Crescentia Little Voice

Crescentia Little Voice may be the smallest spy in Cleveland, but she’s also among the most effective. Born after the turn of the millennium and Chrysalized shortly before the pandemic, Crescentia has taken to the work of observing, recording, and trading supernatural secrets with a fervor that puts some ancient Sluagh to shame. What she lacks in years, she makes up for in utter devotion to documentation and detail.

Her hidey-hole lair, believed to be somewhere beneath the Western Reserve Historical Society, is rumored to contain corkboards, spell-threaded binders, clippings of mortal news with fae footnotes, and even magical models of nervosa sightings. She insists on handwriting every record, in tiny script, with chimerical pens made from beetle legs.

Traits of Note:

• Known to speak in whispers, of course—but with a surprising sing-song rhythm that’s sometimes unsettling.
• Keeps an old tape recorder she calls “Uncle Clatter” with her at all times, which allegedly records dreams, though no one knows how.
• A genuine prodigy at stealth, she once documented an entire Satyr orgy without being noticed—until she started rating it aloud later (that caused a bit of a scandal).
• Claims to have seen "the white rabbit" three times and knows "what Limen smells like" (“mint and the sound of snow,” she says).
• May be in possession of a lock of Tzvika’s hair, which she keeps pinned to a wax-sealed folder labeled “Maybe Useful. Maybe Cursed.”

Crescentia’s Information Exchange Rules:

1. If you want a rumor, offer a rumor.
2. If you want a confirmation, offer dross.
3. If you want a redacted report, offer protection.
4. If you want her silence, offer something she’s never heard before.