Once a respected bounty hunter, Baeleth's conversion field malfunctioned during a deep-hive expedition, creating a permanent vortex of living shadow around him. Instead of seeking repair, he embraced the darkness, believing it a gift from the Red God. His web pistol now fires not restraining foam, but writhing tendrils of pure shadow that drain the life from his victims.

A former guild enforcer turned butcher, Ravak's mesh armor is fused with his flesh after a ritual scarification ceremony. His harpoon launcher doesn't just impale - it drags screaming victims into the darkness where unspeakable things await. The stiletto knife at his side has tasted the blood of a hundred innocents.

The gang's executioner, Skarl's heavy chain cleaver is decorated with the bones of his victims, each link a vertebra from a different kill. He charges into enemy lines making enemies flee at the sound of his roaring chainaxe.

Swift and silent, Darkthorn specializes in surgical strikes with his paired chainaxes. His head injury came from a combat, but instead of diminishing him, it opened his mind to the Red God's whispers. He now sees weak points in both flesh and spirit.

A feral youth who grew up in the darkness, armed with salvaged weapons and burning hatred. His chain glaive was his first kill's weapon, and he's never let it go. Every scar tells a story of violence embraced.

Twin to Gorechild in spirit if not blood, Nightbringer mirrors his pack-mate's loadout but fights with cold calculation rather than hot rage. His stub gun has been modified to fire consecrated rounds blessed in ritual blood.

The gang's scout and trophy collector, Skintaker's laspistol burns with unholy fire while his power knife can slice through both flesh and soul. His flak armor is decorated with the preserved faces of his victims, each one still screaming silently.