Sleek black iron and dark ironwood frame and body, tall, torso has a hidden compartment

Once upon a time, Jett was a courier of The Empire. An aetherforged designed around making sure precious cargo got where it needed to go. At some point, they were tampered with and set on a life path of smuggling. When the cataclysm came, they were shut down, their aetherite core cracked. And by chance, a group of explorers from Bastion found them in an old ruin. Once brought to Bastion, a member of the Blue Water Company, used up an IOU to repair Jett's aetherite core, bringing them back online.
Jett awoke to a new world, some memories fully intact, others...lost. Jett did some odd jobs for the Blue Water Company for a few years, but after a job had gone bad, they separated to strike out on their own. And it was then that they found what they were looking for. A device from the old Empire. The Smuugler's Fold. A cube made up of smaller shifting cubes. Tapping into it meant something, like a forgotten phrase, or a loose memory dangling just out of grasp. They remembered. Days of being a smuggler...no, a courier? SMUGGLER?! The words mean different things but they seemed glued together in Jett's mind.