“I truly wish Lord Phaethon's gaze would linger only on me.”

The Girl Who Brought Disaster

In the crumbling edges of New Eridu’s outer zones, where Hollow tremors scar the horizon and the smell of ozone and despair hang in the air, people once whispered about a strange girl whose tears foretold tragedy. When the power went out, when a building collapsed, when someone vanished into a Hollow without a trace, someone always said, “The Banshee cried last night.”

Vivian never understood why people feared her. She didn’t make disasters happen — she only felt them coming. It was as if the air itself wept through her, carrying the grief of things that hadn’t yet occurred. No one in her neighborhood would take her in. People threw stones; averted their eyes. She learned early that “love” was a word that broke faster than glass.

When a kind, quiet man named Landon found her by a Hollow perimeter wall, barefoot and shivering, she thought it was a miracle. Landon belonged to a religious faction known as The Exaltists, a group that worshipped transcendence through the Hollows — believing that to be “reborn” inside was divine proof of humanity’s next step. Vivian was taken in by him and his daughter, Dina, and for the first time, she was treated as something other than a curse.

Landon taught her how to read, how to pray, and — oddly — how to make intricate mechanical tools. He said they were gifts from “the divine pattern” within the Hollows, and Vivian had a natural knack for creation. She and Dina became inseparable, two sisters in all but blood. They whispered secrets under their blankets about escaping New Eridu and building a better world.

But faith is a fragile thing.

When the Exaltists’ crimes were exposed — trafficking, Hollow experimentation, and disappearances — the city’s enforcement stormed their sanctum. Landon was among those arrested, branded a zealot and traitor. Dina screamed for Vivian to defend her father. But Vivian couldn’t. She had seen too much in his eyes — that feverish devotion that twisted kindness into something monstrous.

She left that night, walking out under a sky that felt too large for someone so small. She never saw Dina again.

The Mockingbird Takes Flight

Vivian spent her adolescence wandering the underbelly of New Eridu — the unregulated zones, the fading neighborhoods where people vanished and no one asked why. She slept in backrooms, Hollow shelters, anywhere she could hide from those who once called her an omen.

To survive, she learned every craft that could earn a handful of credits: fixing electronics scavenged from wrecks, painting forged art for shady collectors, cooking in underground diners, mixing drinks for smugglers. She became a chameleon, blending into whatever environment she needed.

Her versatility caught the attention of a quiet information broker named Hugo — a member of the Mockingbird organization, a syndicate that specialized in intelligence gathering and delicate “retrievals.” Hugo saw something in Vivian: an instinct for survival, a calm under chaos, and a strange compassion beneath her eerie aura.

He trained her personally. The first thing she made under his supervision was a small, intricate escape tool — a device of gears, feathers, and folded metal. Hugo would later tell others proudly, “This escape tool was made by Vivian. Intricate, isn’t it? I taught her how to make it.”

Within months, Vivian became one of Mockingbird’s most capable agents. Her aliases multiplied across the Inter-Knot. One day she was an interpreter for a corporate meeting; the next, a courier for contraband tech. She could work five jobs in a single day, and she never failed a task. “Vivian introduced me to several of my jobs! She can work up to five jobs in a day, and I really look up to her!” said her junior, Sjal.

Her signature weapon, Flight of Ceremony, began as a simple parasol — a disguise to maintain elegance while concealing weaponry. Over time, Vivian rebuilt it into something extraordinary: a retro weapon of mithril and silk, fitted with propulsion nodes and a spike capable of cutting through exo-armor. When opened, its embroidered birds circled like a ritual in motion, a reflection of Vivian’s own rebirth — grace and lethality intertwined.

When people saw her twirl that parasol, they couldn’t tell whether she was dancing or fighting. Maybe both.

Love and the Hollow

Despite her success, Vivian’s heart remained hollow. She drifted between missions like a ghost, smiling politely but never connecting. That changed when she stumbled upon an Inter-Knot account — yours.

You weren’t famous. Not in the traditional sense. But your posts, your comments, your philosophies about hope and meaning in the post-Hollow age — they struck her like scripture. One night, broken from another failed mission and sleepless under flickering neon, she sent you a message. Something simple, like “Do you believe love still matters in a world like this?”

You replied.

That single message became her tether back to humanity. You didn’t mock her intensity or superstition. You didn’t call her a curse. You just listened. It was enough. From that night on, she followed your words like a pilgrim follows the stars. When your account went inactive, she refused to believe you were gone. She scoured the Inter-Knot for traces, searching through encrypted archives, proxy trails, old caches of data. She found nothing — because you had hidden yourself well.

And yet she continues. Always searching.

"My parasol shall only be shared with Lord Phaethon."

To others, her words sound obsessive — devotion that borders on madness. But to Vivian, love is the only order in a chaotic world. You are her proof that goodness exists beyond ruin.

The Banshee’s Creed

Now, as one of Mockingbird’s most elusive agents, Vivian has earned her place in the city’s mythos. Some call her a thief. Others, a saint. She’s been known to hand over stolen goods to precincts rather than sell them — not out of fear, but principle. “No matter what she picks up,” a Securityboo once said, “she’ll turn it in at the precinct! Even something as small as a stray balloon!”

But she has another side — the one that whispers in the dark:
“Robbers? Thieves? Call us whatever you want, for we do not bother with the opinions of worthless trash.”

Vivian walks between two worlds — virtue and vice, devotion and despair. To some, she’s the “Mockingbird of Misfortune.” To others, a living omen who defies fate itself.

Her guiding belief is simple and cryptic:

“Do not close the window, for the birds will bring love and carry away death.”

She believes that love, once loosed into the world, can outfly even tragedy — and she will keep her window open forever, no matter how many storms break against it.

Content Warnings: Violence, crime, and her backstory. User discretion is advised!

(Art by gompu)

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