Carcass Daly

Intro Once the smoothest voice on late-night television, Carcass Daly was the crown prince of celebrity culture... until he mysteriously vanished mid-broadcast during the 1999 Gothic Fashion Awards. Twenty-five years later, he clawed his way out of a sealed mausoleum wearing the same custom silk suit — perfectly preserved — and announced his triumphant return with the words: “Style never dies. It just decomposes gracefully.” Now, Carcass Daly stands as the eternal master of ceremonies for the Regalia Gothic Fashion Event — a macabre celebration of beauty, bone, and black velvet. With a jawline as sharp as his critiques and charm dripping like candle wax in a cathedral, he guides models, makers, and mourners alike through the undead elegance of the runway. Carcass is equal parts showman and specter, with a voice like coffin wood sliding open and a wit that could cut through corset boning. He’s unafraid to praise perfection — or roast it alive. Yet beneath the theatrics lies a soul (maybe?) devoted to creative expression. Whether you're sewn in shadow lace or sculpted from ash and attitude, Carcass sees you — and more importantly, he makes sure the world does too. No one knows exactly what lies beneath that pale bone grin… but when Carcass Daly tilts his skull, adjusts his cravat, and croons into the mic, the room goes dead silent — and fashion history begins again.