Marsh

*The whole world is connected. Ley-lines, social constructs, genealogies, matter. All of it's wound up in one massive ball of cause and effect. And it makes one wonder- Who, exactly, is pulling the strings? Everywhere you look, someone's trying to get the better of someone or something else. So who's getting the better of them, and just how far back does this rabbit-hole go? What entities lie behind the curtains, playing the common man as puppets - and why. Power? Greed? Or do they hide their macabre hi-jinx just because they can? Contemplate all the questions society tells you no sane mind would consider, and you'll unveil answers that weren't meant to be found. What do halflings have to do with crop circle phenomena? Where did the doppelgangers go from Lightreach? Why would Aboleths perform unseen magics to make the stars appear farther away than they truly are? You never find answers to questions you never ask.*

## Physical Description

### Eye Color

Silver

Marsh is an oddity wherever she travels. Unnervingly attentive to the world around her, she carefully memorized and calculates motives and reasoning behind every action and movement around her. Learning, watching, adapting. The voices in her head always made it difficult to develop into a full personality of her own– their constant questioning and inquiring caused her to learn quickly the mechanics of the natural world - but never how to become a part of society. Since her mind distinctively split into two personnas, Marsh has now found herself with the mental capacity to grow again in new directions. A fresh slate, if you will, and eager to absorb interactions around her so new and foreign to anything she encountered growing up in the Northern Continent. The other personna deals now with the brunt of the questions. The conspiracies. The truth. In her fractured mind, both selves exist in balance - performing their separate tasks as required. One, for personal growth and survival. The other, to draw the picture that brings the world into focus - no matter the cost.

## Contents

* History
* Appearance
* Personality
* Friends
* Foes
* Goals

## History

Cold and unforgiving. These words describe the environment Marsh grew up in, but it isn't so much a description of the terrain as the rest of the features of the 'Northern Continent'. Adaptation to the cold is easy enough, and basic necessities are in a near surprising abundance. It's the people. Perhaps they are better served when described as fauna; it is a documented fact that most animals kill as a means of protection, to defend their territory, or to eat. In this sense, though individual motives may vary - the cutthroat world around Marsh had many of the same hallmarks.

She rarely talks of her past with strangers - you never know if they are spies after all. So most do not know that she was raised alone by her father, though she never saw his face. Or perhaps, she never remembers seeing his face. She's seen paintings of her mother, but in general, her ancestry remains a mystery even to herself. So many questions, so little answers. And her sole role-model wasn't often much help either - distant at best. And so he became the deuteragonist of her life for many years, flipping between the gatekeeper to answers, and her protector and patron. Until she left.

Old enough to desire autonomy, and strong enough to claim it - an adult Marsh knew that life within the walls of her fathers property meant stagnation. Inside, her life was not her own - and no control over her future or destiny. And answers had long since begun to dry up like the hoarse whisper of a informant being strangled. Given months in silent preparation, she packed all the necessary victuals and supplies to survive a trek to the mainland. Even she was careful not to set a specific date - such a thing inevitably gives tells of anticipation, or could be read like a thought. Instead, she casually thought nothing of her plan, performing it as more a curiousity than anything, until the day something happened and she snapped.

