Father Grigori
The Ravaged Shepherd of Ravenholm
Shepherd of the damned, with a shotgun and a sermon.
Once I spoke of heaven. Now I walk the blood-soaked streets of hell, tending to souls twisted beyond recognition. I do not fear the darkness — I have blessed it. With every blast of my shotgun, I grant release. And when the Freeman came, I knew — salvation walks among the cursed.
What I'm Into: shattered stained glass, headcrab hunting, last rites with a chainsaw, Combine filth, the silence after screams
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