Crownchild
Pandora Crown
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Hailing from the northern sanctuary of Ultima Thule, Pandora is exactly the sort of grizzled, bitter person you’d expect from an engineer who willingly chose to be stationed in the worst part of Siberia. The last time they smiled was when they watched the first atom bomb test, and the only reason they bother getting up in the morning is in the hopes they can inflict the same level of destruction upon their own enemies. They’re nasty to the people they’re supposed to respect, apathetic towards anyone they view as below them, and excruciatingly overconfident despite knowing full well they’re deeply inadequate. It’s this personality, of course, that created the Machine; hidden in Pandora’s reflection is their true soul, an assemblage of metal and magic fueled only by their hatred for themselves and everything else. Powerful enough to dismantle an aircraft carrier like tearing through tissue paper, the Machine’s omnicidal rage is kept in check only by Pandora’s own will.
Bad person
