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Echo Nox

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  • Vital Stats

    • Name: Echo Nox
    • Gender: Female
    • Nicknames: Echo, Polo, Niobe
    • Race: Red Panda
    • Age: 148
    • Height: 5'7 1/2
    • Hair: Teal
    • Eyes: Robotic Replacements. Red glow.
    • Scars: Chest and replaced limbs
    • Relationship Status: Single
    • Personality: Shy. Friendly. Mute.

  • Description

    Echo ducks her head as you gaze in her direction, obviously shy. Her exceptionally short stature and the pattern of her fur indicates that she is a red panda, though all other features would suggest otherwise. Most of her silky fur is dark, near obsidian, with white covering her face and streaks of ebony running down her cheeks. Crimson, robotic eyes peer out from under thick locks of teal hair, haphazardly braided and pulled back into a loose bun. An extraordinarily long tail sways gently behind her frame, bearing thick stripes of aquamarine and turquoise. A shining, silver length of furless skin slashes across her torso, from her left shoulder to her right hipbone--an impressive, jagged scar, nearly impossible to hide.

    Despite these colored oddities, the most striking features of this teal panda are her limbs. From the elbows down and her knees down, her furred appendages have been replaced with sleek cybernetic parts that whirr and glow. Fluid-filled, flexible tubes connect from the shining metal into her dark fur, distributing lord-knows-what throughout her lithe body. Behind her ears, two long metal horns follow the curve of her skull, their points ending a few inches behind her head, adding little to her five foot seven height. A simple collar with no visible hinge or opening circles her neck with one word stamped on the front: ECHO.

    Her clothing is far from noteworthy; a long, possibly white tshirt hangs to her knees, one shoulder ripped out and the rest of the fabric looking incredibly worn. The shirt bears no markings or logos, only a small partially faded Q-Code at the back of the neck.

    Aside from the the mechanical noises emanating from her artificial limbs, she herself is very quiet, responding to others only in nods and gestures.

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