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[h1][color=F65772]H[/color] [i]i l a r i a[/i][/h1]  
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[color=F65772]"I was canonically here first! I swear!"[/color]

[color=888888]— Hilaria[/color]

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[b]Age[/b]: ??? | [b]Gender[/b]: Female | [b]Specialization[/b]: Gravity
[b]Powers[/b]: Third Eye | Regeneration 
[b]Perks[/b]: Dual Weapon, Enhanced Outfit, BDH, Interdimensional Home, Sturdy, [u][url=https://youtu.be/VTx0709z2Ao]Devil Trigger[/url][/u]
[b]Benefits[/b]: Interdimensional Home, Keijo Training, Physical Prowess, Supplier, Retrieval  
[b]Drawbacks[/b]: Lonley, Joy Eater, Big Brother, Clueless

[b]STR[/b]: 03 | [b]AGI[/b]: 03 |  [b]VIT[/b]: 03 | [b]MAG[/b]: 03 | [b]LCK[/b]: 03

[b]STR[/b]: 16 [u](18)[/u] | [b]AGI[/b]: 4 [u](6)[/u] |  [b]VIT[/b]: 15 [u](17)[/u] | [b]MAG[/b]: 08 | [b]LCK[/b]: 04[/center]
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Hilaria was meandering about the party with little purpose or care in the world except for the hot chocolate she was sipping on. Much like the other guests, she too was wearing appropriately [url=https://i.imgur.com/Gr8AEnK.png]festive attire[/url], although the way in which it fit her was maybe a little less than appropriate. But in a world where girls could do battle in a slightly modified birthday suit, this was far from appalling. 

She greeted anyone who tried interacting with her with a smile and a wave, signing up for White Elephant, Sledding, and the Fort[s]night[/s] battle, and she naturally thanked Mariette with a head pat when the girl presented her with a cute little cheeseburger plushie (3). Aside from this, she idly watched people as they began joining the party, taking note of Justine, whom she was at least 20 percent certain was the reason for that big battle not long ago. But, much like most of the features promised in Cyberpunk 2077, her death was a lie. Hilaria didn't really care as much as others, though. She was enjoying the party. Others, however, were not. 

With all her huffing, puffing, and stomping around, Hilaria couldn't miss Samantha's storming towards Maura had she tried. Being completely unaware of what exactly it was that was causing Sam distress, Hilaria wished the girl a successful argument under the baseless assumption that Maura had served her some bad-tasting food. She would also make a mental note to, when things settled, reprimand Maura for such laziness in the kitchen. Food could only taste bad if the chef was lacking in some area, be that preparation, acquisition, or talent. 

Luckily for Maura, the Lord of [s]Cringe[/s] Change that suddenly appeared had been a sufficient enough distraction to grab Hilaria's attention. Having worked with a horror on more than one occasion, Hilaria was well aware of what had just shown up. But that little santa cap was pretty cute, so the reality-warping potential end to all mankind was less threatening than normal. She made sure to get a closer look at it while listening to it speak, curiously eying the item it had summoned. 

Seeing nothing whatsoever wrong with agreeing to partake in a game offered by a being of its nature, Hilaria became eager to see what was in store for them. She took a big swig of her hot chocolate as she thought about what the prize was. Did she even really want it? Her memory was so shoddy she didn't even remember the people she used to love or like. How could that even work? Of course, just as she was wondering this, she got a text from "Justine". 

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Justine
"Wisa! Are you aware of these cretins engaging in a foul whispering campaign? They're saying you've resorted to vandalism! As if you would ever lose your Noble Spark!"
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Hilaria went through a few stages in a matter of seconds. She had paused at first because she didn't understand whom the text came from. Then, as she tried processing this information, she paused mid-sip as she attempted to figure it out. And finally, once she did understand who had just texted her, she rather violently ejected her hot chocolate onto the ground in a coughing fit. 

[color=F65772]"W-what?"[/color] she seemed uncharacteristically frantic, addressing the Lord with purpose. [color=F65772]"What's your game?"[/color]