A tall, lanky, contorted version of a person. His limbs jut off at odd angles, and his neck bends to the side in the manner of a hanged corpse. Clad in a tattered suit and a bent-top hat that covers his eyes, he smiles with an impossibly large grin filled with crooked, yellow teeth.
The crooked man is an Undead embodiment of broken trust and the twisting of purpose. Those who die having betrayed what they hold sacred, embracing their treachery to their core, might return in this broken, gnarled form of snapped bones with a crooked grin. The creature’s fingers end in curling claws that hook and hold, and the duplicity in its heart bleeds out to twist allies against one another. Despite the creature’s name, anyone can become this manifestation of betrayal.
The crooked man can’t abide self-sacrifice and withers in its presence.