollow Choir 4
Where the Hollow Choir gathers, the veil between nightmare and spectacle grows thin. This assembly of fiends and visionaries pushes the boundaries of body, soul, and science, wearing horror like a badge of honor. Each member is a paradox, both grotesque and magnetic, drawing the eye with a mixture of fascination and dread. Whether born of experiment, curse, or choice, they embody the Choir’s creed: that knowledge, once forbidden, can be weaponized into both beauty and terror.
Lord Veythric
Elegant, decadent, and theatrical, Lord Veythric embodies the Hollow Choir’s fascination with spectacle. Draped in gothic finery that’s equal parts Dracula and Bowie, he struts with the poise of someone who knows every gaze is fixed on him. Though he cultivates the airs of an ancient noble, Veythric’s roots are shrouded in rumor. Some whisper he’s a centuries-old vampire, others that he’s merely a man who learned how to cheat time with forbidden alchemy. Whatever the truth, his flair for drama hides a dangerous intellect and an unshakable hunger for control.
Morvaath Scalebane
Few know what curse or experiment birthed Morvaath Scalebane, but the dragon-man wears his monstrous form with grim dignity. Scales cover his weathered body, and his enormous wings mark him as something other than human. Once a scholar of runes and arcane geometry, Morvaath now channels that knowledge through raw, destructive sorcery. His beard and stoic eyes give him the weight of an elder statesman, but his staff, charged with terrible elemental power, makes him more akin to a storm given flesh. Whether he is a wizard who became a beast, or a beast who learned wizardry, remains a mystery.
Seraphaine Blightwell
Towering, powerful, and brazen, Seraphaine Blightwell thrives in the tension between allure and horror. Her stitched-together flesh and Frankenstein grafts are proof of her own experiments, treating her body as a laboratory for forbidden science. With one monstrous arm, a leash to a floating vat of volatile green ichor, and fire crackling at her fingertips, she is chaos incarnate; equal parts temptress, brute, and genius. To face her is to feel both terrified and mesmerized, like staring into a flame that dares you to touch it.
Callix Vogue
Callix Vogue is a name whispered with a mix of admiration and fear. Athletic, ruthless, and endlessly cunning, she fights with a precision that borders on artistry. Her tentacled arm is not a curse, but a weapon she wields with mastery; writhing appendages that can strike, choke, or shield at her command. Stylish and sharp-tongued, Callix thrives on tactics and dominance, orchestrating battles like an elegant dance. Where others see a monster, she sees perfection born of adaptation.
Nathan Hollowmere
Nathan Hollowmere walks the razor’s edge between the mystical and the grotesque. His body phases in layers of invisibility, as if his flesh is erasing itself in real time. His legs vanish completely, his torso reveals organs in macabre display, while his upper body remains intact. This unsettling gradient of existence unnerves all who meet him. A wizard of uncanny talents, Nathan commands his raven familiar as both spy and assassin, weaving together sorcery with grim theatrics. In him, the Hollow Choir finds both spectacle and terror.