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Roleplaying account of Eller.

Character Info:

Name: Zagfehan Mafyyil

Pronouns: she/her (although she has been stitched together with plants so she has to identify as "female plant")

Culture/Background: Hafn

Age: 19

Signifier: Ninefox Juggling Eyes (improvised tactical problem-solving)

Physical description: Mafyyil is short, slim, with medium brown skin, green eyes and white-blonde hair. She’s stitched together with some shrubbery that’s very much alive (and re-grows if anyone blasphemously tries to remove it). There are flowers growing out of her shoulder. She had also been stitched together with a kangaroo (on her left foot), but that fell off (and subsequently died).

Personal history: Mafyyil is an aspiring young Hafn poet – or rather, she was one, until her instructors maliciously let her fail most of her classes (her work simply didn’t possess the gravitas usually associated with lentils) and she was volunteered for the army instead. There, a careful assessment of her talents was done, and she was deemed to be most suited to serve in one of the flying casket things. Before she could be destroyed by Cheris‘ swarm, her casket accidentally ended up in one of the space-time rifts, promptly glitched and spew her out alive and mostly unharmed.

She'd never admit it to anyone, but she'd love to be famous. Now that she’s gone to the past, I think she’d do anything to somehow smuggle one of her masterpieces into the canon of Hafn classical literature! Maybe her Ode to Soy will manage?

However, first she'll probably have to shoot some people. That's okay; she did quite well in that two-week firearms crash course. She's very happy to get this unique opportunity to nib the he*archate in the bud! (Since no one has told her what exactly was going to happen after being stitched together with various flora and fauna (it would be bad policy to hand out too much information), at first she’ll have to assume everything has been going according to plan, and she’s supposed to serve her empire by nibbing the he*archate in the bud. She’s occasionally a bit naive so it might take her a while to figure out something went seriously wrong.)