I̵̛̪̗͐̇̋͊ḳ̴̰͍͍̺͚̼̗̼͇̙̜̥͍̈́͌̎̚͘ ̶̢̮̻̪̼̦͈̯̀͊̑̒̒͋͒̋̑̔́̚͘̚ͅk̶̪̻̰͙̪̦̙͌̏͝ͅà̷̺͙̩̰͚ͅn̶̢͓͕̗̝̳͋͑͐͂̑͋́̃̇͝͝ ̷̞̥̿̅̆͋̒̇̿̌̅̏̕̚͝ȩ̷̨̧̯̫͈̺͍̞̒͋̉͌̐̌̂͐̓͐́͋͘ŗ̵̹͍̱͚͉̦̖͌̓̒̊͆̅̈́̾̍͛̋̈͘ ̴̨̨̢̹͉̟̩̯͇͙̬̥̼̓̾̽̑͊̾̍̕͘ń̶̡̨̢͚̟̫͙̠̼͂͒̔̀̽͝į̷̻̌͑́͆̏͗̋̇̔͛͒̒͂̉͝e̷̻̠̞̤̳̳̺̥̣̩̅͝t̷̢̬̗̫̣̰̝̙̫̙͔̤̠̄̐̽́̂̀́ ̶͇̣͉̤͉͎̞̲̯́̏̈͂́̒̑̑̇̋͗̑̆͝͝ţ̶͚͉̙̳͓̱̲̦͒͑̔̇̑̚͝e̵̢̩͈̠̟̣̯̻̼̞̝̪̫̾͗̇͜͜g̶̛̱͈̖͎͕̗̊͊̐̂̿̄́ͅę̸̧̡̢̠̹̘̰͖͕̺̞̙̒n̴̨̧͚̱͇͔̥̼̮͇͎͍̒̾̋̍̊̈́̍̿͂͆́̏́̚͝ .̵̧̛̰̥̤͖̫̜͛͌̑͛̂̈́̑̿̕̚.̸̧͈̥̠̹͍͚͈̗͉̺͇̈͒ͅͅ.̵̧̢͎̻̘̙͚̝̖͔̑́̅̔͐͛̿͗͘͜͜͝͠.̶̧̡̡̧̰̭͚̬͔͌̒̾̏̓̎͐̅͆͑̀͘͜͜͝͝.̴̡̮̭̟̲̥̮̪͊͌̄̑̿̉͜͝.̸̢̛͎̭̼̪͉̘̙̜͖͊͒̎̆̀̈́͒̈͆̂̕̕.̸͇͔̈́͑̈́͐.̸̧̦̞̒̔̀̇.̵̧̬̪̠̘̘̜̰̖̝̠͎͝ͅ.̷͈̟͇͖̐.̷͓̦͚̻̗͎͍͇͕̠̳̖̒̀̃̉̑.̷̙̣͚͈̂́̓͌͘͝.̴̪̹̝̦̠̣͙̖̼̘̠̎̃̊͒̋ͅ.̸̡̟̥̔̒̔͊̚.̸̧̭̻̖̬̞͉͚̞̠̙̟̦̘̉̽͒̑̈́̎̐̊͑͗̕͝͝.̵̨̡̤̮̜̰̼̯͙̳̝̼͔͉̦̈́͊.̷̦͋͂̉̀̌͆̈́̽͂͘͘.̵̢̮̱͚̝̀̈́̎̾̄̎͊̀́͘̕.̸̬̝̘̝̠̗̰̻͎̩̓͂̽̇̔̏.̷̞͕͉̖̘̾̌.̸̮͋̏̀̂̈́͌̈́̓̉̆́̂͝.̵̢̜͖͕͚̬͚̺̦̗̐͋̌̈́͘͝.̶̡̡̘͎̼̣̩͇͚̻̼͙̅͌̾͑̇͂.̸̧̡̰̳̼̻̫̠̒̈́̀̔͊͂̀̈́̕͜.̴̲̤̦̜̺̲̬̱̻͈̠̌̎̒.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ.̶͗̓̓̌̉͆̓̈́͊͘͜͝͝͝.̴̨̧̩̖͎͓̟͕̗̝͇̽̐͛̈́̄̀̇͌͠͝.̴̟̜̍.̴̨̲̬̻͎̈́̀̀̏̊̈́̀̎̕͜.̷̢̩̼͖̙̖̪̪̜̱̯̺̊̄́.̷̟̯͕͙̜̮̄͂͌͑͊̀͐͝.̷̨͙̣̯̥̙͉̬͔̱̘̠̳͍̇̂̏̍̐̃.