LORE & BACKGROUND

The Skinstalker is death in borrowed flesh. A killer born of the Anatomists' most twisted craft, he is no common assassin, but a living prototype, a phantom of muscle and nerve sheathed in the stolen skin of others. His raw anatomy glistens beneath each shifting layer, a flayed form clothed in horror. The suit he wears is stitched crudely but deliberately, cinched at the joints and hanging loose, its seams puckering with every silent step. The eyes of its former owner never fully close.

In his hands are flaying blades, curved and honed not only to kill, but to peel. Flesh parts for him like cloth. His hands move with surgical ease, unseaming bodies as if unfastening garments, each motion a ritual of artistry and efficiency. Victims often never know his true face, only the moment of pain before silence falls.

The Skinstalker walks freely among the living, aided by uncanny Anatomist techniques that allow him to shift appearance with disturbing precision. Whether in alleys, markets, or guarded strongholds, he becomes whomever he must. Those who see him seldom suspect until the blades are drawn, and by then, he is already gone.

To the Anatomists, he is not merely an agent. He is doctrine given form. Where others preach transformation, he enacts it, one scream at a time.

The Skinstalker | The Anatomists

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