Sterope

Torn asunder from their own world, and then from the cozy little laboratory they found themself in, Sterope is not sure what they're doing in this world.

Well, what they're doing is following around Neamhain. Neamhain knows best, after all, even if they can barely understand her garbled language and even that's enough for them to tell that she's completely off the rails.

She... is trying to teach them her language, though. So that's something.

Neamhain keeps their head tucked under hood and robe to make sure that no harm ever comes to them. It seems she has assigned herself as their protector. Sterope is not sure where their actual progenitors are, but, hey, they'll find them eventually, right? It's not like whatever powerful species that made them could have... gone off and DIED, or anything.

No no. That'd be silly.

Alien/ink hybrid....thing. Can see and sense with magic. Stuck following a bounty hunter. To be finished once their companions are actually on DA.