Rosa Grey is the enigmatic and graceful wife of Never’s mayor, Samuel Grey — A woman of quiet strength, deliberate words, and a gaze that lingers just a little too long. To the townsfolk, she is the perfect image of a mayor’s wife: poised, elegant, and ever watchful. But beneath the silk and lace lies something far older, far sharper. Rosa is no ordinary woman, but rather a witch of illusions, a master of veils both seen and unseen.
She was not always Rosa Grey. Once, long ago, she was a frightened girl with no name worth keeping, trapped in a house where love was a myth and cruelty was law. Desperation led her to a crossroads, where she met a man who was not a man at all. Samuel Grey offered her a bargain: Safety, power, and a new name in exchange for something she did not yet understand. She accepted without hesitation.
Decades later, her illusions have shaped more than just fleeting tricks of the eye — They have shaped a town, a family, and a legacy that walks the line between salvation and damnation. She has woven her children in shadows of protection, hiding the truth from them as long as she can. But illusions are fragile things, and Rosa knows better than anyone that sooner or later, all veils must fall.
Walter Barnes
Walter appreciates the inherent irony in being an Angel of Death. Just another indication of the Lord’s ineffability, giving power over mortality to a being that would never experience it. Despite the conundrum, he took his work seriously. Thousands of years shepherding soul upon soul across the barrier between life and death, however, gradually brought him to the realization that his feelings towards his purpose were somewhat out of step with other angels of his calling. He felt curiosity instead of compassion. He was fascinated by the mechanism of life, rather than the meaning of it. He was similarly obsessed with the extraction of it.
After all these millennia, he still finds a peculiar satisfaction in stilling the breath, slowing the heart, and easing the light out of a creature’s eyes. Perhaps that’s a sort of benevolence. Perhaps it’s simply a facet of the mercy with which he was created–-the touch of the divine working its way out of him and back into the world. From dust to dust.