Cold, silent, and unnerving, Slashkin is the shadow that lingers at the edge of the pumpkin patch. Unlike his louder companions, he doesn’t need words to send shivers down your spine—his hollow, staring eyes and steady grip on his blade say enough. With each step he takes, the night seems to grow darker, as though he drags the chill of the grave with him. Those who encounter Slashkin rarely forget the haunting feeling of being watched, even after he’s vanished back into the dark.
Methodical and precise, Slashkin prefers to let others cause chaos while he waits for the perfect strike. He’s patient, calculating, and terrifyingly efficient, making him the group’s silent enforcer. Though he rarely shows emotion, his devotion to his fellow Spookkins is absolute, and when the time comes, he will cut through any obstacle in their path. In the eerie hierarchy of the patch, Slashkin is the executioner—and his victims never see him coming.
Designer: patreon.com/bloblab
Cold, silent, and unnerving, Slashkin is the shadow that lingers at the edge of the pumpkin patch. Unlike his louder companions, he doesn’t need words to send shivers down your spine—his hollow, staring eyes and steady grip on his blade say enough. With each step he takes, the night seems to grow darker, as though he drags the chill of the grave with him. Those who encounter Slashkin rarely forget the haunting feeling of being watched, even after he’s vanished back into the dark.
Methodical and precise, Slashkin prefers to let others cause chaos while he waits for the perfect strike. He’s patient, calculating, and terrifyingly efficient, making him the group’s silent enforcer. Though he rarely shows emotion, his devotion to his fellow Spookkins is absolute, and when the time comes, he will cut through any obstacle in their path. In the eerie hierarchy of the patch, Slashkin is the executioner—and his victims never see him coming.
Designer: patreon.com/bloblab
