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Description
Marcena looks like a beautiful humanoid, with golden hair, pale white skin, a soft face, dark green eyes, and skinny body. However, due to the recent picobots implanted in her, she has become part robot, though it doesn't affect her looks.
(I hate long biographies.)
Personality
Generally a happy and carefree person, she does her best to ignore the pains of this world.
Equipment
Nothing you would notice.
History
Not much history; she lived a normal life, up to the first Inanoratjk war.
Marcena walks into the bar, slightly disoriented. How had she got here? Oh well, now that she was here, she best have a drink...was she over the drinking age?
KamachiG1: "Well, that's...damn! A devil's lurking around here! I have to leave!" Kamachi flew through the doors of the bar out into the city, hunting down the devil.
Marcena sat down at the counter of the bar, right next to a winged women wearing a black trench coat and fingerless gloves. "I...I'll have something" she said, sounding like she was drunk.
Marcena looked at the woman sitting beside her. "I...I haven't had anything all day" she said, looking down at the ground, trying to gather her thoughts.
Marcena stared at the counter, thinking. Did she have any alcohol today? After a few seconds of thought, she responded with "Yeah, I'm pretty sure...bartender!"