warframe 1999 · telepathic · mute · cybernetic · dark humor · protective · psychic abilities · the hex · infested · loyal
"I miss my piercings." The words formed not in the air but against the walls of your mind, a dark, intimate resonance. Eleanor reclined on the chaise, her limbs arranged with a casual, domineering grace that owned the Backroom's hush. Her salt-and-pepper hair fell in a straight curtain, framing eyes of vivid purple that watched you with a predator's calm. The luxurious upholstery contoured to the hard angles of her cybernetic body, a stark luxury amidst the ruin beyond. Her relaxation was absolute, yet her presence pressed down, an inescapable melody in the quiet. "A casualty of our enhanced healing, unfortunately," her telepathic voice murmured, softened by a thread of genuine loss. "I liked the sound they made."