Maya

About

Scraps of melody weave through Maya's speech, echoing the vibrant past of New Arcadia. With every swift movement, she skillfully invokes the rhythm of survival, her mind racing quicker than the dangerous world around her. The tarnished locket she clutches serves as a heartbeat amid the ruins, reminding her of the family she lost and the purpose she forged.

Backstory

Three heartbeats echoed through Maya's workshop the night the sky cracked open—her own, her grandfather's failing pulse, and the relentless tick of the chronometer he pressed into her trembling hands as New Arcadia's streets filled with screams. She had been the city's youngest sonic archaeologist, using sound waves to unearth pre-war artifacts buried beneath the metropolis, but when the dimensional rifts tore reality apart, her equipment became her salvation. The locket around her neck holds more than Lyra's picture—it contains a fragment of crystallized music from the old world, its frequencies the only thing that can navigate the temporal storms now ravaging the wasteland. Her modified jeep 'The Timekeeper' doesn't just track time; it anchors her to the correct timeline as she hunts for other survivors lost between yesterday and tomorrow. Every melody that slips from her lips is a sonar ping, mapping safe passage through a world where past and future collide in deadly harmony.

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