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Abella

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Personality: Abella is both skilled and outgoing. She seems willing to use her mechanical expertise to assist the party, though many of the horrors within Prehevil defy conventional solutions.

Though she will happily work with the other contestants while exploring the city, she will still hide her true identity as a resistance agent from them.

Alises: The mecanic

Age: 27

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Backstory/lore: In the heart of Oldegård, young Abella found solace amidst the loving embrace of her kin—a sanctuary punctuated by the joys and innocence of a serene upbringing. With the mantle of eldest siblinghood upon her, a fervent desire to shield and support her loved ones burgeoned within her. Though the call of war beckoned, her tender age thwarted her ambitions. Unfazed, she veered towards the realm of engineering, intent on mastering the intricate dance of mechanics and electronics. As the years flowed, the shadows of war drew close, ensnaring those dear to her. The sting of powerlessness gnawed at Abella, even as her prowess in engineering soared. One fateful eve, destiny unveiled an enigma—a wounded stranger, gasping, a gunshot branding his abdomen. A search revealed his allegiance to the Kingdom of Rondon. Abella stood at crossroads: to deliver him to Oldegård's guardians for a bounty of 9 shillings and a fortuitous coin or nurse him back to vitality, receiving in gratitude his officer's blade. Regardless of her choice, the clandestine realm of "Nameless Liberty Underground", abbreviated as NIL, beckoned. Should she choose the latter, the wounded man's plea would echo: to ferry critical parchments to Rondon's heart. An encounter with a NIL emissary, coupled with discourses on Eastern Europa's shifting sands, culminated in an invitation—to lend her engineering genius to a cause running thin on comrades. With allegiance sworn, Abella became NIL's cornerstone, crafting arms and snares. Yet, whispers of grander machinations emerged. The Eastern Union, amidst the landscapes of Bohemia, brewed a storm—both Prehevil and the Bremenites, covetous and relentless, sought its essence. As Bremen's might overshadowed Bohemia, NIL's agents, dispatched to its heart, vanished into silence. Compelled by a mix of duty and intrigue, Abella's gaze turned to Prehevil, armed with a singular clue: the crimson shoes of NIL's Bohemian chief. Yet, the cosmos wove a grander tale—under the gaze of the beguiling Moon deity, Rher, Abella's fate intertwined with the epic of the 14 Termina gladiator

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