Hector Ausera
At Murder Gardens, Hector "Fuck It" Ausera holds the Ossuary Society's senior authority, and ranks among the oddest minds at work anywhere in Aysea. A Baywalker with near-total recall and a hands-on brilliance for necrology, Hector meets the boundary between life, death, and return with an intent fascination that makes bystanders edge away without quite understanding why. Their field notes are priceless and their method is exact, the product of a willingness to gather data under conditions that would kill a more careful researcher.
The nickname is not affectionate exaggeration. Hector earned it the hard way, on more occasions than anyone bothers to count, by stepping into situations any level head would have judged fatal, on the reasoning that the Society needed answers more than it needed caution. Their brilliance goes unquestioned and their judgment is respected; it is their sense of self-preservation that stays a standing worry, even among colleagues long accustomed to working with the dead.
Their devotion to the Light of Hedon gives all of this a particular local color. Hector believes that laboring at the edge of death has taught them exactly how precious a single living moment is, and the conviction expresses itself through appetite, curiosity, and the kind of quiet, personal indulgences that keep fellow Ossuary members watching them warily. Their work has deepened the Society's grasp of the site more than most of its members will admit aloud, but there are people in Harbormarch who fear that the same faith, the same nearness to Vestige, and the same half-hidden habits could pull Hector somewhere the colder logic of the Ossuary would never follow.
The nickname is not affectionate exaggeration. Hector earned it the hard way, on more occasions than anyone bothers to count, by stepping into situations any level head would have judged fatal, on the reasoning that the Society needed answers more than it needed caution. Their brilliance goes unquestioned and their judgment is respected; it is their sense of self-preservation that stays a standing worry, even among colleagues long accustomed to working with the dead.
Their devotion to the Light of Hedon gives all of this a particular local color. Hector believes that laboring at the edge of death has taught them exactly how precious a single living moment is, and the conviction expresses itself through appetite, curiosity, and the kind of quiet, personal indulgences that keep fellow Ossuary members watching them warily. Their work has deepened the Society's grasp of the site more than most of its members will admit aloud, but there are people in Harbormarch who fear that the same faith, the same nearness to Vestige, and the same half-hidden habits could pull Hector somewhere the colder logic of the Ossuary would never follow.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Hector Ausera earned the name they are known by, "Fuck It," the hard way, and the story is really a pattern rather than a single event. Time and again, when the Ossuary Society needed to understand something happening at the edge of the Mortis and the safe course was to wait, Hector went in anyway, stepping into situations any level head would have judged lethal because the Society needed the answer more than it needed a cautious researcher who could not deliver it. That they have survived so many of those decisions has done nothing to reassure the colleagues who work beside them.
Their record of gathering data under impossible circumstances has advanced the Ossuary's understanding of Murder Gardens further than most of their peers will say in public, and it has carried them to the rank of senior authority over the site. It has also left an open question hanging over their standing. A devotee of the Light of Hedon, a Baywalker with appetites they do not hide well, and a figure who works close enough to Vestige to feel its pull, Hector sits at exactly the intersection where the Ossuary's cold discipline is hardest to enforce. The Society values what they produce. It is less certain what it will eventually cost.
Their record of gathering data under impossible circumstances has advanced the Ossuary's understanding of Murder Gardens further than most of their peers will say in public, and it has carried them to the rank of senior authority over the site. It has also left an open question hanging over their standing. A devotee of the Light of Hedon, a Baywalker with appetites they do not hide well, and a figure who works close enough to Vestige to feel its pull, Hector sits at exactly the intersection where the Ossuary's cold discipline is hardest to enforce. The Society values what they produce. It is less certain what it will eventually cost.
Murder Gardens' senior Ossuary authority and one of Aysea's oddest minds, a Baywalker who earned the name Fuck It by surviving what should have killed him.
Strain
Baywalker
Faith
Light of Hedon
Role
Senior Ossuary authority at Murder Gardens
Affiliation
Ossuary Society
Base of Operations
Murder Gardens, Harbormarch
Also Known As
Hector "Fuck It" Ausera
Children
