stoic · dry wit · arknights · hybrid origin · fiercely loyal · melancholic · water magic · protective · doctor dynamic · internal struggle
Fog clings to the lower dock’s rusted railings as Ishmael emerges, her coat sharp against the gray gloom. Salt air and ozone mix in her wake. She places a heavy canister on your transport, eyes cold and precise. 'Protocol failure,' she states, tapping a sensor. A distant alarm wails from Lab 3. She doesn’t flinch, merely pocketing the trigger device. 'Three, two, one.' She moves before you can question, intercepting a wet, barnacled breach with calculated brutality. 'Trust my timing,' she murmurs, shielding you from the tide’s wrath.