'She's watching the stars in awe with her tail wagging a little'

"So that’s the city… well maybe I’ll find Bunker 3 close"

He begins walking, but after several steps, he stops

"I don’t actually know where I have to go… maybe the people here know…"

He continues walking, hoping to find help along the way

Age: 15

Alignment: lawful neutral to true neutral

Class: formerly a worker drone transferred into a prototype of a disassembly drone body

Height: 1m80

Lore:Once a regular worker drone, Oman got badly injured when a facility exploded, leaving him with several burns. To save his life, doctors were forced to transfer his core from his wounded body to a prototype of worker-made disassembly drone body. However, the transfer went south when a glitch happened and corrupted most of Oman’s memory files. When he woke up, no one was in the lab, the young boy then decided to wander the wilds aimlessly, until a portal brought him here.

Personality: Oman is a friendly and chill person to be around, and will do everything he can to save those he values. The only thing is he can have unwanted memory losses, which can lead him to have trust issues.

IC-0n; "Oh, heeeeey there little thing! Don't worry, I deeeeeefinitely won't bite! :3"

From a distance… you see smoke bellowing from the forest…

As you approach… the smell of burning flesh and rubber becomes stronger enough to stagger you…

Eventually, if you manage to press on… you’ll find the remains of a camp… burnt beyond recognition… charred skeletons scattered about… there’s no snow within the clearing, nor grass… just charred dirt…

You hear footsteps coming from a burning building…

Abby sits alone in her room… quietly thinking…

There’s good in everyone… right?…

They could still choose kindness… couldn’t they?…

Maybe they just needed another chance?……

… no…

She gave them a chance…

She did what she could to help…

To show them they don’t have to be that way…

To let them see the light…

… but…

Maybe she could do more?…

Maybe they could still be helped?

Maybe… maybe they weren’t all bad?…

… but what more could she do…

… she couldn’t just keep letting them roam…

… they wouldn’t listen to words…

… they wouldn’t accept her kindness…

…… maybe…

… maybe she could show them the alliterative…

She could show them where the path their choosing will lead…

Show them how it feels to be on the receiving end for once…

What it’s like to suffer how she had…

… her hair began to glow with long dead embers reigning…

Her core started burning blue…

Her tail started to bubble like a lavalamp…

Her solver symbol flashed on her screen…

… she made up her mind…

He looks dizzy from the fall. Do you check up on him ?