̸̣̮̻̪͎̥͔̖͌̊̉̎͋̓́̋̄̆͌͝.̵̡̛̖̦̟̳̫͇̰̼̆͂̆̽͌̚.̴̳͍͈̓̈̓́̇͌͊͘͝.̵͓̳̰͎̬̖̼͓̄͐̀̉.̴̧̤͙̬̥̗̘̟̓̊͗̒́̉̌͑̈́̇͘͘͘͝.̸͇̗̱̈̎͌̃̿͒̄͊̕ͅ.̷̖͚̓̈́͆.̸̡̛̬̝̻̄͌͛̉͊̓̅̀.̶̨͔̩͇̮͉͇̳͔͖̌̇̇̀̿̌̓̋͗͑̽͝͝.̵̡̛̱̹̝͎̜̂̇̈́́̐͆͝͝.̸̟̏̃̓.̵̡̢͉̭̣͈̼͎͈͈̰̼̩͔̠͑̏̎̌̏́̊̐̓́̂̈͝.̸̨͇̬̺̮̇̌̾̈́̅̄̈́̇͘͝.̵̡̮̯̜͓͇̫̼̗̙͍͕͔͌͊͜.̵͖͔̬̗̠̠̦̃̾̋͋͊͆͛̽̉̋͊.̶̛͔̋̀͝.̸̧̝̜͎͚̤̺̮͙̞̙͔̹̺̹̽̅̚.̷̧̪̠͕̜͓̹̣͉̯̪̞͐͐̌͊̂͊̽͒͗͆͒̕.̸̪͖͎͎̖̇̅̆͒̎̂̊̅̑̀̔̈́̈́̚.̶̛̺̜͍̗̤͕̖̝͉̻̜͕̇͛͐͒͒̇̇̊̌͠.̵̧̛̰̥̤͖̫̜͛͌̑͛̂̈́̑̿̕̚.̸̧͈̥̠̹͍͚͈̗͉̺͇̈͒ͅͅ.̵̧̢͎̻̘̙͚̝̖͔̑́̅̔͐͛̿͗͘͜͜͝͠.̶̧̡̡̧̰̭͚̬͔͌̒̾̏̓̎͐̅͆͑̀͘͜͜͝͝.̴̡̮̭̟̲̥̮̪͊͌̄̑̿̉͜͝.̸̢̛͎̭̼̪͉̘̙̜͖͊͒̎̆̀̈́͒̈͆̂̕̕.̸͇͔̈́͑̈́͐.̸̧̦̞̒̔̀̇.̵̧̬̪̠̘̘̜̰̖̝̠͎͝ͅ.̷͈̟͇͖̐.̷͓̦͚̻̗͎͍͇͕̠̳̖̒̀̃̉̑.̷̙̣͚͈̂́̓͌͘͝.̴̪̹̝̦̠̣͙̖̼̘̠̎̃̊͒̋ͅ.̸̡̟̥̔̒̔͊̚.̸̧̭̻̖̬̞͉͚̞̠̙̟̦̘̉̽͒̑̈́̎̐̊͑͗̕͝͝.̵̨̡̤̮̜̰̼̯͙̳̝̼͔͉̦̈́͊.̷̦͋͂̉̀̌͆̈́̽͂͘͘.̵̢̮̱͚̝̀̈́̎̾̄̎͊̀́͘̕.̸̬̝̘̝̠̗̰̻͎̩̓͂̽̇̔̏.̷̞͕͉̖̘̾̌.̸̮͋̏̀̂̈́͌̈́̓̉̆́̂͝.̵̢̜͖͕͚̬͚̺̦̗̐͋̌̈́͘͝.̶̡̡̘͎̼̣̩͇͚̻̼͙̅͌̾͑̇͂.̸̧̡̰̳̼̻̫̠̒̈́̀̔͊͂̀̈́̕͜.̴̲̤̦̜̺̲̬̱̻͈̠̌̎̒.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ.̶͗̓̓̌̉͆̓̈́͊͘͜͝͝͝.̴̨̧̩̖͎͓̟͕̗̝͇̽̐͛̈́̄̀̇͌͠͝.̴̟̜̍.̴̨̲̬̻͎̈́̀̀̏̊̈́̀̎̕͜.̷̢̩̼͖̙̖̪̪̜̱̯̺̊̄́.̷̟̯͕͙̜̮̄͂͌͑͊̀͐͝.̷̨͙̣̯̥̙͉̬͔̱̘̠̳͍̇̂̏̍̐̃.