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Yeah.
So, this is Ivan, my Incubi.
He makes Silent Hill-esque creatures with corpses, grenades with livers, the class of his hobby/profession kind of sums up what his special powers are.
He's a Fleshcrafter.
Yep.
Mhm.
Disregard deformed hands or horrible unfinished-ness of it all. I have yet to actually do something more than a scribbily mass of anatomy.