**Appearance:** Shoulder long, white hair, average built of a human, white almost translucent skin, faintly red eyes
**Background:** Born in the unfriendly parts of waterdeep, Voita, a changeling by heritage, learned to hide his true colours. Despised for what he is, raising fear and aggression with his pure presence, causing him to be isolated fully, his parents having abandoned him at birth. Years and years of this torment, the crippling loneliness, the hatred, violence and utter malice affecting him fracturing his mind. A shadow, haunting his every step, appearing in his dreams, nightmares, corner vision, nowhere is safe from the Ogabnje. It whispers to him, speaks to him, driving him to actions he despises, willing him to do acts he finds utterly appalling, a temptation to give in to the darkness.
"If they all fear you, then give them a reason, if they hate you why should you act any different? They hurt you, don't you want them to feel everything you have felt? Don't you wont equivalence? Don't you want justice? Let them feel it, let them feel what you felt and so much more. Let it all out, nobody is going to judge you, not more than they do anyways, they might have expected it but they are powerless to stop it. They see you as something you aren't, something violent, a thing to be hated, if they cling to such hopeless fantasies let them know that they were right all along. Don't fight what you are, embrace it, be mine, be yourself, take what they robbed from you. They won't stop, make them. Force them, break them."
Yet he still clings to his believes, doing everything in his power to drown out the voice and do whats right. He won't prove them right, he can change them. He can change their views. At least he hopes so.