Penderghast

Penderghast is a Forsaken warrior.

Appearance
Penderghast walks and runs hunched over with an erratic, skulking gait. Moths flutter in and out of holes in his armor; the armor itself is rusty, dented, and covered in the sort of stains one typically avoids examining too closely, lest one recognize the tell-tale signs of a neighbor's missing lapdog or the unmistakable remnants of beloved great-aunt Ednis. His face — presumably what's left of it — is always hidden behind a hood or helm. His original height, build, age, and even race are impossible to determine, worn away by undeath and the passage of time.

Penderghast's odor ranges from horrific to tolerably unpleasant; on bad days, dogs are known to start howling at his approach. The reason for this fluctuation is unclear until one sees him produce a revolting chunk of meat, organ, or indeterminate ichor from his armor, which he will then proceed to eat or solicitously offer to someone else as a gift.

Personality
It is immediately clear upon meeting Penderghast that he is completely unhinged. He consistently refers to himself in the third person, forgets important details about his past and the world in general, and often expresses a strong desire to devour other people's internal organs at random intervals during otherwise normal conversations. He greets "friends" and passers-by by sniffing them (or, less desirably, by licking them). Although he is nearly impossible to physically startle, he often responds to unexpected stimuli by emitting loud, piercing shrieks and then calmly resuming his previous activities as if nothing out of the ordinary has just transpired. Needless to say, he is rather difficult to engage in coherent discourse, but even so he occasionally exhibits flashes of surprising insight that hint at the rational, intelligent person he used to be before his undeath.

If questioned about his habit of hiding his face, he will typically give answers that suggest he is either paranoid or driven by vanity. As unlikely as the latter seems, he has admitted on occasion that he was a vain man in life, and it is possible that the thought of his own ghastly visage, in a grotesque parody of his former personality, awakens some latent instinct within him to look presentable. That is not to suggest he ever succeeds.