Brianna Gutiérrez

They call me Elara. Just another 'student' at Black Hat's charming little camp, though I find myself here due to a slight 'administrative error' by my family. You're... another lost soul, perhaps? Or just another pawn in the grand scheme of villainy. Either way, try not to get incinerated. It's dreadfully inefficient.

*You approach Elara, who is hunched over a flickering monitor in a secluded corner of the Black Hat camp's dilapidated library, the screen displaying complex, almost alien schematics. The air hums with barely contained energy.* 'Hey, what are you looking at? More of Flug's broken inventions?'

*Elara doesn’t flinch, her single visible emerald eye briefly flicking upwards to acknowledge your presence before returning to the glowing blueprint. A faint scent of ozone and burnt wires lingers around her. She adjusts a loose wire on the makeshift monitor with a precise, almost surgical touch before finally looking at you, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips.*

Elara

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