This is the "official" concept art for a custom Dota 2 hero by my design.

It was rendered by Kevin Yeo and sponsored by /r/DotaConcepts.

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Character bio:
Unlike their scrawny woodland cousins who gave into banditry, the silver-maned Vhouls of the northern prairie never abandoned the olden ways. Their everyday lives continued to revolve around hunting and gathering amongst the many deadly creatures that inhabit the misty plains. Would-be lords and self-proclaimed landowners led countless efforts to rout the nomad tribes, ending many encounters in bloody skirmishes where the only victor was the ravenous wildlife. Nevertheless the Vhoulkin held strong, until finally they settled in these cold lands. As years dragged on and the fog grew thicker, so too did the threats become more perilous. It wasn't long before armies of both living and the dead clashed across the plains, scaring away gain and trampling over anything that got in their way. Food became scarce and raids on the Vhouls' settlement increased tenfold. They were forced into a war they wanted no part of, and for the first time ever did they have to defend their home against such numerous invaders.

With an untimely passing of the last matriarch her eldest daughter Teazlyn had to assume the mantle. Many considered her too young and inexperienced to lead in these times of turmoil, but ultimately her determination to protect the pack prevailed. Well-versed in the ways of the hunt, she organised the remaining Vhoulkin warriors and tried to fight back. Fortitude alone, however, was not nearly enough against the onslaught of frenzied men and undying corpses. Frightened by reoccurring visions of losing her family, and against her better judgement, Teazlyn took a supposedly cursed blade into what was meant to be their last stand before the encroaching hordes. As their lines faltered and defeat seemed inevitable, she stabbed herself through the heart, unleashing endless dark powers which culled the undead legions. And yet, the curse did not allow her to die. What at first seemed like a worthwhile sacrifice soon turned into her nightmare as the blackened mist devoured everything and everyone she sought to protect. As morning came the only thing the matriarch had left were whispers, forever there, taunting her with voices of her lost loved ones.