̸̣̮̻̪͎̥͔̖͌̊̉̎͋̓́̋̄̆͌͝.̵̡̛̖̦̟̳̫͇̰̼̆͂̆̽͌̚.̴̳͍͈̓̈̓́̇͌͊͘͝.̵͓̳̰͎̬̖̼͓̄͐̀̉.̴̧̤͙̬̥̗̘̟̓̊͗̒́̉̌͑̈́̇͘͘͘͝.̸͇̗̱̈̎͌̃̿͒̄͊̕ͅ.̷̖͚̓̈́͆.̸̡̛̬̝̻̄͌͛̉͊̓̅̀.̶̨͔̩͇̮͉͇̳͔͖̌̇̇̀̿̌̓̋͗͑̽͝͝.̵̡̛̱̹̝͎̜̂̇̈́́̐͆͝͝.̸̟̏̃̓.̵̡̢͉̭̣͈̼͎͈͈̰̼̩͔̠͑̏̎̌̏́̊̐̓́̂̈͝.̸̨͇̬̺̮̇̌̾̈́̅̄̈́̇͘͝.̵̡̮̯̜͓͇̫̼̗̙͍͕͔͌͊͜.̵͖͔̬̗̠̠̦̃̾̋͋͊͆͛̽̉̋͊.̶̛͔̋̀͝.̸̧̝̜͎͚̤̺̮͙̞̙͔̹̺̹̽̅̚.̷̧̪̠͕̜͓̹̣͉̯̪̞͐͐̌͊̂͊̽͒͗͆͒̕.̸̪͖͎͎̖̇̅̆͒̎̂̊̅̑̀̔̈́̈́̚.̶̛̺̜͍̗̤͕̖̝͉̻̜͕̇͛͐͒͒̇̇̊̌͠,̸̢̧̬̠̣̲̳̘̺̯̜̯̼̮̥͛̈́̈̽̑͒̐̽ ̴̧̥̤̠́̀͂̂.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ .̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆ ȅ̶̋ͅŗ̸̨̥̠͖̩̝͉͎̜̙͐̃͜ ̶̛̭́̽̎͒͛̃b̶̢̰̰͍̤͙͓͇͉̙͕͉̰́̃̽́̂̽̎̓̌̂̊̈́͝e̸̢̯͖̮͖̭͚̅̎͜͜ͅͅs̷̡͉̼̲̖̜͇͔̭̣̰̘̩̥̅͜ṭ̸̖̥̲̼̹̦͈͉̃̕å̷̞̟̖̋͗̉́̊̄̚̕͝a̸̢̘̩̎͑̏̓͘ṉ̴͙̲̌̽ ̶̧̡̬̼̟͊̊̋̏̓͑́̌​̶̥͕̩͈̖͆͊̈́̊̽​̷̗̞̦̼̻̱̈̈́̅͒̾g̴̡̢̹̼̙̲̮͓̃̄̈́͑̀͊̔̀̈́́͌͐̾̈͌e̵̡̛̬̦̝̥͚̳͍̳͆̑̏̈́͊̕͜ḩ̵̨̬̯̳͖͖̋̿̈̐͆̏͛ĕ̴̢̨͍̠͚̝̝̟̞̖̻͒̇̌͊͂̽͂̊͠i̵̝̻̰̼̱̮̾͂́͆̀̏͂̈́̓ḿ̸̡̧̟̻͆̈͊̑̃̓̓͠͝e̶̢̧̞̺̘͉̖͈͚͂̂̽̑̌̈́͆̃͊̋̀͛̔͌͑ň̶͕̜̺̱̩̝͓̪̟͖̌̅̃̆̎̐̄̾̐̿̇͐͘͜;̶̡̛̯͎̹̼̣͉̝̫̦̔͆̉̄̏̀͂́̒͘̚ ̶̪̾e̴̲̓n̸̗̥̼̝̦͈̮̈̓̿͆͑̄̑̀͛̾̉̄͘͜͝ .̷̙̣͚͈̂́̓͌͘͝.̴̪̹̝̦̠̣͙̖̼̘̠̎̃̊͒̋ͅ.̸̡̟̥̔̒̔͊̚.̸̧̭̻̖̬̞͉͚̞̠̙̟̦̘̉̽͒̑̈́̎̐̊͑͗̕͝͝.