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Ultraviolent animate British quincy punk scarecrow.


F*cking Psycho: At the cost of one Action Point, Chainshank may ignore the most recent point of damage he has been dealt.


A Straw Man: After Chainshank's victory before the Xeland Sisters, they bestowed upon him a blessing upon plant life that finds itself in his presence. While he's still a scarecrow, there's a good deal of life within him, lending him its strength and flaws. If A Straw Man is compelled through a flame-based attack, Shank's Power is negated for that particular hit.
Harvestman: Chainshank believes himself as a bringer of the Red Harvest; human life is a beautiful bounty. He'll take the eyes as a token from one he's taken.
Agriculture Goes Oi!: Chainshank’s professional skill in standing in fields just gives him more time to delve into his subculture. He is extremely fond of sparsely settled, fairly open, rural areas, and is a bit farsighted to aid his watch. Also has an irrational, undying, deeply-rooted, cripplingly extreme loathing of crows and other corvids.
Negative Chain Reaction: Chainshank only has one weak spot. He is aware of this.
Temporary: Shepherd of Souls: Chainshank has the responsibility of ushering souls from this life to the next when their bodies die. Shirking this responsibility, or abusing the powers granted to him to fulfill this task could lead to unpleasant consequences.


  • Medical: 3 (Good)
  • Persuasion (Intimidation): 3 (Good)
  • Athletics: 3 (Good)
  • Perception: 2 (Fair)
  • Melee Weapons: 5 (Superb)
  • Physical Defence: 3 (Good)
  • Mental Defence: 2 (Fair)
  • Body: 3 (Good)
  • Mind: 2 (Fair)
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 6
  • XP Held: 2
  • XP Used: 4


  • A scythe. This implement forces itself on any new body Chainshank assumes, until such time as the temporary Aspect Shepherd of Souls is lost.
  • One 9mm pistol.

Personal History

One windy October day, a bunch of stupid teenagers thought to themselves, “Hey, let’s do a demonic summoning ritual! We have no idea what we’re doing!”

They put a set of chains around some sticks, and put this skeleton in some farm clothes. They put a pumpkin where the head should be, drew a circle, smoked weed, lit candles, played Good Charlotte, smoked some more weed, poured chicken blood on the skeleton, and prayed to Imhotep.

A bolt of lightning struck the house, reaching into the foul hotbox ritual, and awakening the new demon. He killed the boys, and wandered around for a while before finding himself in a Hallowe’en rave. So begins the story of Chainshank.

He later found the Library on accident, and formed uneasy truces with the people within. He was displaced after the Library closed, and now wanders.


He caresses the leaves; a bit modest, perhaps, for his taste… but maybe the false flower girl isn't so terrible. Maybe he can learn to like her kind… Unnatural, but still children of the gardens…

The Chainshank looks to his constellation. It's hard, he thinks. Oh, how he hates them. The burning alchemist. The shooty doctor. The wizard with the beautiful eyes. Why do they have to be such… conceited, wretched humans. Why do they have to be so… tempting. Just so beautiful… Those eyes. The browns, like the richest soil, the blues, like the clearest sky, the greens like the most /delicate/ blooms… And the magicky eyes. Oh how he wishes… Just to hold them in his hand, to feel their weight, how smoothe and clean they are…

Maybe again… somebody will slip up. they always do…

On October 29 The Great Pumpkin transformed Chainshank into The Chainstalk.

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