Banuk the Kin-Eater
"Murderer," came the cry, "your heart pumps black the blood on your hands"
"Murderer," came the accusation, "your days are numbered by the lives you've claimed."
"Kin-eater," came the damning promise, "never shall you rest. Be filled with terror."
It sounded a bell in brass, beat in tandem with staves that clubbed consciousness from Banuk's eyes. Each note, hissed or shouted or whispered so by his ear, driven to dagger point into flesh. And yet, a grin slipped on his lips. They beat him, wrought wrath upon his skull, drove him deeper into a maddened agony as he watched blood pool about his eyes. But their wrists grew weak, trembled at grip of the stave, and the Kin-Eater could do nothing to suppress his laugh.
Appearance
Of middling height and build, Banuk houses an unremarkable topography save for a certain smugness centered about his lips; an easy smile, a cocksure grin. Regardless of its descriptor, it is oft noted to be unpleasant, showing far too many teeth in a mouth otherwise unaccustomed to mirth. Callouses and scars riddle his flesh, and his eyes are sharp with a wit undermined by how his mouth chooses to move.
Skills and Abilities
Heron Dances on the Lilypad; lightfeet accustomed to the mud-slick streets and tile roofs of the Cinder Ports graced Banuk with an adroit manner and preternatural balance. Such reflexes, honed through conflict between the Blue Districter gangs, the Feather Clan, and the hidden knife that blossomed from otherwise silent authorities, kept the man alive through decades-long misadventures.
Kin-Eater; a title granted to the criminal in recent months following a string of murders leading to his current incarceration and the revocation of his citizen status. While never granted an official family name at birth, Kin-Eater is a fitting moniker for the man's actions against those who raised him.
Shaman; popularly a spiritual profession with sufficient prestige, practice, and privilege, Banuk was gifted with certain similar abilities through artificial means. A cursed Raakgui was inked into his flesh, where it now writhes along the contours of his spine. It ripples there, wracking him with pain even as it offers him the ability to deal with other such creatures.
The Gentle Palm; Banuk exhibits great proficiency in all manners of violence. Of particular note is his preference to enact such proclivities by way of the open palm. Sure, a knife or a sword serves him on occasion, but few sensations compare to the kiss of knuckles on flesh.
Personality
A man acquainted with poverty, hunger, and pomp. Quick tempered, ill favored by luck, and caustic of manner.