[this isn't the first time amara's been on a ship. her most recent home was on board the sanctuary iii with the other crimson raiders and vault hunters. admittedly her room was... significantly bigger and nicer than her second class cabin aboard this ship, but she can't complain.
...anymore, at least. she got it all out her system a while ago.
she misses her guns, most of all. fortunately for everyone around her, the ship's warped her memories enough that she doesn't recall the sanctuary being a space ship, nor does she remember her otherworldy siren powers. she doesn't question how her tattoos no longer glow or how she can no longer access a digistruct bank through her communication device. she makes no attempts to solve a mystery she doesn't know needs solving, doesn't feel like the powers she doesn't know she had have been stolen. she continues on as many others on board the ship does, none the wiser.
amara can be found most nights at the third class party, drinking, laughing loudly and telling stories of her exploits. the scars littering her body don't imply any of them are untrue.]
Hello, friend! [she might approach you if you're being a wallflower. or just at the party? look, it's a social occasion.] Are you enjoying the festivities? I haven't done anything like this for quite a while! Well... not counting the last several nights before this, at least!
top side
[the water isn't right. dangers in the ocean, that's nothing new, but this water that's foaming around the ship as it surges forward-- it's not right.
she isn't used to feeling like this. amara doesn't respond to things with fear. she doesn't get scared-- she's a brave hero who fights to protect the weak, the tiger of partali! how can she be scared by the water? those big shapes duck and weave over each other, elegant in any other situation. something deep down tells her they're going to jump out of the water and onto the deck at any moment, even though they never do.
she's staring over the edge intensely having only glanced out of curiosity, gripped with the paranoia. if anyone approaches her, she whips around, expression wild and throws a punch at them.]
Get away from me!
wild card
[ya'll know what to do, PM me or hit me up on jabbers if you wanna discuss anything!]
amara the siren / borderlands 3
[this isn't the first time amara's been on a ship. her most recent home was on board the sanctuary iii with the other crimson raiders and vault hunters. admittedly her room was... significantly bigger and nicer than her second class cabin aboard this ship, but she can't complain.
...anymore, at least. she got it all out her system a while ago.
she misses her guns, most of all. fortunately for everyone around her, the ship's warped her memories enough that she doesn't recall the sanctuary being a space ship, nor does she remember her otherworldy siren powers. she doesn't question how her tattoos no longer glow or how she can no longer access a digistruct bank through her communication device. she makes no attempts to solve a mystery she doesn't know needs solving, doesn't feel like the powers she doesn't know she had have been stolen. she continues on as many others on board the ship does, none the wiser.
amara can be found most nights at the third class party, drinking, laughing loudly and telling stories of her exploits. the scars littering her body don't imply any of them are untrue.]
Hello, friend! [she might approach you if you're being a wallflower. or just at the party? look, it's a social occasion.] Are you enjoying the festivities? I haven't done anything like this for quite a while! Well... not counting the last several nights before this, at least!
top side
[the water isn't right. dangers in the ocean, that's nothing new, but this water that's foaming around the ship as it surges forward-- it's not right.
she isn't used to feeling like this. amara doesn't respond to things with fear. she doesn't get scared-- she's a brave hero who fights to protect the weak, the tiger of partali! how can she be scared by the water? those big shapes duck and weave over each other, elegant in any other situation. something deep down tells her they're going to jump out of the water and onto the deck at any moment, even though they never do.
she's staring over the edge intensely having only glanced out of curiosity, gripped with the paranoia. if anyone approaches her, she whips around, expression wild and throws a punch at them.]
Get away from me!
wild card
[ya'll know what to do, PM me or hit me up on