The Virtuosa Peering Deep into Darkness Dreaming of Labyrinthine Secrets Bound Within

The Void-Voiced

The greatest artist of the Skullstone Archipelago and a Midnight Caste Abyssal, The Virtuosa Peering Deep into Darkness Dreaming of Labyrinthine Secrets Bound Within is a figure who quickly evoked mixed feelings from the Pack.
She is thought to be building some sort of weapon to wield against the Silver Prince, which requires supplies from the Deep West (which Sovereign has agreed to provide).

Physical Description

Identifying Characteristics

Sections of her body (shoulders and wrists seen so far) sport beautiful and vibrant tattoos.

Apparel & Accessories

She has always been see in an elaborate ballgown of black silk, soul

Wealth & Financial state

Vast wealth accessed from Skullstone

Known Intimacies

The Bodhisattva Anointed By Dark Water must be destroyed. (Defining)
I can do better. (Major)
The Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Water (loyalty) Major
Bophu (***) Major
Sovereign (respect) Minor
Sublime Hart (potential annoyance) Minor

Current Status

Trading, crafting in Gullwing; awaiting promised supplies from Sovereign

Current Location

Gullwing

Currently Boarded Vehicle

The Mournful

Age

appears 28

Circumstances of Death

Pour herself into her work, wasting away

Pronouns

she/her

Gender

Female

Eyes

A warm gold as enticing as ambrosia

Hair

Long, sleek, as black as raven feathers; often pulled up in intricate designs

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Porcelain white skin, free of any blemishes, and filled with the chill radiance of the grave

Height

5'5"

Weight

140 lb

Owned Vehicles

• The Mournful

Aligned Organization

Skullstone

Known Languages

Old Realm, Seatongue

Iconic Anima:

The sky above shatters in a thunderous silence, and its fragments fall slowly into a great maw… a perfect circle of the deepest black they have ever seen.  Stray bits of dust, debris, even flakes of Essence of discarded by others drift up into the Void.
As her anima surges, the particulars begin to gather, crystallize, and grow around the black circle in lines of deep violet, creating a fractal maze that encapsulates the black. The Void pulls, gnaws at the inner edge of this labyrinth, but the violet pathways grow, reform greater than they were before.
A voice, beautiful and resplendent, manifold and multiplying as if shared in an inexorably increasing choir, begins to sing low and soft, yet heard in every ear. Her voice pulls at the very soul, promising something more, some wondrous glorious resplendent thing beyond imagining.