Background & Miscellaneous

Profession: Underground Medic, ghost with a Scalpel. Occasionally, repairs small electronic appliances, and guns. Knows to manage bombs, both ways. Collector. Owns two horses, Z (mostly her brother's) and W (hers).

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One of the youngest midnights, she's a wiry human w too many pockets and too few explanations.

Often, she takes part in procedures in exchange for old books, art trinkets, teeth, the unseen, or secrets; never money. Her tools are kept in velvet-lined cases that smell faintly of lavender and gun oil, and

hands are always cold, even in the desert heat.

She is polite, almost courtly.
She thanks the dead before she takes from them.
She writes letters.

Only in silence; sometimes, the ticking of something mechanical.

Bent and snapped, fixed then unfixed.

Will not stay, and that doesn't make love wasted. Just… unreturned.

And explosive.



- Your arms! Let it go!

W, Z, L & R - One day.