The wendigo (also known as windigo, weendigo, windago, waindigo, windiga, witiko, wihtikow) is a creature of Algonquin legend but it's origins are far older, and even more sinister.
Born from the blackest depths of the 'Inner World' these horrors are the very root of the undead. Not living, and not dead but somewhere in between, these monsters exist only to destroy life, it is all that gives them pleasure. It is through the demise of, and consumption of the living that they can for but a few brief moments remember what it was to be as Humans. The time passes quickly and is replaced once more with rage and hate.
The Wendigo were never meant to walk the world or any other plane but Hell itself but an eon ago a few of them oozed out of their pit, seeping deep in the earth, ever waiting for a chance to rise. Such opportunities, however, were extremely rare and those few that escaped to become immortalized in Human history were gone shortly after their arrival.
They have no tolerance for natural sunlight. Not UV rays, but actual light from the sun itself. A single beam of sunlight will burn right through them and further exposure will consequently destroy them in a matter of seconds. They can only exist at night and come dawn must retreat to complete darkness.
The creatures are humanoid, their height varying but averaging roughly six feet tall. They are all male in appearance with no genitalia, as these creatures do not procreate in the common biological sense. More of their kind are spawned from the collected pools of their bile and excrement; born fully developed into their savage existence.
Gaunt to the point of emaciation their thin, desiccated, gray skin is pulled tautly over their bones. Long thin strands of grey hair, tinged green from mold, hangs from their head and waist. Often tossed before their ghastly faces, the strands stick to the green mucus drooling from their gaping mouths, tattered lips peeling back to reveal rows of jagged teeth capable of slicing through unprotected flesh. Their skeletal faces have no eyes, only deep sunken sockets from which they can still see. It is not known how they possess vision without eyes but their sense of the detail around them is far too keen to be just from smell, taste and touch alone.
They are no stronger than Humans but possessing no sense of pain the creatures are not hindered by lactic acid or a sense of straining muscles, they are simply at full strength all the time. Due to their lack of sensation killing them is difficult. One has to either cause severe trauma to the brain, decapitate them or destroy their heart. Nothing else will matter.
Naturally stealthy the Wendigo move at a slow pace when no prey is sight and tend to surprise people. There presence, however, is often betrayed by a disgusting, putrid odor of decay and decomposition.
They do not speak, they have no verbal language other than guttural barks and grunts, but they do communicate with another. They are cunning and will also utilize simple weapons when and only when they are at hand. They do not have the presence of mind to carry weapons with them, but will pick up a bat or a knife and use it to their advantage.
Wendigo DO NOT carry a virus, but one clawed or bitten by one will most likely develop an infection if the wound is not cleaned right away.