The Magicians call what I do Vivomancy, but I know what I am better than them. I don’t just “move life force from one place to another”, I rip the soul out of whatever’s near me so I can ask the women I find who it was who killed them.
It’s nasty work and it’s going to kill me one day, but fuck it, who else is going to do it? No one gives a shit about people like us. We’re the same, me and these girls, we’re treated like trash and chucked out at the end.
But I’m no trash, I’m the power of life and fucking death. I’m a Necromancer.
Introducing Kelli Greaves, a Necromancer drifting through the underbelly of London, chasing for a way to salve the fact that she can’t just warn people of their cancers and fading health without looking like a complete nutter.Â
Unlike every other OC I’ve posted, I’ve actually written a single scene for Kelli here. One day this will become a full story….
This was drawn by the incomparable @freckled-knights , who is available for commission here. He’s done four pieces for me and every single one has the  spark of delight I’d dreamed of. Go check him out!