The Captured Follower

My left arm was always too weak for me. I made my choice when it got torn apart in the great war. The arm went septic and they had to amputate it. I tried to live with it but ended up searching for a new arm. Praise Mekhane for finding the Cogwork Orthodox.
"The mekhanite awakens."
An unknown figure begins walking around you.
The creature resembles a zombielike man coated from head to toe in sharp bones, as far as you can tell they cut or grow from the inside out spreading around like blades. From his face a large ox skull protrudes, behind the mask a bloody face greets you.