̵̨̡̤̮̜̰̼̯͙̳̝̼͔͉̦̈́͊.̷̦͋͂̉̀̌͆̈́̽͂͘͘.̵̢̮̱͚̝̀̈́̎̾̄̎͊̀́͘̕.̸̬̝̘̝̠̗̰̻͎̩̓͂̽̇̔̏.̷̞͕͉̖̘̾̌.̸̮͋̏̀̂̈́͌̈́̓̉̆́̂͝.̵̢̜͖͕͚̬͚̺̦̗̐͋̌̈́͘͝.̶̡̡̘͎̼̣̩͇͚̻̼͙̅͌̾͑̇͂.̸̧̡̰̳̼̻̫̠̒̈́̀̔͊͂̀̈́̕͜.̴̲̤̦̜̺̲̬̱̻͈̠̌̎̒.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ.̶͗̓̓̌̉͆̓̈́͊͘͜͝͝͝.̴̨̧̩̖͎͓̟͕̗̝͇̽̐͛̈́̄̀̇͌͠͝.̴̟̜̍.̴̨̲̬̻͎̈́̀̀̏̊̈́̀̎̕͜.̷̢̩̼͖̙̖̪̪̜̱̯̺̊̄́.̷̟̯͕͙̜̮̄͂͌͑͊̀͐͝.̷̨͙̣̯̥̙͉̬͔̱̘̠̳͍̇̂̏̍̐̃.̸̣̮̻̪͎̥͔̖͌̊̉̎͋̓́̋̄̆͌͝.̵̡̛̖̦̟̳̫͇̰̼̆͂̆̽͌̚.̴̳͍͈̓̈̓́̇͌͊͘͝.̵͓̳̰͎̬̖̼͓̄͐̀̉.̴̧̤͙̬̥̗̘̟̓̊͗̒́̉̌͑̈́̇͘͘͘͝.̸͇̗̱̈̎͌̃̿͒̄͊̕ͅ.̷̖͚̓̈́͆.̸̡̛̬̝̻̄͌͛̉͊̓̅̀.̶̨͔̩͇̮͉͇̳͔͖̌̇̇̀̿̌̓̋͗͑̽͝͝.̵̡̛̱̹̝͎̜̂̇̈́́̐͆͝͝.̸̟̏̃̓.̵̡̢͉̭̣͈̼͎͈͈̰̼̩͔̠͑̏̎̌̏́̊̐̓́̂̈͝.̸̨͇̬̺̮̇̌̾̈́̅̄̈́̇͘͝.̵̡̮̯̜͓͇̫̼̗̙͍͕͔͌͊͜.̵͖͔̬̗̠̠̦̃̾̋͋͊͆͛̽̉̋͊.̶̛͔̋̀͝.̸̧̝̜͎͚̤̺̮͙̞̙͔̹̺̹̽̅̚.̷̧̪̠͕̜͓̹̣͉̯̪̞͐͐̌͊̂͊̽͒͗͆͒̕.̸̪͖͎͎̖̇̅̆͒̎̂̊̅̑̀̔̈́̈́̚.̶̛̺̜͍̗̤͕̖̝͉̻̜͕̇͛͐͒͒̇̇̊̌͠.̵̧̛̰̥̤͖̫̜͛͌̑͛̂̈́̑̿̕̚.̸̧͈̥̠̹͍͚͈̗͉̺͇̈͒ͅͅ.̵̧̢͎̻̘̙͚̝̖͔̑́̅̔͐͛̿͗͘͜͜͝͠.̶̧̡̡̧̰̭͚̬͔͌̒̾̏̓̎͐̅͆͑̀͘͜͜͝͝.̴̡̮̭̟̲̥̮̪͊͌̄̑̿̉͜͝.̸̢̛͎̭̼̪͉̘̙̜͖͊͒̎̆̀̈́͒̈͆̂̕̕.̸͇͔̈́͑̈́͐.̸̧̦̞̒̔̀̇.̵̧̬̪̠̘̘̜̰̖̝̠͎͝ͅ.̷͈̟͇͖̐.̷͓̦͚̻̗͎͍͇͕̠̳̖̒̀̃̉̑.̷̙̣͚͈̂́̓͌͘͝.̴̪̹̝̦̠̣͙̖̼̘̠̎̃̊͒̋ͅ.̸̡̟̥̔̒̔͊̚.̸̧̭̻̖̬̞͉͚̞̠̙̟̦̘̉̽͒̑̈́̎̐̊͑͗̕͝͝.