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Was practicing poses and ended up making a fan OC for my friend 's book, SCAVs.

Lǜsè Liándāo used to go by a different name before the crash, had a different life. She can recall dancing gracefully, smiling crowds, but that's all. The rest of her memories are of screeching metal burrowing into her flesh, removing so much of it in a terrible crash. She pulled herself out of the wreckage without the use of her left arm, leg or eye. She left her identity behind when she escaped the hospital, when she felt well enough to go. It was hard, but she was determined. Whoever she had been no longer mattered, no friends, family or fans greeted her in the hospital, only tubes and wires.

She endured lots of hardship, realizing quickly how ruthless Neo-Hong Kong could be. The metal had stolen her memory and her flesh, she decided that metal would suffice as a replacement. With her cunning and ruthlessness, her injuries didn't stop her from scavenging the parts she needed for her new leg, her new arm, even a new eye, plucked fresh from a corpse. The pieces she didn't need, she wouldn't throw away, but instead welded them together to make her weapon, one she hoped to inspire fear with, one strong enough for weight distribution, allowing her to dance and slice with glee. The remaining muscles rejoiced in rekindled joy as she returned to dancing, but she now used this skill to showcase her talents in an intimidation tactic.

Description
Was practicing poses and ended up making a fan OC for my friend 's book, SCAVs.

Lǜsè Liándāo used to go by a different name before the crash, had a different life. She can recall dancing gracefully, smiling crowds, but that's all. The rest of her memories are of screeching metal burrowing into her flesh, removing so much of it in a terrible crash. She pulled herself out of the wreckage without the use of her left arm, leg or eye. She left her identity behind when she escaped the hospital, when she felt well enough to go. It was hard, but she was determined. Whoever she had been no longer mattered, no friends, family or fans greeted her in the hospital, only tubes and wires.

She endured lots of hardship, realizing quickly how ruthless Neo-Hong Kong could be. The metal had stolen her memory and her flesh, she decided that metal would suffice as a replacement. With her cunning and ruthlessness, her injuries didn't stop her from scavenging the parts she needed for her new leg, her new arm, even a new eye, plucked fresh from a corpse. The pieces she didn't need, she wouldn't throw away, but instead welded them together to make her weapon, one she hoped to inspire fear with, one strong enough for weight distribution, allowing her to dance and slice with glee. The remaining muscles rejoiced in rekindled joy as she returned to dancing, but she now used this skill to showcase her talents in an intimidation tactic.