Editing Promethean: The Created (section)

====Faceless, the Tortured Ones====
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::Extempore Sub-Lineage
::'''Progenitor''': World War I (1914-1918)
::'''Humour''': Chlorine
::'''Element''': Poison Gas
On a nameless battlefield in France during World War I, lightning struck a pile of corpses in the mud, men who had once been soldiers but succumbed to chlorine gas. When word of the vaguely human figures rising from the ground spread to the commanders of the Allies and the Central Powers, they were dismissed as fear-induced hallucinations, but alchemists working for both sides saw potential in these Extempores and wished to use them as soldiers, going so far as to deliberately slow the distribution of gas masks in the hopes of producing more potential Faceless. They were so successful that for a time they were the most common Lineage in the world. 

These Prometheans resemble hulking, mud-caked figures whose faces consist only of two eye-holes that they have to bore out themselves and a barely-mobile mouth slit, which they typically cover with gas masks; contained within their dirt-encrusted bodies is a tangled mass of limbs belonging to their constituent corpses, all immersed in an endless flow of toxic chemicals that leaves them in constant pain. Their calm and stoic demeanor belies the agony they suffer from their humour, which drives them to pursue the Pilgrimage with incredible determination and can spur on great feats of self-sacrifice (which is likely why they ceased to exist after the end of the war). After all, death is certainly the fastest way to stop the pain. It is rare for them to join throngs; they prefer to observe humans from afar and learn from their suffering, in the hopes that it might give them insight into their own agony.

The Faceless's Disquiet reminds people of the things they'd rather forget- perhaps their "face" brings forth memories of a long-dead loved one, or something about them reminds the viewer of a an act they regret. Either way, they come to see the Faceless as being responsible for those painful memories and are convinced that the best way to repress them is to kill the Faceless. Their Wasteland evokes the most hellish aspects of World War I trench warfare, with the sound of unseen artillery shells filling the air and visitors feeling as if their lungs are burning from some noxious chemical.