At first glance, Fade appears to be a normal jackal-woman painted in cream-and-purple hues; perhaps two meters tall, faintly luminous, with the large ears and tilted thoughtful black eyes common to her species. Even a cursory second look, however, reveals that she is not entirely… there. Her body flickers and fades from opacity to translucency to transparency and back in long, rippling waves; her coloring shifts slightly but constantly, like the play of light on stormclouds. Only her long black eyes stay constant – they are not the limpid darkness natural to organic beings, but are depthless and matte, like glimpses into the void.
Fade doesn't remember a number of things about her life, including her name, but she does know that she was once a member of the Victorian Retrotech Collective, a single-lifer. She was drawn like moth-to-flame to the romantic ideas of love and death, and entered into a suicide pact with her then-lover. They killed themselves with poisoned wine. He died. So did she.
Mostly.
She had opted out of the backup system, and indeed died – truly and permanently. But something in her – a soul, a spirit, or perhaps just an echo of an idea – came back. Fade's death was true; she is not alive, or even corporeal; she is a ghost. She cannot properly touch, although she has certain badly-controlled psychokinetic ('poltergeist') powers. She is capable of possessing others, though she feels morally compelled not to do so. But she cannot touch or feel, and indeed she can walk through walls, and others can walk through her, though doing so makes them feel briefly cold and creepy.
Fade lives in Down, in the Necropolis.