It's difficult to say if Kusin is truly alive or not. A shambling, bloated, corpulent being, he is most often found wandering the sewers of the cities and the docks, preaching the word of Grandfather Nurgle, encouraging those around him to accept the Plaguefather's gifts and blessings, that they may live forever in his blighted light.

He's not a pleasant sight, and an even worse smell, looking like something that was left floating in the dank, foul waters of the sewers too long. Rotting flesh and large boils can be seen hanging off him and protruding from him, covered usually by tattered robes. He speaks with a slurry, sludge filled voice, much to the dismay of anyone close enough to smell his breath.

In battle, he usually favors his fists but will happily resort to whatever weapon he can, never failing to be amused as strikes seem to have little effect on his being.