Lumbering in the shadow of his master, Hans is both monstrosity and loyal hound: A grotesque creation of flesh, sinew, and pulsing Essence. His body swells with unnatural vitality, muscles twisting around shards of crystal that glow faintly beneath his skin. Yet behind the jagged teeth and mindless strength lies a singular devotion: obedience to Lord Victor Benedicte.
 
At a word, Hans leaps with terrifying speed, crushing armor and bone alike beneath his grasp. He tosses foes aside like broken dolls, his bellowing roars echoing through the chaos of battle. And when his master’s calm voice cuts through the din, Hans stills,  head bowed, awaiting the next command. To the enemies of the Veil, he is terror made flesh. To Victor, he is simply Hans: Faithful, efficient, and utterly devoted.