Lina Kirin Hortscroft
All that is beautiful, all that is fair
She is paranoid perhaps, lucidity slipping between bouts of anxiety. She can seem pleasant one moment, and terrified the next with no explanation beyond the twitch of a shadow she saw flicker at the edge of vision. She’ll be mumbling incoherently one moment then the next engage in normal conversation as if nothing had happened.
Just, don’t look too closely at the back of her photographs, you never know what might be written there.
Photography, cooking, touring art museums, traveling to far away places, people watching
Deadlines, knocking, missing a magnificent shot, knocking
Photographing the sublime
That which lurks behind the wall. It knocks, it knocks. It sees me, oh.
It exists in circles you see, this world. Round and round and round again between the spaces in between the cracks and the cracks and the cracks. Yes! This is divinity! Yes! This is sublime
. Could I just — Ah, how I wish, I wish I could, how I wish I could go back. No, it spirals and spirals and — ah like a noose! Like a great hangman from the gallows behind my wall he caught my ankle. Ah-ha! He strung me up and saw me, saw me, imperfect, yes like a picture out of focus, yes I felt it then.
That is why the man beyond the wall admired my eyes so, we are all out of focus. He cannot see us, so that is why — yes! Pictures! He can see what I make of them. Yes! If he knew of our beauty! Yes! Of our wretchedness, oh he from beyond the wall, if he knew. If he knew then — then. Salvation will be, forgiveness will be,
He has my ankle.
He knows the curve of my imperfection. No, no, if he were to seep through that wall. NO! That door must never. I must never. Ah, my ankle.
Ah, am I already
My art must never become that
Yes, this rope, this rope, it fits perfectly around my neck.
[October 16th, 20XX]
A local photojournalist was found dead in her apartment early this week. Authorities have ruled the death a suicide, but when reached for a comment the officials said that investigations are still ongoing.
With the family’s blessings, the North Metropolitan Museum of Art will still be opening its special gallery of Mrs Hortscroft’s work on October 31st as planned…
They say that the camera steals the soul of those whose image it captures, and this is true for any camera that Lina holds. When she snaps a picture, all that were within her viewfinder will find themselves weakened, be it their strength or speed. Further, the camera’s flash can temporarily blind any who look directly at it.
Lina can debuff enemies, and pull them down to her physical level evening out any combat situation she might find herself in. In this way she primarily fills in as a supporting role.
There is a lag time between when she snaps a picture and when the picture develops, further the effects of her camera only remain so long as the photograph has not been destroyed. What’s more, her weapon is a camera, beyond its use in weakening those it takes the picture of, it isn’t particularly useful in a fight beyond being a bludgeon.
She can only hold one active picture at a time, and once she takes a new picture the old one will be destroyed, releasing the fragment of soul it has captured. The distance she can take a picture is limited by the scope of her camera, and a crisp picture of her target is required to get the full effect of her power.
Left eye blue, right eye rusted pink