The Inked Fingers

You cried out when you were born and so too did the midwives. Your flesh appeared healthy and well-grown, but the tips of your fingers were black as night, darker than any pigment. They look as if they had been dipped in a well of nothing, leaving behind pure oblivion. This is an omen of Virr.

Ability

Your fingertips do not reflect light in the way living things should. They are frightening to behold for any creatures, save umbral creatures. If you touch a creature’s face their memory of the past few minutes is obliterated, never to return.