No one is sure if the Sobbing Specter is an old or new ghost but she enjoys, knowingly or not, the protections of the Pale Embassy and so the burned ruins of what can only be assumed to be her home remains as it was near the Taraqal Artist Commune towards the western edge of the Bleed. Rumors and superstition abound about the Specter and the circumstances of her melancholy... and the frightful results of any attempt to approach the distraught ghost who was most assuredly the spiritual remains of a vislae.

At a distance, she is noted as dark haired, translucent and, obviously, pale of complexion in richly embroidered dresses and coats of black and gold. The hints of flame and violence slowly becoming apparent as one nears but one one's gotten close enough to know the full extent of what remembered hurts plague the unquiet Specter. Rumors spinning tales of bitter lovers quarrels, academic rivalries taken too far, and a hundred other tales of tragedy and violent misfortune. All any can agree upon, really, is the particulars of her aesthetic from afar and the fact that 'reality' tends to warp and weave as her agitation grows and violence becomes unavoidable. Her wails and sobs never particularly articulate and contributing to a small boom in local businesses catering to sound proofing by magic and mundane means both.