Send me an Angel
Introducing Filo! Harengon Warlock
A Private Investigator in Fardock, a poor ward of the Transversal, Philomena Lapine lives a life between bad and worse. Most of her days are spent hungover, and her nights are spent drunk. Or. They were before ‘It’ found her.
Most people would call it a conscience. Except it’s louder than most. It’s a little more demanding. It calls for large public acts of altruism and for evildoers and oppressors to be “shown the light of Heaven that they may be judged!” And every directive is accompanied by the sound of wordless choral music, light behind her eyes, and an impression of feathered wings bright against an aetheric glow. More so, it keeps teaching her things. Like how to shoot energy from her hands, or weave illusions.
Filo ignores most of it. Standing up to the Corpos is a good way to wind up spaced on the Transversal. Standing up directly that is… so she finds other ways to appease ‘it’. Sometimes that’s a file of pics dropped into the lap of CitSec, other times it’s protecting the bad from worse. She knows she can’t stop the powerful, the Corpos, from running roughshod over the poor and unfortunates of the Tranversal. But she can keep them from the worst outcome. And now, with ‘it’ as a ghost in her cyberbrain, she must.