Meat

Name: Unknown in life; now simply called "Meat" Race: Undead (Skeleton) Class: Fighter / Undead Warrior Role: Junior Officer, The Scales of Famine
Background No one remembers Meat’s name—not even Meat. Whatever it was died with his flesh, and what remains is bone, armor, and an undying will to serve.
He was unearthed on a battlefield outside Johre, in the ruins left behind after the fall of the Satrapi of Kabira. The Scales were doing a clean-up operation, and a rookie necromancer named Tallow thought he was animating a corpse for supply hauling. But Meat didn’t shamble. He stood. Straight-backed. Sword in hand. No command needed.
He didn’t speak at first—just nodded, followed orders, and fought with mechanical efficiency. One of the veterans, a sarcastic brute named Blister, quipped, “He fights like he still thinks he’s got meat on his bones.” The name stuck.
Despite being undead, Meat rose quickly through the ranks. His tactical sense and unflinching calm under pressure made him a natural for leadership. As a junior officer, he trains new recruits in formation tactics, battlefield endurance, and the art of staying alive—ironic, considering his condition.
Meat has no heartbeat, no hunger, no fear—but he shows a kind of strange, grim loyalty to the Scales. He maintains his gear meticulously, paints a crude skull grin on his helmet, and carries a rusted medallion with an unreadable name—perhaps his own, perhaps someone he failed to protect. He keeps it close, always.
Some say the Chronicle mentions warriors like Meat—soldiers too loyal to leave the battlefield even in death. Whether his continued existence is a curse, a contract, or a choice, no one knows. Meat never says. He just fights.
Reputation Among the Scales Respected: Not for his charm—he has none—but for his reliability. Eerie: Meat doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t blink. Efficient: Always knows where to stand, where to strike, and when to hold the line. Quiet Mentor: To new soldiers, he’s terrifying at first. But they quickly learn he’s a protector—one who never gives up ground. In the end, Meat may have lost his name, his past, and his flesh. But he gained something else: a place among the last true warriors of the Horsemen.
The Scales of Famine call him “Meat”—and in battle, that name is spoken with a mix of awe, fear, and respect.