Muck Maiden
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When Vindicta awoke, she could only remember one thing: pure - perfect - hate. It was this hate which combined with the forces of the first maelstrom to allow her soul to walk the earth once more. What she didn't know, was that she wasn't the only one. There are many spirits filled with hate, many sould which would leap at the opportunity for vengeance... or to continue their lives work. One such spirit is that of the very judge which sentenced her to death, though his form is seemingly less complete than hers, less sentient. He is but an engine of hate. A wraith fueled by anger but unwittingly being consumed by it as it scorches him from the inside out.
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Heyhey! I had this idea for a character and wanted to draw him up, so here he is! Hope you guys like it!