## Metadata Name: O Holding: None Office: None ## Background You were born on the Voidship Fenestrata, a sphere the size of a large moon which moves through the space between worlds on an eternal, wandering quest for enlightenment. Each space within the Fenestrata was an identical featureless sphere, with the bulkhead automatically reconfiguring itself as needed. You have lived a life of simplicity, inner peace, and contemplation of the cosmos. Of course, you also rose to power within the faith, which is not something a person can manage without a significant degree of skill and a comfort spilling oceans of blood over minor theological disputes. For decades now, you have enjoyed the comfort and quiet which can only come to those who have waded through corpses for their exalted position. The death of the Plaguesmith concerns you. Few know it, but the Voidsingers (or, as you're more properly known, the Singers of the Distant Void) were originally founded by an ally of the Plaguesmith, remembered only as the First Singer. While most of the galaxy reviled the Plaguesmith as a source of horror and death, the Voidsingers teach something different. According to the doctrine of your faith, the Plaguesmith was a dangerous but necessary force, shaping the galaxy and hardening it against greater threats to come. The Voidsingers believe that the galaxy will one day be tested in a great battle, with Her Majesty the Celestial Empress leading her faithful against the darkness of intergalactic space. Now, you must determine how best to continue that preparation. Should you guide the galaxy to war in order to sharpen it against the horrors to come, or should you seek to bring about peace and collaboration in hopes that the death of an immortal prophecies the Day of Unity. ## 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. - Faith, Foxholes, and the Connections Therein - Enlightenment as a Profession - The Perceived Utility of War