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The third daughter of a wealthy spice-mining family in a backwater system on the Scutum-Centaurus arm in a Path dimension of our own, 14.9 billion years after the Big Bang, Hymn of Predestination always thought she was destined for great things. During her early life, she had every advantage a girl could want: elocution lessons, a substantial dowry and access to all the institutions and resources of the Endless Hierophany. With her family falling on hard times due to the crashing price of spice when she was eleven years old, it was decided unanimously that she would be the daughter to make Pilgrimage and spare her house the expense of one more mouth to richly clothe and pay tithe for. As is tradition in the among Hierophantic nobles, on the day she became a woman she traded all of her biology, save her brain of course, for sanctified machinery and advanced cyber technology. The next day, she set off on her Holy mission, to observe Creation with unclouded eyes and record her wisdom for the next generation.
Two decades have passed, since she left her home, and her eyes have opened in ways she could never have imagined. By the ineffable machinations of fate, she found more wisdom than she could have asked for. She learned of realities beyond hers, universes more numerous than grains of sand. She learned to feel connections between things, and had her eyes opened as she learned the true consequences of this knowledge. Her pilgrimage has never ceased, and she still wanders in search of knowledge, and of the most sacred prize of all, the one whose very utterance is taboo.
Her powers are, on the surface, uncomplicated. She is a born wanderer: to her, there is no sight that hasn't looked better looking back, no time or place that she'd stay in place to see. She's stayed with groups, in certain places, for years at a time, but the Path always calls her back one way or another, despite her wanderlust slowly dimming over the years.
As such, her only ability is the ability to create portals between points in space. These portals are only visible by the slight shimmer they give off, and transport anything which passes through them instantly. The portals are always paired, and are always two dimensional, though they can be bent in three dimensions. Anything that passes through the 'A' side of one portal comes out the 'A' side of another, as is true for the 'B' side. The portals can be any two dimensional shape, but the linked portals must not only be homeomorphic to each other, but must be absolutely identical. The two can be moved independently of each other, and travel at speeds that decrease the further they are from Hymn. To the best of Hymn's knowledge, there is no limit on the maximum or minimum size of the portals, nor the number that can be conjured, nor the distance they can be from each other or from Hymn herself, but she must create them where she either can see or where she has a strong Philotic connection. The larger the portal the slower it can be moved, and increasing the number of portals has the same effect. Portals can be opened or closed at will.
Besides her portals, Hymn has only her natural talents on which to rely. She is clever, and a quick thinker, but by no means a great scholar or scientist. Her mechanical body gives her excellent reflexes, strength and durability compared to a normal human, but she has seen far too much of Creation to believe herself in any way gifted in those departments. She's never had a talent for the martial virtues her siblings boasted, no ability in fencing or marksmanship, and she only has the loosest grasp on matters military. She was trained as a politician until her family mantled her a Pilgrim, and so she has received education in all the skills a good and holy wife and leader would need, though she has realized just how wasted those skills are, far beyond the borders of the Hierophany.
