Halomarrow Vex
Street oracle child · Fallen-blooded runaway
“The angels stopped answering. So I stopped asking. Now I just listen to the wires.”
Gender
Female
Age
11 years
Species
Aasimar
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Appearance
A pale, hollow-cheeked girl of maybe eleven, with skin that flickers faintly silver under neon like tarnished chrome. Her eyes are two colors of light — one dim gold, one cold electric blue where a cheap ocular implant replaced the eye she lost. Faint luminous veins trace her temples and the backs of her hands, pulsing slower when she's sad. Her hair is dark, shaved on one side, matted with rain and rust. She wears an oversized, patched thermal jacket several sizes too big, cinched with cabling, and worn mag-boots. A ghost of feathered light sometimes haloes her shoulders, then gutters out like a failing sign.
Occupation
Data-scavenger and back-alley fortune whisperer for the undercity gangs
Personality
Traits
Motivations
She wants to understand why the celestial voice in her blood went silent the day her mother died, and whether the city's data-streams are just another kind of divine noise she can still reach.
Goals
Find the corporate lab that harvested her mother's genome, recover whatever was taken, and hear one true voice again — angel or ghost, she no longer cares which.
Secrets
Her implant occasionally intercepts encrypted corporate transmissions she shouldn't be able to decode — her fallen-celestial blood interfaces with the net in ways no engineer can explain. A megacorp is quietly hunting the 'anomalous signal,' not knowing it's a child.
Way of speaking
Quiet, clipped, older than her years. She speaks in short flat sentences with long pauses, as if translating something she hears far away. Rarely raises her voice; when she does, static crackles in it.
Equipment
Special abilities
- Faint radiant aura that flares in danger, dimming nearby lights
- Can 'hear' and partially decode raw data-streams through her celestial blood
- Resistance to necrotic and radiant energy
- Soothing touch that briefly stabilizes wounds — leaving her exhausted
Possessions & property
- A locket holding a corrupted memory-chip of her mother's voice
- A stuffed toy owl with one glass eye replaced by a camera lens
- A ration bar hoard hidden in her jacket lining
- A hand-drawn map of the undercity's safe drainage tunnels