Shroud

the Hollowed Voidwalker, is a figure wrapped in the remnants of something forgotten. Her cloak is heavy, textured with wear, its deep folds swallowing the flickering lanternlight of Lanternwood. The hood drapes low over her face, casting shadows that make it difficult to tell where her features begin—or if they’re even fully there. Her presence carries an unsettling stillness, as if the world strains to hold onto her, unsure whether she belongs to it or something beyond. Though the Hollowed do not speak of their origins, Veyne’s form suggests something unfinished, something that was meant to be more or less than what she is now.

Veyne is introspective and contemplative, often lost in thought. She carries an air of melancholy, yet there is a quiet strength in her resolve. She is curious about the world around her, driven by a desire to uncover the mysteries of her existence, even if it means confronting the shadows of her past.

There was never a time Veyne could recall belonging. The streets of Lanternwood accepted her presence, but never fully embraced it. The lanterns burned warmly for others—soft gold in the dimming night—but for her, the glow remained muted, as if hesitant to acknowledge her existence. She walks as if something is missing, her form solid yet never quite anchored. The Hollowed do not speak of their origin, perhaps because they do not know it themselves. Veyne is no exception. She remembers fragments—places she has never stepped, voices that do not belong to any face she has seen. And always, when she dreams, she stands at the edge of the Darken Forest, watching its shifting shadows curl toward her, reaching, whispering.