banned-users

Struggle, and futility. All of life is a constant toil to keep oneself alive for just a little bit longer. And The Leper not only knows this, but he embraces it. Living a tortured existence has taught this man that one must rely on the self before any others, making him the most independent of those arriving to the Hamlet. He does not need the aid of others, for he knows how to channel his energy into frightening power, or curative energy. He cannot help others with this power, but he can draw on it to give himself strength that other men can only dream of, or the endurance that has kept himself going longer than any other man could. And when his massive blade falls, there is only death for those who stand in its wake. However, it is a slow and heavy blade, and agile foes may easily evade its massive arcs. 

The Leper's eponymous disease has ruined his body, and at camp it becomes painfully evident how much it takes a toll not only on him, but those around him. Should the other's mental health be in question, The Leper can leave the others to give them peace of mind at the cost of his own well being. However if he needs relief he may let down his mask, while calming him looking upon such a malignant face will bring duress to his companions. But if he truly needs company, he can always sit and reflect, meditating with his blade, just as broken as he is. All will meet with death, there is no exception to this. The Leper's only goal is to see that as many of the accursed creatures of this land meet their appointment before he meets his own.