## Metadata Name: P Holding: None Office: None ## Background You were born on the Voidship *Tuliparia*. Unlike most Voidships, yours orbited a single world. That world has no name, it is not remembered on any official census, there is only you to mark its passing, that it ever filled the cosmos with song and laughter. There are many such worlds, though few are aware of them, worlds with no Holding, no Governor. These worlds exist in ignorance of the greater galaxy, their citizens living and dying on the same little orb with no knowledge of another life. You stumbled on yours by accident, the *Tuliparia* was damaged while you were an infant, with you as the sole survivor. By the time you were old enough to pilot it away, you'd fallen in love with that little world you watched on the viewscreen every day. Unfortunately, as the Sages teach, that sort of love leads to loss more often than joy. One day, not long before you were ready to take the helm of your long-dormant vessel, you watched a plague slip across the surface of that planet. Each person it touched bled from the eyes and ears, then vomited their own intestines on the ground. You know the name of this plague, because you know the name of the one who crafted it and gave it sapience. The Crimson Breath devoured that planet, and it could only do so because the Plaguesmith brought it into existence. The death of the Plaguesmith is one of the single most unambiguously good things ever to happen. Not only did his creation kill a world you loved, but his creations have killed uncountable numbers of innocents. You know that the official records place the number in the billions, but those records have no mention of worlds like the one you loved, no idea that his victims outnumber the stars. No, the death of this peerless evil should be celebrated with a cheer fit to shake the firmament. You know, however, that many will feel differently. You're planning to seed as many false rumors as possible ("the Plaguesmith died fighting Red Station in a sparring match," "the Plaguesmith killed himself on accident trying to invent a Wend-eating virus," "the Plaguesmith didn't actually die at all," etc) while also hunting for whoever did it. You don't want to reveal them to the rest of those gathered on the Contemplatory. You want to make sure they survive and escape to tell the whole galaxy and receive the accolades they deserve. ## 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 from 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. ### **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. - Cycles of Vengeance - The Morality, Ethics, and Practical Considerations of Deicide - Observer Phenomena