Where OCs Come to Die

The thin windows, cathedral-like and looming high above her, threw narrow, rigid blocks of light against the opposite wall and spilled onto the floor. Had the windows been made larger, they might have compensated for the immense grey walls and let in more light; as it was, Noy always felt the hallway was too dusty and dark, especially for the home of an Empress. It was routine for her to visit Lenore in the mornings. They were longstanding friends, and according to the Empress, Noy’s counsel was nearly invaluable. Something seemed off that morning, though, there was a change in the air that quickened her steps toward the chamber just around the corner. Another architectural failing, she noted, was how long the hallway was. Perhaps for taller people, people with longer legs, or people who weren’t the size of a child, the journey was much less arduous. She couldn’t only imagine what it might be like to reach the other end and count the minutes on only one hand.

I had never felt so far away; there was something in Noy’s gut that put her on edge, turning her stomach this way and that as she tried to suss out what it might mean. Before she had reached the end of the hallway, the answer presented itself to her: a scream, a smattering of footfalls from some other corridor, a line of guards running toward the chamber. The commotion unfolded before her, laying out each frame in time with her own steps until she was running too and everything blurred together. “Empress?” She called out, hearing the word bounce back down the hallway, as if everyone in the palace were speaking it at the same time. Rounding the corner, she nearly fell, the soles of her shoes squealing at the sudden redirection. “Empress?” Before she reached the door and arm stopped her hard, colliding with her chest and knocking the wind out of her. But it was too late, she’d already caught a glimpse of the room beyond. Of the body.

“What happened?! Empress!” Acid burned in the back of her throat, but she threw herself against the arm again anyway, only to feel another come around her and lift her into the air. Oh, to be the size of the guards that towered over her. “NO, let me go! I’m her advisor!” The voice at her ear muttered something about ‘not anymore’ and that he was ‘just following orders,’ but it meant nothing to her. She caught sight of a stretcher going into the room and emerging a few moments later with someone lying it, covered up so no one would see. Noy blinked back tears, but it only brought them on faster.

“Lenore!” 

Noy has a piece of a sun embedded in her body, resulting in Sustainment. Given the Imperium’s quasi-religious devotion to the sun, Noy was given a position with the ruler of the Imperium at the time under the belief that she would be granted insight into the science and wisdom of celestial bodies.

Lenore’s discovery of Sustainment started with studying the effects of the sun piece in Noy

While Noy is bitter about being stuck in an 8 year old’s body, she does enjoy the occasional piggy back ride from close friends. Only the few people closest to her (one of whom was Lenore) are allowed to treat her like a child without repercussion (within reason, of course).

She really likes jello.

Avery as a UPR citizen stowing away on a ship because fighting sounds exciting and she’s got nothing to lose.

Cass as an LLC experiment, unwillingly subjected to neurological cybernetic enhancements and trained to serve.

Katerina as a brawler from the Detritus Ring, hopping from floating rock to floating rock kicking butt and taking names.