The Butcher.. The Crazed.. The Undying..

Armadox is a thin sickly creature. His hair was an ebony black, and seemed to been woven from the shadows. A wooden mask covered in old blood covers his face, and arcane symbols, fetishes, and totems have been carved into his rotten, discolored flesh. The markings glow with his madness shining and pulsing from the evil, the loa possessing his form growing from his torment. His eyes are sunken orbs that reflected nothing, for a milky white film has enveloped his vision.

His thirst for slaughter has given him new life, as even death pauses against his will. The symbols that once where merely tattoo and branding has become an ebbing mural of his massacre. It moved alive, do to the horror that was once a man.

The creature moves as if possessed, in a long gauntly sway. He can crawl throught smallest of space, and there isn't anywhere safe enought to keep him out. He pulls babes from their cribs, and paints the walls with the strange symbol of his cult. Stories told to Raktam children at night to keep them from wandering out into the jungle.

In his hands are two machete bloodied from many kills, Serenade and Rhapsody. The lyrics of a lulliby scratched into their blades, a remaining memory of his childhood. The same blades he used to kill his parents before scrambling into the jungle. He was assassinated during his final atempt at sanity, killed after the election where he tried to atone for his crimes.

*August 2011* It's been years since his last return, and the world has moved on without him. More of the island has been found, so much time passed.

Blood no longer flows through his veins, but he writhes from his resting place unable to find peace in death. A promise, old but meaningful binds him. A geas spoken to Blue Hummingbird, queen of Raktam. He finds the queen missing, replaced by a farce whom usurps the thrown..

*November 2011*
In his slaughter, the butcher finds himself causing the deaths of many around the island. His thirst unable to be sated. His mind slowly waking to the carnage around him. The geas burns him, but he can not keep the promise to a queen no longer throned. He can not have purpose, nor atone for the blood that covers him.

He found himself in a hut with a victim, a child crouched with needle in hand. He moved slowly toward her, and raises his machete to carve her flesh. And he found that he could not. The image of the disabled orphan girl filled his rage maddened mind, and he finds himself unable to kill Caroline The Vampire. She moved closer, and handed him a gourd of apple cider. The first gift ever given to the monster.

He fled into the jungle trying to find out what this is that cools his hate, and in a ruined shrine he found his answer.

There in the shrine was a statue that has not been prayed to for a very long time. In the moonlight of the shrine, the butcher found himself in the presence of Nrumias, Native God of Justice.

The butcher has a new purpose, killing those whom are guilty, every murderer's death an atonement for one of his own.

His flesh now burns with new purpose, he finds himself the protector of children. The boogeyman to those whom prey on victims. Though his madness may not ever stop him from killing others simply because..

376 murderers to kill..