[spoiler]Character Bio Information: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/218027107/0/0/1[/spoiler] [i]9:17 pm/ northern Dojoville (nearby the Wooden Arch)[/i] A breeze swept through a narrow street, the beams of the moon casting a pale white light on the smooth cobblestone. Slowly, silver-colored liquid began to gather from between the crevices, culminating into a large, reflective puddle; the puddle emerged into a liquid stalactite, which subsequently formed into a humanoid figure. Nanites emerged from within the silver-sludge mass, glowing a faint shade of blood red. Afterward, two blank, white eyes emerged in what appeared to be a head. The figure was feminine; it was all covered in nanotech wiring and silver sludge. Her hair was also composed of the same silver fluid, dripping behind her head. She blinked and looked around her own body. Her left arm, half-made of nanotech, buzzed with red-colored electricity; it began to twitch in malfunction, and she hit it several times with her right arm, readjusting it back in order. Large drops of the sludge began to drop from her body; she looked down at the mess on the street and sighed sadly to herself. Afterward, she stared at the large Dojo in the distance. Her father had already gained entry into the Dojo, but he was out leading an entire force of the NTR Crusader in a war, and there would be no way that anyone would recognize her...or believe such a freak of nature could be Clara, the daughter of Reese Juarez, let alone his [i]adopted[/i] daughter; it's been over five years, anyway. Clara looked thoughtfully into the puddle that formed at her feet. She didn't like what she saw; she never did. Apparently, the locals didn't either; she just escaped an angry mob a few hours ago. Glumly, she flopped to the floor and sat, her figure slightly melting, and looked up again at the dojo. Regardless, she was going to get in, no matter what it took. Suddenly, Wyatt dropped from atop a short building and approached Clara; he took off his helmet, looked down, and smiled. "Everything alright?" he asked, sitting down as he did. "Look: I could let you win again next time if you want." She looked back at him, giving what she could of a smile (even though she didn't have a mouth). Wyatt was a good friend that she loved, and never failed to bring her back up. "I don't care what others think of what you are," he continued. "And unless you're being an ass--which you aren't--,you shouldn't either." Afterward, he sat up, looked toward Clara, and held out his hand to help her up. "Come on," he said, encouragingly. "We've got a fight to win." Clara looked up with bright eyes and grabbed his hand, standing up. Afterward, the two continued their way to the dojo until they reached a large, imposing brass gate, which gleamed off the faint light the moon cast upon it. She looked nostalgically at the ornate handles of the structure; it looked similar to the monastery that she and her father had come upon so long ago. Wyatt looked up at the top of the gate and dusted his hands. "Well," he affirmed. "This looks like the place." [spoiler]Open...and also looking for a Sensei.[/spoiler]