Veche

Veche

female Human (Half-elf?)

Player: Desk Flying Ace

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General Information
Full Name:	Veche
Nicknames:	Vetch
Age:	Young Adult
Deity:	Unknown
Alignment:	{{}}
Occupation:	Wizard, Artificer-Engineer
Faction/Rank:	Believers of the Source/Factotum
Place of Birth:	Sigil Lower Ward
Physical Attributes
Height:	5'9"
Weight:	Light
Eyes:	Brown
Hair:	Black
Complexion:	Coffee
Physical Build:	More aerobic than power surely.
Physical Features:	Cuts a neat, trim figure with tidily kept hair and a little bit of make-up. Almost theatrical poise and posture.
Skills
A well-known crafter and enchanter of small animated clockwork constructs (insects, puppets, etc.)
Equipment and Items
A tote-bag that never leaves her side. Elaborate headgear, masks and goggles are a frequent adornment.

-Veche made her appearance in planeswalker circles by asking questions, mostly. Bods might say what they want about her but few ever said she seemed uninterested or bored with a wig-wag about all matters pertaining to the multiverse and most of what was in it. Almost inevitably she winds up toying with some small bit of mechanism as she speaks, whether to keep her hands busy or to help focus, though she might have just been playing.

-The young Dazzler has certainly graduated from her cycles of hanging around Planeswalkers trying to steal a little dark on their craft. It is said she has taken to Faction politics with a passion, and the bonebox rattling can't be too far from the truth given her rise in the ranks to Factotum of the Godsmen.

-She has developed what is said to be a unique way to coax a figment of the imagination, a shadow-suffused illusion of simple consciousness, into mechanical automatons. The factotum is frequently accompanied by a wandering bee-like construct, about the size of a house cat but made entirely of copper and brass, which crawls along her person and surroundings with a slow curiosity. Small automatons such as these seem to have become something of a luxury product from the Great Foundry, and mecha-kittens, crabbots and auto-puppets have since been appearing here and there in more affluent households, for the entertainment of their owners.

-An avid shopper, she haunts the bazaar for scrolls, books, and all manner of small nuts, bolts, screws, braces, casings, and other material, whether piecemeal or from derelict salvage.

-If any sod's lips got loose about what she pulled off to gain her Factotum status, they must have gotten stitched fast, because it's still pretty dark. Whatever happened, it was when that gnome artificer, Heingario-something was taking challengers against his giant death sphere, Bahyhla. At least, that's what bloods that can put two and two together without forcing it five are saying. Whatever she did, she was was rewarded with the rank, and with a laboratory and workshop space, so it can't have been a simple errand, and the bloods note, Heingario and his sphere soon vanished.

-Godsmen are perhaps excused from bragging; they merely note their God-like accomplishments as all bodies should before planning for their next great challenge. Veche occasionally points out she successfully put to sleep an ancient Titan-like entity, thus ceasing the spread of a vast transmutative plague across the Wastes of the Outlands.