̵̨̡̤̮̜̰̼̯͙̳̝̼͔͉̦̈́͊.̷̦͋͂̉̀̌͆̈́̽͂͘͘.̵̢̮̱͚̝̀̈́̎̾̄̎͊̀́͘̕.̸̬̝̘̝̠̗̰̻͎̩̓͂̽̇̔̏.̷̞͕͉̖̘̾̌.̸̮͋̏̀̂̈́͌̈́̓̉̆́̂͝.̵̢̜͖͕͚̬͚̺̦̗̐͋̌̈́͘͝.̶̡̡̘͎̼̣̩͇͚̻̼͙̅͌̾͑̇͂.̸̧̡̰̳̼̻̫̠̒̈́̀̔͊͂̀̈́̕͜.̴̲̤̦̜̺̲̬̱̻͈̠̌̎̒.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ.̶͗̓̓̌̉͆̓̈́͊͘͜͝͝͝.̴̨̧̩̖͎͓̟͕̗̝͇̽̐͛̈́̄̀̇͌͠͝.̴̟̜̍.̴̨̲̬̻͎̈́̀̀̏̊̈́̀̎̕͜.̷̢̩̼͖̙̖̪̪̜̱̯̺̊̄́.̷̟̯͕͙̜̮̄͂͌͑͊̀͐͝.̷̨͙̣̯̥̙͉̬͔̱̘̠̳͍̇̂̏̍̐̃.̸̣̮̻̪͎̥͔̖͌̊̉̎͋̓́̋̄̆͌͝.̵̡̛̖̦̟̳̫͇̰̼̆͂̆̽͌̚.̴̳͍͈̓̈̓́̇͌͊͘͝.̵͓̳̰͎̬̖̼͓̄͐̀̉.̴̧̤͙̬̥̗̘̟̓̊͗̒́̉̌͑̈́̇͘͘͘͝.̸͇̗̱̈̎͌̃̿͒̄͊̕ͅ.̷̖͚̓̈́͆.̸̡̛̬̝̻̄͌͛̉͊̓̅̀.̶̨͔̩͇̮͉͇̳͔͖̌̇̇̀̿̌̓̋͗͑̽͝͝.̵̡̛̱̹̝͎̜̂̇̈́́̐͆͝͝.̸̟̏̃̓.̵̡̢͉̭̣͈̼͎͈͈̰̼̩͔̠͑̏̎̌̏́̊̐̓́̂̈͝.̸̨͇̬̺̮̇̌̾̈́̅̄̈́̇͘͝.̵̡̮̯̜͓͇̫̼̗̙͍͕͔͌͊͜.̵͖͔̬̗̠̠̦̃̾̋͋͊͆͛̽̉̋͊.̶̛͔̋̀͝.̸̧̝̜͎͚̤̺̮͙̞̙͔̹̺̹̽̅̚.̷̧̪̠͕̜͓̹̣͉̯̪̞͐͐̌͊̂͊̽͒͗͆͒̕.̸̪͖͎͎̖̇̅̆͒̎̂̊̅̑̀̔̈́̈́̚.̶̛̺̜͍̗̤͕̖̝͉̻̜͕̇͛͐͒͒̇̇̊̌͠,̸̢̧̬̠̣̲̳̘̺̯̜̯̼̮̥͛̈́̈̽̑͒̐̽ ̴̧̥̤̠́̀͂̂.̷̟͉̦͈̘̤̦̏̾̆̏̈̂͊́̃.̶̱͉̥̿̈͊̒̾͌͜.̶̰̤͇̻͓̱̥͍̲͍̣̝̟́͋͐͘͜ͅ.̷̖̹̖̠͌̉̾̀́͊̈́̎́̆͗̿͆̈͘.̸̝̅.̴̧͚͔͎̤̥͈̔͆.̷̨͍̙͎͓͖̗̯̂̔͆̾̑͗̐̀̓̀͝͝ͅ.̶̨̱̳͕̠̲̒͋̐͗͘͝.̴̩͚̤̮̪͕͖͂̅͐̕ͅ.̶̗̝̈́̌̈́͂̇͝͠.̵͚͎̰̞̮̥͙̎̃͂̄̇͜͠.̵̙͇̦̺̳̦̠͊́̆̉̔́̿̉̇͋́̂͌̇͝.̸̧̙̪͙̲̱͓̟̬̠̝̖̥͉͊͐̿̓͊̊̈͝.̵͉͎̳̺̥͛̎̂.̶̢͍͙̟̼̉͋̍͛̓͒͛̋͛̿͒́̌͘͝.