## Metadata Name: J Holding: None Office: None ## Background You were born on the Voidship Austroconus, a tiny ship with no more than a few hundred people as crew. You were one of four children born that decade, and grew up in a featureless box of a room with a curtained alcove bed for your only private space. Your first thirty-something years of life were spent in quiet contemplation of the void, with occasional punctuation provided by the sonorous hymns of your faith. It wasn't until you were nearly forty that an idea occurred to you. What if you... took over? You'd noticed that no one was really in charge, and there was nothing in the tenets saying it needed to work that way. In fact, when you got down to it, there's not that much in the tenets at all, and certainly nothing saying you couldn't live like a minor deity. You decided to give this "seizing power" idea a shot, and it went surprisingly well. There was a lot of argument, a bit of fighting, a few showy and spectacular executions, and then everything more or less settled back into groove. After you got involved in the politics of the larger faith, you found that your story was surprisingly common. Most Voidsingers seem to have no interest in (or understanding of) power, which is tremendously convenient for those of you who do. The death of the Plaguesmith came as a shock. Her Majesty's favorite servants, the Wend, are supposed to be absolutely unkillable. When Laika-Who-Sang-the-Moon stole a sacred diamond star from the faith's treasury, the Distant Chorus pointed a supernova at her. Her skin was vaporized, her bones turned to plasma, and the planet she was standing on blew away before the main shockwave even arrived. Twenty hours later, Laika tore the head from the First Singer and kicked it into the black hole left behind by the supernova that by rights should have ended her. So, whoever killed the Plaguesmith apparently came up with something worse than a fucking supernova. You don't know what, exactly, that thing is, but you know you want it more than you've ever wanted anything in your entire life. The Voidfaith is nice... great even. There aren't a lot of religions capable of making an argument as compelling as "you can walk through raw space without harm," but there's nothing quite as good as "I can kill a Wend." You'll do anything you can to get your hands on the secret of how it was done. You don't have many good theories yet, but you've seen scions of the various Great Houses pull some real unexpected stuff in the past. They often inherit ancient starships full of powerful relics, and you figure that's as good a place as any to start. It won't be easy to ask the various representatives of the Great Houses whether or not they killed the Empress' favorite hatchet man, but you're pretty sure you can convince them to talk with a bit of time. ## Mechanics ### **Asset: [[Voidsong|Voidsong]]** The harmonious lilt of the cosmos bears you up from second to second. You do not need food, or water, or oxygen. Not even your physical form is truly necessary so long as you can hear the chorus of ages and your own place in the tune. You are immune to physical harm of any kind, and can survive comfortably in the void of space. If you lose a [[Combat|Combat]], you cannot be forced to take damage unless your enemy has at least 5 net advantage. Even then, in a [[Combat#Local|Local]] or [[Combat#Regional|Regional]] scenario, you immediately discorporate and reappear at a safe location upon taking damage. You can only be killed in [[Combat#Global|Global]] or [[Combat#Fleet|Fleet]] scenarios, or if you're attacked by another Voidsinger. ### **Lien: [[Discordant Stars|Discordant Stars]]** The galaxy is not perfect. Not yet. One day, every atom of the galaxy will move in perfect harmony, every photon dance according to its assigned place. The song of the void will resound in all souls, and the galaxy will be free of want and fear. Today, however, the song is stifled, drowned out by a deafening din of disagreement. It is the duty of the Voidsingers to bring the galaxy into harmony and give every living thing a chance to hear the song. In every conversation, at every opportunity, you must attempt to guide others toward the enlightenment of the void. If you ever let an entire conversation go by without attempting to instill spiritual wisdom, you are overcome by remorse and a sense of missed opportunity. If you ever fail to uphold the tenets of the Voidsingers, you lose access to the Voidsong Asset. ## Themes These themes are offered to help inform roleplay, but do not carry a mechanical effect. - Belief without Faith - The Ethics of Power - Well-Armed Prophets