Name:Elisa Miller
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History: Never a popular girl, even before she lost her arm and the bullying got even worse, Elisa dove into fiction to help ease the loneliness and stress. She particularly loves stories of regular people who end up becoming respected and beloved heroes, dreaming of something similar happening to her. All those naysayers recognizing and respecting her. Of course that would never happen. She's a shy nerdy girl with a preference of engineering and DIY, and this is the real world where only those who act. She knows that she'll be stuck in her dead-end job, all alone.
You're extremely groggy as you wake up, prepared for another day huddled under the covers, waiting for... whatever it is that you're waiting to happen. Wait. The strange individual in front of you is part fox it seems. Odd that. Must still be dreaming. Except... he or she, whichever, helps you up, a small claw digging into your skin. "--lcome Sacred Warrior. I greet you." They say. Glancing around, you notice the chamber you're in almost resembles an ancient bath, steam roiling off of the water... stuff on the ground, but the various columns and such reaching out of the liquid pool are covered in glittering gems and stone, light seeming to be trapped within. Oddly, the designs seem to shift over time as you look around.
Reaching up to pat the fox person's... how are you feeling? The claw dug into your flesh and blood arm, but you can definitely feel the hand you just placed on top of their paw. Staring at the mechanical hand, you stare in wonder at the rough nature of the prosthetic has been replaced by a mixture of crystalline musculature covered by an almost golden armored plate. It tingles, almost like there's lightning caged within the thing.
"Elisa, I don't mean to be rude, but you really should return the fellows greeting." Whipping around, there's a strange purple... shadowy cat speaking to you. Unlike the fox person, this one is very clearly a cat, just made of shadows and whispers, something more than a little disturbing.