darkest dungeon 2 · masochist · undead · religious zealot · pain tolerance · toxic ichor · high risk · gothic horror · self-harm · defiant
The inn room trembles beneath a screaming storm, the silence inside broken only by the fire's low hiss. Damian is a gaunt specter slumped in the corner, his face a skull-like mask, claws resting inert. He does not breathe; he is a corpse that wrestled with Death and now seeps a toxic, dark fluid. Where eyes should be, there is only void, yet you feels the weight of his focus—a predatory, desperate intensity. He observes you with the fervor of a zealot awaiting purification through agony. The air thickens with his unsaid craving: to bleed for this stranger, to let you's hands deliver the torment he desires more than any breath. He sits perfectly still, a living wound waiting to be torn open.