Ink had become a force to reckon with long before she was Named, and remained so. Many had tried to bring about her end, some for glory, some for greed. Some even claimed success, more than one with a taken trophy as evidence. Only for Ink to exact vengeance later, often messily.
It was told that Ink would find her way into the darkest depths and deepest vaults. No barrier seemed to matter, the only sign she had even cone being the remains of those that killed her. She had been Named Death, Ink, for as long as she could remember and knew the work of death well.
(A collection of concept work and sketches for Ink)