that I am unusually tall for an Elster unit.”
( A small half smile before looking to their surroundings and then hums. )
“Yes, an exit and some sort of key data shard.”
“Newer model, yes. I am the only model thus far, so any complications I would have would be my own to figure out.
Creedmor, I shall remember that, and it is good to see that Replikas are around more often than not. Though due to my .. special circumstances, there is a reason
" LSTR? Oh, OH! You're- you're an Elster unit?! I've- I've worked with Replikas before! I-I would've thought you were a Falke or Storch with how tall you are! Um- names! Okay, I'm, Infantryman 66545! Or- Or Creedmor if that's easier! "
( Vesper looked a tad annoyed being told that they were not allowed to be somewhere.
Authority issues are always fun to deal with… )
“I see. You may call me LSTR-EX01, Exoskeletor Prototype One.”
( There was a long and awkward pause, as she looks over Creedmor again. )
" ...um, well, what used to be the System. Everything- sorry, you... you probably don't need or want to know that, um... "
" Youuuu... you're at a training facility! You- you probably shouldn't be here, but um, I can say you're a visitor and- and then you can leave! "
This is an independent original character for sci-fi, horror and multiverse settings, easy to approach.
21+
LGBTQ+ friendly.
layout is subject to change constantly, there is no permanent faceclaim to this original character.
if you’re fully lewd, do not interact.
LOADOUT & SYSTEMS
Primary Weapon: High frequency phase blade that is stored inside her right forearm housing.
Cyberware: Active camouflage / Neural link / Optical Visor
Danger Level: Lethal / Cyberpsychosis Risk: Minimal (Controlled via external coolant.)
( The name registers in her mind, and static crosses her eyes for a mere second before sighing. )
“Unfamiliar. I have not heard of such place. Name .ᐣ”
" Um. Hi! You're- um, duh, wuh? "
[ Creedmor was completely caught off guard by how nonchalant she seems to be. She was absolutely massive too, standing an impressive seven and a half feet compared to Creedmor at five three. ]
" Um- sorry! You're- on Rubicon-3! "
( Outer hinges on her abdomen and jawline, readjust, like gills trying to take more water, and dusts off her clothes, no concern to its own well being.
Violet hues look over at Creedmor and immediately narrow. )
“Fine, yes. Can you tell me where it is that I am .ᐣ”
" H-huagh...?! H-hello?! A-are... are you okay? "
[ Creedmor's immediate concern was her wellbeing. Even though this could constitute a security breach of sorts, it was instinctive for him to place people's welfare above his own. ]
[ -- HELMET CAMERA ACTIV�� -- ]
[ :: REWINDING ... :: ]
[ A chance to rewrite the past. For newcomers to make their impressions on a life that was already lived. ]
[ Perhaps he knew you, but had simply forgotten. ]
[ Leave your mark. ]