Visovu keeps an eye on the party as the story progresses, and plays a key roll in originating the party’s escape from the dream chambers and in the final chapter.
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To those who know her as Yorovu, she is a sweet and benevolent woman, one who cares deeply for her kin. She is kind, patient, generous, and open-hearted, well loved by all. To those who know her as Visovu, on the other hand, she is a harder woman that does not put up with nonsense and displays endless confidence in her cause, willing to sink to any depth or raise to any height to achieve it. Visovu is a natural actor, and slides easily between rolls as she needs them. What her true person is like is elusive to even her. Somewhere behind all of the masks that Visovu wears is a woman broken and frightened by the world and it’s dark truths, desperate to reach out and touch something pure and good. Engaged in a constant deception of persona, Visovu feels a large distance from others around her.
Broken and distant, Visovu has a harsh and detached view of the world she lives in, which is both a great advantage and a big danger. Having found her people to be corrupt and the system of belief to be insufficient, Visovu is an apostate. She strives to take down the ways of her people and re-work the belief system, perhaps with herself as the head of the process in the future.
Visovu was born to Karasiru- one of the Vu-Kinu that led alongside Sinusuvo-, and a Vu-Yunu chromatic he had taken as his wife. She was named Kosu, as a child, meaning quiet, which aptly described her personality. With two confident elder brothers, Kosu found she often didn’t need to talk, and even when she did it was mostly ignored. As the youngest of three children, Kosu was unlikely to raise up and succeed her father, so although her family was not cruel to her, they were not thrilled to have her either. So Kosu simply took to quiet observation, developing an objective picture of her closest kin even as a young child.
When Kosu was still small, a few years away from coming of age, a tragedy struck. While consuming some fresh stock in the dream chamber with her family, Kosu’s eldest brother took in riyavu from one of the humans - a curse, or possession, as it would be roughly translated. He consumed the human’s madness, which had been missed when the food was inspected. He awoke from his consumption immediately, screaming in agony and beginning to lash out against his own family, as well as the dream-weaver and guards within the chamber.
The dream that held the victims was broken as Kosu’s brother murdered the dream-weaver by tearing his soul from his body using his na, an unforgivable act. As Kosu’s mother and middle brother fled, Karasiru remained to try and stop his own son. The slowly rousing sentients were met with a bloody scene of Karasiru and numerous guards fighting the chromatic boy. Kosu was petrified and only watched, forgotten even by her own mother in the commotion.
Possessed by the madness, his own soul pushed out to make room, the boy would not stop. After killing his father and incapacitating the guards, he turned to Kosu, pausing just long enough to afford the sentients an opportunity to attack him. As they did, a woman, who had just been food for Karasiru’s family, recognized the fear and dread in Kosu’s eyes. Taking pity on her, the woman swept Kosu into her arms and ran deep into the dream-chamber, stumbling upon a secret door and passage way out.
Kosu remained quiet as the frightened human woman carried her out through the dank and dark passageway, which lead them past countless prison cells. Kosu had only moments to take in each disfigured and tragic face, but they were moments that have never left her since. With many of the guards distracted by Kosu’s possessed bother, the woman was able to make her escape, running deep into the green lands. There, under cover of brush, they rested in silence. Kosu watched for a time as the woman sobbed- lost, confused, and terrified- before taking the woman into her arms in the only gesture of appreciation and comfort she could think of.
As the two waited and eventually fell asleep under cover of the brush, primitive chromatic watched form a distance, patiently. When Kosu awoke, the woman was gone- she would never learn the name of the one who saved her life. Kosu, now lost and alone, lied back down wising for death over the madness she was taught she would experience when separated from her way of life. But before she could drift back into sleep, a ancient primitive chromatic seemed to materialize before her from the brush all around.
The ancient chromatic, Yoso, spoke directly into Kosu’s mind, “Sira. Visoru, visoyo, visovu. Yiriru.” Saying nothing else, he took Kosu onto his back and returned her to a place near the city before disappearing in a manner similar to how he arrived. Taking the cryptic message with her, Kosu returned to her family and promptly began a string of lies that she has carried into the present. She adopted Visovu as her true name, and took Yorovu as her cover name when she came of age.
From there, Visovu slowly began to develop her double-life, building a resistance against the high chromatic and feeding her family lies.