City Dark, the Whisperer

(shortpost for December)
When old magic died at the end on 1917 it took some time for the new magic to enter human practice, and it still creeps in, it still looks for points of new entry.

Whispers come when one is seeking the power but doesn't want to pay the price and wants to keep their hands clean from alternative solutions. Whispers come and they offer a power as painless as it can be – everything else is a matter of mage's own talent, their own dedication, their own hunger, but whatever the mage chooses to do and wherever they choose to go there will be no more personal pain than from a bruise. What else in the world can offer anything better, anything so low of the cost, anything as generous in maintenance? For such service, the mage only have to bear a child dedicated to Whisperer once every ten years, and the Whisperer doesn't dismiss the agreement if the child turns out to be stillborn, as they always are. Three such children – and the mage can keep the Whisperer service forever. What not to like in this agreement?
The Whisperer prefer to be just a voice in your ear, thin-winded and reedy, but on rare occasions it manifested themselves; it seems to prefer the human form. Here are all known appearances (1d12):
01. Open grave with corpses from a recent war; smell of tar and rain. Corpses are silent, the grave itself is the one talking.
02. Multitude of blank human bodies, conjoined at stem as a sprout of mushrooms; their skin is luminescent and all their eyes are kind.
03. Asphalt cracks in a loop of the month – you can keep walking as you converse, it will follow through the city, breaking through cement, metal and plastic.
04. Crude golem, made of urban trash.
05. Skinless, slobbering goblin-like creature, crawling with half of its limbs missing, speaking in broken contralto.
06. A couch of pale, delicate skin.
07. Fingernail-size human embryo, climbing your shoulder and hair with it tiny proto-arms, reaching into cochlea as it speaks.
08. Graffiti, bursting in cold neon flames; it uses words and voices from public announcements, siren howls and beggar pleas, like a soundtrack badly edited from badly combined pieces.
09. Like a person from an advertisement photo: shiny hair, wide smile, flawless clothes, limbs and body cut precisely as if by the invisible frame.
10. Clearly a dead human; their face was recently on 'Missing person' posters. Relaxed pose, pale from livor mortis, limbs tinted magnificent burgundy.
11. Simplified, bland, deformed proportions, unmistakably female shape of sex-doll, given actual flesh; it tries to walk but it can't.
12. Androgynous figure in a tailored suit, slight paunch, always slightly familiar in its face and manners, briefcase full of nonsensical charts.
Whisperchild happens regardless of gender, age or capability, and the pregnancy goes as usual. The Whisperer is always present at labour but loses interest as soon as stillborn child is born. The body in all respects is a regular human infant.
To create a living whisperchild the mage has to permanently sacrifice ten points of their own Phantasm, but as The Whisperer continues to support a mage regardless of the result, nobody yet decided to waste their gift out of sheer curiosity.