Creeping out from the darkest depths of Pop Star come the most vile and loathsome of creatures. They are the purest manifestations of the evil eye, created from and in his image. They transcend being mere seeds of his black desire. They are a part of him. Few of these grim elite exist, and many of those are only rumors or scary stories to be spread around a campfire after sunset, the only time they allegedly emerge from the phathoms that spawned them. However, no words could do justice the unnatural horror they embody, for they are the Night Terrors.
Kroslash is feared as a brutal warrior amoung other ruthless combatants, which is why he holds a high rank as warlord in the underground, nightmare society. He is a hideous mutant, a fact that was no less false before his accident. In an epic battle in days since passed, a thought fatal blow was struck to the wicked being, yet the abyssmal wretch perservered. An arm was crippled, his face scarred beyond recognition, and an eye was lost, and all that occurred before he was knocked from a cliff edge. It goes without saying that his is tough, tenacious, and very, very twisted.
Kroslash is massive, comparible in size to vehicles more than other individuals. A great helmet covers the top of his head, which was the portion nearly ripped off, fashioned in the shape of a skull with a similiar color as well. A row of jagged teeth from his lower jaw stick up from beneath. This small bit of exposed flesh is a dark gray color. Thick, protruding brows jut out over the black pits of his eyes. A faint speck of yellow is visible within the left slot. The right, which is missing both on and beneath the helm, is replaced with a deeply carved "X". Shoulder pads, attached to the armored suit, guard over his arms. The right is marked with a cross and the left a thick, black line.
His left hand, and, in fact, the whole side, is widely intact. A two fingered gaunlet labeled with a thick black line, hangs at this side. To his right, there is less a limb and more a weapon, a flattened disc armed with four spikes, one nail at each corner. The actual arm has been replaced with a shaft that contains the long chain joining the pronged arsenal to his body. Continuing the trend, a grim rood is emblazoned upon the piece. The flail can be dettached at will and swung around or hurtled with great force, able to plow down or through his adversaries.
His left hand holds the ability to Nullify. The antepode to the common skill to immulate another's capability, this robs the victim of a feat they were once able to do for a short time. Such a perverted take on the staple means of combat was born out of sheer hatred for the Dream Landers.
Upon combining the power possessed within both hands, Kroslash yields the formidable X-Driver. In swinging both of his arms inward, their paths cross and project forward a tangled course of raw, dark energy. The intertwined slashes peak at strength where they meet, but the hanging portions are nonetheless powerful. This dreaded technique has been known to carve paths of blood through armies, and that is not fabled exaggeration.
