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The Bunnyman, Unique Entity
Northern Virginia is haunted by an almost absurd serial-killer; almost absurd, if not for the terror he has inflicted over several generations. Details on the origin of the Bunnyman are as vague as they are varied. Some say he was a child who murdered the classmates who relentlessly and brutally bullied him; others say he was an escaped mental-patient. A more chilling story was that the Bunnyman was once a loving father and devouted husband who, on Halloween, discovered his children were the result of his wife’s infidelity. He snapped, murdering his family and leaving their bodies for horrified trick-or-treaters. Despite varying stories, on detail remains the same: the Bunnyman wears a ridiculous pink bunny costume, covered in bloody stains and filth.
The Pope Lick Monster, Lesser Independent Race
Named for the creek outside of Louisville, KY the monster is said to haunt, the Pope Lick Monster appears as something of a hybrid between man and goat. Like the satyr of Greek myth, the Pope Likc Monster carries itself on powerful goat-legs, covered in albino fur. The upper body is the grostesquely deformed torso of a man. The skin is alabaster, except in places where the flesh is tight over bone, which show black through the ghostly skin. The face resembles humanity, but it clearly not; the black eyes are too far apart, the nose too aquiline, and the thick jaw sticks out too far. Short, but sharp horns protrude from its forehead, just below the hairline. The hair atop the head is long, greasy, and matted, matching the fur on its legs.
Wampus Cats, Greater Independent Race
Throughout the Appalachian region of the American Southeast, the chilling shrieks, of the Wampus Cat may be heard in the night. Bloodthirsty monstrosities, they seemed filled with a palpable anger and hatred. Wampus Cats are known to mutilate and butcher entire herds of livestock, not to sate any sort of hunger, but for the utter pleasure of it. Folklore says Wampus Cats were once witches, but were cursed with an unholy, bestial form as punishment for pursuing secrets no woman should know.
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“Then the shadowed outlines began to take shape, and I perceived that the squirming entity bore some remote resemblance to a human form laid flat on its belly…as it looked up to hiss at me I saw that the beady little black eyes were damnably anthropoid…”
Yig, Chosen of (Lesser Servitor Race)
The name given these beings is sarcastic, mocking their pitiful condition. The unfortunate souls known as the Chosen of Yig were once human, but angered the Great Old One in some fashion. Now they are something not altogether human or ophidian. Yig reserves this punishment for normal humans, those without any connection to his worship, or without the tainted blood of the Serpent People in their veins. The exact crimes that warrant such a punishment are unknown, though those who kill many snakes, or harm Yig’s servants and worshippers are sure to face the Snake-God’s wrath. Sometimes, the curse will not be visited on those who have angered Yig, but their children while they are still in the womb.
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The Innocents, Lesser Independent Race
Across the globe, cults dedicated to the various Great Old Ones and Outer Gods often sacrifice infants in their rituals. Often, the bodies are disposed of in garbage dumps, or in sewers. There are times when the sorrow, torment, anger, and fear experienced by these poor souls is so strong, it resurrects them. Returned to a mockery of life, these so-called Innocents only resemble infants in appearance. The gums and skin on their fingers have receded, leaving teeth and nails sharp. Those who have no teeth grow sharp, needle-like fangs. Their bodies are sickeningly bloated, their skin jaundiced and bruised. They prowl the places their bodies were dumped, barely able to walk, most often shambling about on all fours. Despite this, they are deceptively quick. Hideously, they mew, babble, and cry just as any normal infant. Motivated by a hatred for all life, and a constant hunger, they are ravenous cannibals, preying on unsuspecting humans.
Great Uk’tena, Avatar of Dagon
The Great Uk’tena is the god of the fresh-water deep-ones, and a manifestation of Father Dagon. It is sometimes referred to as the Keen-Eyed, for it is said it knows all secrets of waters and forests. It dwells in deep pools, murky lakes, and fast-moving rivers. Its body is something like that of an enormous eel, slick and slimy, glowing a fiery red. Its head is something of a cross between something ichthyian and something feline. Atop its head is a wickedly pointed ivory horn.
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Fresh-Water Deep One, Lesser Independent Race
We have heard of them as the Green-Clawed Monster of Evansville, the Thetis Lake Monster of British Columbia, and the Loveland Frogman. Every major river and lake in the world is home to at least one these deep-ones, adapted to life in the fresh-waters. They love solitary lives, having little contact each other, building no great cities, worshipping the Great Uk’tena alone. They are highly aggressive, and unlike their sea-dwelling cousins, they have no interactions with humanity, save to hunt us as food, or forcing themselves on an unwilling human to propogate their species.
Beast of Land Between the Lakes, Greater Independent Race
Set in western Kentucky, and situated between the Kentucky and Barklay Lakes, Land Between the Lakes is one of the few true wild places remaining east of the Mississippi. Towns and old family farms are few and far between; there are many places in the 170,000 acres of dark, ancient forests that humans have never set foot in. There is much superstition about the area, tales of indian curses, vengeful ghost carrying out centuries old blood-fueds, and degenerate wild-men. It is also home to a ferocious and bloodthirsty monster known only as the Beast of Between the Lakes.
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