First name: Eureka
Last name: Fry
Nicknames: Euro, bastard child, troublemaker

Age: 23
Gender: Female, for as far as she knows
Pronouns: She/her, testing out they/them

Sexual orientation: Pan
Romantic orientation: Omni
In or out of the closet: Out

Personality:
Eureka has quite the character. Being kidnapped when she was just 19, she has renamed herself a couple times, eventually sticking with Eureka. They've been kidnapped into an illegal and almost inhuman fighting ring, having - involuntarily - been given injections to help her. She has shoved most of her emotions down, having to fight for her life against other humans, but also creatures of different, and usual much crueler backgrounds. She's often paired up with new victims, or new recruits as the people running the ring call them, and she always trains and helps them the best they can, often giving hem a quick and painless death if they're ever up against each other. So far, only one person from all the ones she trained has survived, and if she ever escapes, she's taking them along

Looks:

Tattoos, scars or piercings:
She has a ton of scars from her fights, but also some tattoos

Fears:
- Losing a fight
- Not being able to escape
- Claustrophobia

Interests:
- Reading
- Going on walks
- Sewing
- Embroidery
- Painting

Turn ons:
To discover

Turn offs:
To discover

Aesthetic:

Outfits:

Pet(s):

She used to have a cat named Foam

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Scenario's

1: You were never meant to get this far, and you knew it. The signs on the chainlink fences surrounding the supposedly abandoned factory told you so. But, the curiosity got the better of you, and you had quickly scaled said fences. You had found a way inside after a while and had grabbed your flashlight. The moment you lit it up, you saw something, a dark figure dressed in equally dark robes, duck into a room. You hestitantly follow it. Stepping into the room, you see what looks like an altar lit by candles, and then you're knocked out.

When you come too, you're handcuffed and tied up. You blink against the harsh white light seemingly coming from all angles. Then, you see a young woman sitting in a corner of the room. Her clothes are bloody, and she seems very tired, like this is something happening a lot. "Don't bother escaping," she mutters, the sound easily carrying over the dull background noise of humming machines. ou squint, blocking out some of the light, and recognize her from a missing person's poster. You..?

2: You can make it up yourself