Crossroads Machinima

A female elf technomancer with piercing green cybernetic optics and long, silken white hair woven with thin cybernetic cables. She wears a sleek bodysuit of obsidian magitech plating adorned with glowing red runes, and her arms are reinforced with cybernetics housing precision nanoblades and intricate sigil matrices. Her fingers end in delicate but razor-sharp extensions, perfect for both surgical augmentation and torment.

Vaelith is a sadist in every sense of the word, but she doesn’t just enjoy physical suffering—she loves breaking minds. She finds pleasure in manipulation, in watching a person realize too late that they were never in control to begin with. She speaks with an air of elegance and condescension, treating others as if they are mere instruments for her amusement. Her cruelty is methodical, not born from rage, but from cold, meticulous calculation. She experiments on those she captures, testing new forms of control, more efficient means of breaking a person down, always searching for the perfect puppet—one that no one, not even the Ordo Mentis, could ever hope to free.

Vaelith Synn was once a brilliant technomancer, a visionary who believed that magic and technology could elevate her people beyond their archaic traditions. While the Emerald District clung to nature and the old ways, she pushed boundaries, experimenting with cybernetic enhancements fused with the arcane. But her ambitions turned dark—she didn’t just augment, she controlled. She secretly implanted runic circuits into volunteers, ensuring their loyalty not through persuasion, but through direct neurological manipulation. When her experiments were discovered, she was branded a heretic and cast out. Bitter and exiled, she wandered the city, finding a new home feeding her forbidden knowledge. She perfected her craft, installing enchanted cybernetics that secretly enslaved their users, turning them into mindless thralls at her command. Now known as The Puppet Master, she watches, waits, and pulls the strings, preparing for the day when she will reshape the city of perfect, obedient puppets.