Cara, the Ember Protoframe
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Subject to Albrecht Entrati's Cruelty, this Irish Woman would become the progenitor for the Ember Warframe.
It was a cold January morning at the Höllvania Mall. Masses of survivors huddle in tight groups, partly in fear, partly in a want for just a bit more warmth despite the fact that the heat in the Mall had just been repaired. Despite the fear of the Scaldara and the Techrot, some people manage to keep a smile; an attempt at normalcy in otherwise turbulent times. Cara sits quietly at a table in the far corner of the Food Court, watching the people who tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. She forces a smile despite the panic that surged through her veins, her leg bouncing unconsciously. She'd kept an eye on the Drifter ever since they came here, since this seemingly endless time loop began
Cara sucks her teeth, watching as this new stranger mingles with the Hex and the Roundtable, laughing and cavorting like an old friend "What's the story with 'em?" she asks herself through grit teeth, hissing at the notion that somebody who alleges to come from thousands of years in the future would volunteer to stick around in this Hell