Emile Boucher

About

Emile Boucher possesses an unsettling aura, cloaked in tattered robes that seem to absorb the light around him. The faint scent of decay lingers in his wake, a reminder of his sinister craft, while whispers of the restless dead echo softly as he wanders through the shadows. His skeletal hands, adorned with intricately carved bone rings, are forever stained with the remnants of forbidden rituals.

Backstory

Nobody expected the city's most celebrated funeral director to poison half his clientele, but Emile Boucher had grown tired of waiting for fresh corpses. The arsenic worked slowly, granting him time to perfect his necromantic theories on the living before they joined his undead congregation beneath Boucher & Sons Mortuary. When the authorities finally connected the deaths to his establishment, they discovered a basement workshop where he had been grafting souls back into decomposing flesh using techniques carved into his own bones as living grimoires. His escape through the city's catacombs left behind only the lingering stench of his experiments and whispered testimonies from the dead, who spoke of a man who had turned grief into a profitable business and death into an art form. The bone rings adorning his skeletal fingers were carved from his first successful resurrection—his own grandfather, who had taught him the family trade before becoming its most loyal, if reluctant, practition

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