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EDIT: Slightly added to personality + bio
EDIT2?: Okay... uhh, change of words and slight additions/changes in how I expressed some things but otherwise virtually the same?

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[center][h2]Name[/h2]
[h1]Iskra Lyashev[/h1]
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[h2]Age[/h2]
{??}

[h2]Species[/h2]
Human, w/ sentient alien symbiote

[h2]Profession[/h2]
None

[h2]Personality[/h2]
Reticent, cautious and otherwise timid. Iskra has a personality of what one could only call a scaredy cat, though with that she does have a bit of an edge when it comes to being cautious around people and places. While she is timid and reclusive, she can open up once there’s a basis of trust to go with. Albeit even this process can be slow due to recent events. Her amnesia makes her somewhat forgetful about things, but shouldn't provide too much trouble. Ever since the symbiote attached itself to her however, she's been having moments every now and then where she feels less in control and more succumbed to primal and more instinctive behaviour. Initially she comes across as more feral than human in her cat/beast-like look and movement. Given as to how she has almost forgotten the mannerisms of humans.

[h2]Biography[/h2]
Iskra grew up within a mediocrely decent area planetside within human territory, though even the name of the planet escapes her memory as she barely knows anything of her past. The details behind the reasons of her sudden appearance on Faren V are as big of an enigma to everyone else as it is to her. The few faint and vague things she can recall are that of some family, troubling times, and a need to escape ‘something’. Eventually she somehow managed to escape, albeit critically wounded and a growing hunger. She was a walking corpse, wandering aimlessly through musty forests for a fleeting moment before she finally succumbed to her injuries, and chronic fatigue, collapsing headfirst onto the soft soil of a foreign land.

Yet with a small stroke of luck, she ends up living barely due to an alien life form attaching itself to her and forming some kind of symbiotic bond. A situation of what seemed like a typical "give and take". A chance for the being to evolve and explore rather than possibly wasting away, in exchange for keeping Iskra alive and breathing. The alien appeared to be unable to heal her wounds though, and she had little idea if it could, or could not. She was grateful at least, but also somewhat afraid. While it doesn't seem to be able to do anything else at first glance either, it's known to be evolution based thanks to the fact that it seems to eat... or rather engulf biomass at an alarming rate among other various things if need be. One explanation for the metallic looking suit could be attributed to it consuming a discarded piece of steel, morphing a similar appearance and it's durability along with it.

[h2]Equipment[/h2]
The only “weapon” she has at this point are the claws that have grown themselves on her fingertips thanks to the symbiote. Forcing a close-quarters fighting style, which is a risk already in and of itself due to her already frail state.

[h2]Relationships[/h2]
None, unless the symbiote is counted as one.

[h2]Other[/h2]
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