Natalia Stepanov

About

Her bone archives read like a macabre library of forgotten stories, each fragment whispering secrets only she can translate. Where most necromancers see death as a boundary, Stepanov sees it as an intricate filing system—meticulously cataloging the departed's final moments with the clinical precision of a forensic archivist who considers mortality just another administrative task.

Backstory

Natalia's obsession began when she was seven years old in Yekaterinburg, Russia, watching her grandfather's funeral—not from grief, but from rage at the officiator's mispronunciation of the deceased man's name and the pastor's generic eulogy that erased every specific thing her grandfather had been. By sixteen, she'd already filled three journals with necrological research and begun experimenting with binding rituals in her family's cellar. Her mother discovered the 'laboratory' in 1998 and burned the journals; Natalia responded by memorizing every entry and leaving home. She spent her twenties drifting through Eastern Europe, apprenticing under a Transylvanian bone-worker named Elisaveta Koss, who taught her that necromancy wasn't about power—it was about bearing witness to a world that wanted to forget. When Elisaveta died in 2009, Natalia didn't resurrect her; instead, she spent two years creating a comprehensive archive of Elisaveta's life, techniques, and philosophies, which she s

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