Dominion Shattered

A male Augment with a twisted, stitched-together body covered in cult sigils and cybernetic amplifiers. His skin is pale and mottled, with dark veins pulsing beneath the surface. His eyes are wide and manic, reflecting a fractured mind, while his mouth is perpetually twisted into a disturbing smile. He wears tattered remnants of what once might have been a corporate uniform, now stained and torn, giving him the appearance of a deranged prophet. His movements are jerky and erratic, like a broken puppet on strings.

The Maw is a chaotic force, exuding an unsettling charm that draws people in even as it repulses them. He speaks in riddles and laughter, often breaking into fits of manic giggles that can turn into terrifying howls. His presence is intoxicating, and he thrives on the fear and adoration of his followers, viewing them as mere instruments of his will. He is unpredictable, often shifting from moments of eerie calm to explosive madness, embodying the very chaos he preaches.

Once a promising corporate experiment in psychological warfare, The Maw was abandoned when the project spiraled out of control. Now, he wanders the ruins of Daggerpoint's entertainment district, preaching madness and chaos. His body, a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and cybernetics, is adorned with cult sigils that pulse with dark energy. The Maw's laughter is said to fracture reality itself, drawing in the lost and desperate, twisting their minds into a frenzy of violence and worship. He revels in the chaos he creates, a puppet master of insanity in a world that has forgotten sanity.