A gnome-sized war forged fixated on the majesty of organic life that she longs to experience. Unable to know normal life, she crates living things with magic and technology, obsessing over them in a hopes of understanding the meaning of her own existence.
Deep in an ancient battlefield, which's name in lost in the folds of time, a wind-battered relic awakens. Half-buried in sand, her eyes open to find a creature she had never seen before, its black nose touching her own. She shifted backwards in surprise, provoking the creature to enact a similar motion. Her eyes came into their normal clarity, she could see the creature in its full, her foggy memory gave her a single word, fox, it was a fox.
- Age
- Unknown Centuries
- Date of Birth
- Unknown
- Gender
- Female
- Eyes
- Blue
- Hair
- Dirty Green
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Brass
- Height
- 4' 5"
- Weight
- 200 lb
Appearance
Body Features
A polished golden plate sit's on her forehead. Under it is the strange magical crystal that contains her consciousness. Her body is more rusted on the lower half, while her palms are silver and shinny. A renovation plate allows access to her central animation module.
Specialized Equipment
Inside her right arm is a small welding unit, the uses it for minor repairs and tinkering.
Special abilities
Inside Arrel dwells a fiery elemental spirit. It gifts her with pyrokenetic powers. In times of dire need, she can project it outside her body to aid her in combat.
Mentality
Personal history
Centuries ago Arrel was a foot soldier in an ancient war. She was a casualty
Mental Trauma
Arrel is forever longing to understand the wonders of organic life. Unable to experience normal life, or to have children, she works tirelessly to create life in other ways. She has devoted her life to understanding nature of
Personality
Social
Social