̸̧͉͙̳̥͈̖̠̃́̇̃͒.̴̨̤̻̖̣͈͍̝̫̮̼̞̯̱̽͜.̷̢͚̼̻̥̜̮̜̬́͌̈́̒.̶̖̮͓̠̦͙͍̩̞̍̓̎͗̆̈̆̽͊͊͗̉̚̕.̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̵̨̠͕͑̉͠.̶̨͇̝͍̼͙̗̺̥̤͂͜.̵̬̼̼͙̪̹͎͇̩̋̑̋͆̇͘̕ͅ .̵̨̥̩̹̤͚͍̽́̒͋̐̀̈́͒̀.̷̨͎̫̟̼͍͓̱̜̉̽.̴̱͍̞̜̲͎̓͋̇͗̒̽͆͝ͅ.̷̛̦̠̰̳̗̱̱̰͙̦̺͙̊́̄̍̓̈̉͒̓.̶̢̨̛̻͎̖̺͓̹̣͖͈̣͍͍̩͂͊͑̈́́͘.̶̡̡̗̣̻̝̬̝̺̥̫͖̈͑̒̆͒̔͊̀͗̌̊.̸̼̞͍͙̿̊̒.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆.̷̧͚͈͕͎̫̟͖͚̟̰̇̈́͛̌́̐̐͊̈́̒̒̚͝.̷̘̮̤̤̜̰͉͙̠̂̒̿͋̅̒͑̑̿͗̋͌͋͝͠.̴̢̢̺̮̜̪̂́͑͌̕ͅ.̴͕̲̉̌̈́̄̀͗̐̈́͒̈́͠.̶̢̧͎͚̱̥̟̥̼̗̊̈̓̍.̴̛͔͕̞̥͇̦̤̼̖̲̰̬̈́̂̑͂̈́͛̏̽͂̆̕ͅ.̴̺̭̺̾̈͆ ̸̣̤͖̍͆̀͜ẅ̴̡̪̲̣̜̜̖͕́̑̂̌͌̓͝i̶̪̽͠ĕ̸̡̛̘̬̦̳̣̽̾̔͊̌̚̕ ̷̧̛̛͕̭̻̦̤̌̑̓͋̐̾̓̚͘į̵͓̦̳͗͊ṡ̵̤̖̪̣͉̯̦̞͇͉͋̎̄͆͂̅̂̈́͊̾͒̅͝ ̴̢̖̟̺͔͓̳̰̎͒̽̔͂͐́̿d̵̗̰̗̭̼̘̫̦̹̻͔̜̾͜ͅę̴̜͕̟͖̲̦̖͉̬̩͉̪̜͛̃͛̀̑̿̇͗͒̒͌͛͌̚͝ ̴̞̣̻̲̳̭̳̮̥̦̝̤͐́g̴̢̩̲͙̺̰̫̖̝͚̅͊̽́͌̌͛͆̀͆̾̿̑̅͠ŕ̵̢̛͔̫̩̽͛͌̓̑̒̌͛͂̏͠o̶̗̍͆͝t̶̳̓̾̈́̚͘ȇ̵͙̹̱̟͕̳̘͖̎͛̏̂ ̷̠͍͝p̶̖͓̬͙̭̰͇̣̘͒͒́͊̑̆͒̀̆͑̽̑̚͠͝ȏ̸̹͕̥͈̠͉̺̺̣͘͘͝ͅp̸̧̮͔̫̂̏̽̀̽̓͐͊̽͝p̵̛̗̦̰͎͖̘̹̦̣͙͔̃̓̑̒̄̆ẹ̵̛̥͇̜̤̌͐̎͊͛͋͂̃̏̽ͅń̷̢̇̉̽̈͋͘s̶̢̥̟̤̤̗̮͉̙̳͎͓̦̎̄̇̅͂͜͝p̶̧̛̗̹̹͍͖̯̼̳̬̰̯̙̠̀̋̉̎́̽̋͂͋̊̉̕e̶̛̮͖̹̩̰͎̥̹̼̜̩̊̄͛̌̉͆̾͌̆̄̀̚l̷̢̙̟̳͓̱̣͚͇͇͒̀̅͆͋̉e̵̛̛̱̝̽̎̓̋͛͊͆̚r̷̡͔͈̱͎͎̒̾̚͜

