The being before you is something out of a children's nightmare, or perhaps ancient lore. What once was a living Man is now desiccated, the flesh withers and wrinkles with various parts having already disintegrated away, revealing congealed blood and flesh-eating worms underneath. Half of his face is nothing more than a skull, bits of dried cartilage and rotten teeth are clearly visible even on a moonless night. Scraggly long white hair covers the other half with bits of flesh hanging off in between strands. Two orbs glow with a green tint from deep within their sockets, they are unwavering, unblinking, and stare directly into your soul.