/*  Your lips feel warm to the touch
  You can bring me back to life
  On the outside you're ablaze and alive
  But you're dead inside  */

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~~~Hierophant E.D.E.N. 702~~~
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An all-too-perfect, disturbingly unemotional being stands before you. Perhaps she has a gun pointed at you, perhaps she has a fist of metal and flesh poised to slam into you...

But most likely, she's just standing there. Staring through you, not at you. Speaking in a mechanical monotone, while her red, enhanced eyes shifted and scanned the surroundings at a near constant basis.

What's her name? Names are for the born, not the manufactured nor the transformed. She might call herself a Hierophant, but that's a title and job description, not a role. She might call herself E.D.E.N., but that's even less than Hierophant - a description of what she is, not who.

The only point of individuality is her number - marking her as the seven hundred and second one of her kind.

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~~~IMPORTANT DETAILS~~~
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Hierophant E.D.E.N. [Enhanced Duplicate Engineering Neoconstruct] 702 is six feet tall even. She has a slender, somewhat muscular build, thin hips and a fairly small bust.

Her eyes are red, the irises seeming to constantly rotate and change size as she scans the environment, and her bone-bleached hair is typically held out of her face.

702's skin is pale, and occasionally scarred and rough, suggesting a life of labour. Her skin is lined with metal and subdermal wires in certain places, making her look almost like a fleshy robot, and her number - 702 - is tattooed on each shoulder.