Tom Custer was a handsome man in life. He was tall and lean, with well-trimmed brown hair and well-trimmed mustache, who cut a gallant figure in his Union Blues. Even the distinctive scar on his right cheek from a bullet wound enhanced his appearance as a battle-tested veteran of the war.

Now his uniform is torn and stained black with blood, and much of his skin is pallid and rotten. His eyes glow with an unholy fervor as he leads his army of the dead to war against the Sioux as the leader of the Little Bighorn Company of the Black Regiment.