Soma Blacktorque, Last Errant of the Great Machine
Soma is young, but her serious and dour mien lends her gravitas. Her eyes in particular are haunting, usually the black of charcoal but flaring into a brilliant fire orange when her passions are aroused; not an uncommon occurrence, for both rage and desolation are quick to surface. A gnome, she is barely over 3' tall, thin and wiry but with strength and stamina that reveal her fey heritage.
In normal dress, Soma tends toward the utilitarian - although she can rarely refuse the small touches of design and material that mark fine craftsmanship. She denies vehemently, however, that such arise from any sense of vanity. Background:
Soma's great-great-grand dame, the matriarch of the clan Onilla Blacktorque was a master of the mechanical in a way perhaps unseen for a half millenium before or since. Her works were not merely gears, but machines that spanned planes and functioned beyond understanding. In the final months of her life, as her mind began to break apart from her knowledge, enhanced by injections of celestial elixir, she imagined a machine capable of creating the very stuff of divinity. While she crumbled and broke, Onilla committed the Schematic of the Great Machine to print for her clan to build after her passing.
The Blacktorque clan descended beneath the surface and began to build. Each master, as they gained understanding of the Machine, felt their mind begin to fracture and eventually slipped into madness. They could speak only of beauty, light, and the inevitable perfection of the Machine's function. Under the guidance of the mad, the Blacktorque labored for five centuries, until at last the Machine was approaching completion.
Soma spent her childhood at work, but upon reaching adulthood she joined the Errants; members who would travel abroad to locate parts, information, or specialists not available within the clan. Soma was collecting materials when disaster struck. Returning to the Machine, she found her clan slaughtered - not merely killed but torn asunder by demons. No other errants returned. At last, lacking any other hope of completing the Machine, Soma opened the Schematic and began to read. Personality:
Under the blows of tragedy and slow work of the Schematic, Soma has already begun to feel her sanity thinning. Her rage grows like a force of magic, erupting in the midst of combat as a soul piercing litany of celestial recounting her clan and the Schematic. Soma realizes the change, as well as the inevitability of madness and destruction, but refuses to abandon her legacy. Each night she reads another page of the Schematic.
Those around her, unknowing of her troubles, find Soma melancholy or volatile; she is eloquent and driven but indecipherable. When able to control her emotion, Soma is quiet, reserved, polite and formal. For her part, Soma holds the lives of those who aid her above all else, save only the Machine itself. They are, after all, her new clan and though they don't know it, they carry on the prophetic word of Onilla toward Divinity. Sexuality:
Unknown. If asked, she notes the superiority of a finely crafted tool to meet one's own needs. Probably a virgin, technically. Sheet: Link