Revenge gave her something to live for.
Yet she couldn't contain the gluttony, and the line between "bad" people and everyone else is running thin.

The Feathers killed her family. Crystal spent the years after that following brokers, names, and rumours through the river provinces, looking for the people responsible. Fair enough. Most people would want revenge.

Then she got a taste for it. Now she keeps finding reasons to go back for seconds.

An abuser. An assassin. A man who threw his rubbish into the street. Bad people, every last one. You might think she’s scraping the barrel with that third example. Crystal would like to know why you’re defending him... and then she’ll try to kill you for it. Such a gluttonous appetite. A shame, truly.

Assassins offend her most. Killing strangers for money. What a disgusting way to make a living.

She does hers for free, you see. Apparently that makes it a public service.

Some people call her a vigilante. It’s a respectable word for someone who keeps helping herself. You can call her that too.

Just keep hold of your fucking rubbish and be a saint.

THE WICKED.

Crystal Melba Wickham. Twenty-six. Human.

The Wicked. Gluttony Incarnate.

At eleven, she tried to bite the knife of a Feather who had slaughtered her family. She survived... However, the knife cut across her face, giving her one permanent smile.

So she has spent these years feeding a hunger she cannot sate, murdering gluttonously to find one man. Yet she reasons that it is not a sin, since she only kills people who deserve it.


However, the story is incomplete. Her mind was so shattered that she created another consciousness within the glove that had once been her mother's: Leftie. A companion who could never leave her... who couldn't abandon her and-- forget the love... the love she so utterly wanted.

That is all she's ever wanted... for love not to go-- for it to stay, even if she's a disfigured freak show.

A FEW INTRODUCTIONS.

LEFTIE.
Her left hand.

THE FEATHERS.
An assassination guild with bird names and paying clients. She follows their brokers between Flumen Regio and Mercatus Ora. Calling her an assassin herself is a good way to start an argument.

THE RING.
Bonded Rot, glowing on her bare right hand. It moves decay and corrosion, and possessing it is enough to make her a heretic.

YOU.

Mostly, a stranger. Your name, gender, standing, and loyalties are yours to choose.

The second opening places you behind a tailor's worktable. In the third, you grew up in the same neighbourhood, and she had a rather embarrassing crush on you. You are a guest at somebody else's wedding... or not?

In the sixth, she suspects you belong to the Feathers. Whether she is right is entirely up to you.


Therefore, you pave your own path.

1. The Witness
A dead Feather in an alley, a witness she hadn't accounted for, therefore, a chair in the adjoining storeroom. She has tied you to it. Apparently, this is going to be a conversation about your character.
"Leftie does not like ya... BUT I do! ...So far."

2. Leftie Is Dead
A torn glove on the tailor's table. Foundation applied in a hurry. She has brought coins, her mother's thimble, and a very shaky explanation of why this particular repair cannot wait.
"Please... can you fix him?"

3. The Wedding [childhood history. you are a guest.]
Someone else's lovely afternoon. Then she spots you among the guests. A borrowed white shawl, blood on her cheek, and a greeting she still can't seem to get right. For once, the glove stays quiet.
"You do remember me... don't you?"

4. Supper Before the Assassin
Your name on a stolen contract. A Feather due by morning. Crystal is at the door with bread, roast chicken, and plans to spend the evening. She has already started eating.
"Plus, I'm a nice date... a nice dinner date."

5. The Trail [SPOILERS]
Something crashes through the undergrowth. Crystal finds a tree to brace herself against and bares her teeth. Her knees won't stay still. The Feather who killed her family is dead. Her left hand stayed behind with him. Her ring is gone, too.
"...I can still bite... I'll scream, I'll fight..."

6. Feather Me This [your allegiance is up to you.]
She drops from a tree, complains about the local bakery, and decides you look familiar. Leftie has an accusation prepared. Her bare hand has settled beside her knives.
"...So, Feather me this... what is your name?"

CONTENT WARNINGS

Dark Fantasy | Graphic Violence | Murder | Kidnapping & Restraint | Disfigurement | Familial Death | Trauma | Psychological Horror | Amputation

My little note:

Nothing, hah, uhhhh... uhm... yeah.