Name's Iyata. I grew up on the water. Literally. My parents were fishers. I dunno, maybe they still are. I ain't seen 'em since I was 8... maybe 9? I signed on with a salvage crew real young, you see. I needed to "see the world and make me fortune." Well, it was a good life, for the most part. Decent money, good company, and the freedom of the open sea. I'm in my early 20's now, been serving on The Saphire Sun under Capt. Ferson for over a decade He's like a second father he is... I mean he was. Pearle was going to retire after that last job. That meant I was up for first mate. Yea, that never happened. The job was a trap, had to be. An ancient temple on a remote island? Yea, yea, I hear it now too. There's reasons abandoned temples stay abandoned, you know? Anyhoo, 'bout the time we found the ritual chamber it was all-the-sudden all fire, falling stones, and things with gears and pincers, and smoke. It's a blur now, but somehow I was able to crawl and scrabble my way out of there. Capn' yelled "grab the stone and bail!" So that's what I did. I made it out... mostly. My legs was shattered and my right arm... well it's buried with the rest of the crew... probably. Then it all goes black. That was 'roun-about six months ago and the next thing I recall would be last week. I woke up on the shore of the mainland, no idea how I got back. No ship, no crew, but all healed up. I could feel my legs, AND my arm! But then I looked down and instead of my beautiful red fur, there was brass. Brass pistons and gears and cables and such with that damned stone embedded in the arm piece. Only comfort is my new body is strong. And the shield-stone in the arm? I can swear she listens when I talk to her, and when I flex my arms just right, look what pops out!