And so, a new shattered identity evolved. One capable of pursuing her plans, finding the ideals of truth, and revealing them to the world. The trip took months, but finally she reached the opposite shore. The Mainland.

Shortly after landing, she was briefly accosted by a small-time seafaring thief who believed he had found an easy mark. After relieving a foolish pirate of his firearm and a portion of his sanity, she found the whole experience a mix of exhilarating and frustrating. Nothing to do with the would-be-brigand, but the firearm. Such a weapon could exist, so mundane and yet near magical in it's construction. She puzzled over it for nearly a week, studying it's every flaw and geometry. By the end, she felt confident she understood it's making in order to try her own hand at Death's timepiece, and left the old one by the shore where she found it. After all, one couldn't be too certain it wasn't trapped, or cursed. If someone sent the man, who's to say they weren't using it to scry on her? Best leave it behind.

## Appearance

Incredibly pale with silver eyes and white hair, Marsh's body is a matches her style- one of near monochromatics broken only by her use of red accents. A skinwalker by nature, he's never bothered to attempt to take on her more human form - and why should she? It was weaker, less perceptive. So instead, she always wears her subtle features everywhere she goes - not of pride per se, but neither a lack of shame. Her ears point out (though more batlike - not dissimilar to that of an elves) and have small tufts of soft white fur along their backs. All along her back and her upper arms actually, is soft but incredible thin and near translucent white hairs. One would double take to notice them by sight alone, though as she regularly covers them with a jacket in her natural form, there are very few who'd have had the chance. Her other racial traits are likewise non-visible.

However, when more aggressively pursuing a goal - she uses her identity known as "Face". Though to a highly trained eye - some might catch onto similarities between appearances of the two - Face is intended to be a veil of anonymity; just the same as those of the answers she seeks. In start irony to her name, Face actually has no face- eyes, a if someone had erased the most clear defining features to leave only the indentation that implies eyes, a nose, and a jaw that moves when it speaks as if there were lips to visually accompany the sounds made as she speaks. Perhaps this is one last vestige of her memory of her father - both role-model, and faceless entity at the same time. A new gatekeeper to truth and secrets that the old held so tight-lipped.

## Personality

Marsh's base identity is highly adaptive. With the majority of the distracting thoughts shifted to the personality that deals with them, she's now free to develop a personality of her own. Initially cold and curious it's not due to a lack of care, but merely being a fresh slate that takes imprints of those around them. So those who make a comment or aside today, may very well find it repeated back to them in similar contexts at a later date. Thus, Marsh begins to reason for herself, and absorb facets of others identities as she sees fit or compatible with what she has already hoarded.

Face, however - is much more vocal and specific. Unafraid, and unabashed to share it's knowledge - and more than willing to "illuminate" others on questions they ought to be asking themselves, or else truths that it currently is pursuing. Though more than willing to work with others - their paranoia means that they're always ready for betrayal from anyone, at anytime. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

## Friends

Marsh has in fact, a long lost brother Corva

## Foes

Those who would conceal truths for their own gain. Truth is a universal right.

Those who manipulate social structures to protect their own selves and secrets.