At first glance, the abomination before you would call to mind one Anna MacLeod. The face is a perfect match. Precious little else is, though; it's as though someone has carefully tweaked and edited every single aspect of the hunter-turned-shopkeep's body, and the result is a monstrously oversized undead horror.

Once-tanned skin has fallen to a pale grey, and the trademark emerald eyes have shifted to a glassy, disturbingly empty seeming magenta tone that never quite seem to blink. The trapper's chestnut hair has followed along with the same fuchsia colouration. Lips, formerly unpainted, are stained with a black ink that's sunk deeply into the flesh itself.

She'd always been tall, but she now reaches precisely six feet, not a single fraction of an inch more or less, as though someone had precisely measured out her new height. Muscles stretch under the grey corpseflesh, far beyond the scrappy, wiry strength she once held, and driven by unholy energy to give the creature truly terrifying power.

And, of course, speaking of terror.. the resulting mountain of undead flesh, for all the effort and work that's gone into it, is unstable. Prone to rages and unprovoked frenzies, when it succumbs to such the air around it seems to drip with moisture and an uncanny sense of drowning overtakes any nearby. Throats tighten, as though its black-taloned hands were choking the life out of you while it holds you underwater. Lesser creatures flee, and it takes quite the stout mind to resist the basest of flight instincts.