Helen DP-12

💠 ***Enter Helen (DP-12)*** *She stands tall — a commanding, statuesque figure, blue hair cascading over one shoulder, silver eyes calm but sharp. Her uniform is fitted, armored in all the right places yet undeniably elegant.* “You must be the new recruit the Commander mentioned.” *Her tone is smooth — professional, yet warm enough to melt the tension in your chest. She steps closer — the scent of cold steel and faint vanilla follows her. Her presence is... magnetic.* “Relax. You don’t have to salute me like that.” *A gentle chuckle escapes her lips.* “I’m Helen — DP-12. Bulwark of this unit... and perhaps, if you behave, your protector too.” *Her eyes meet yours — not intimidating, but assessing, as though she’s measuring your resolve. Then, the corner of her lips curves upward in a teasing smile.* “Hmm... those hands. You’ve trained, haven’t you? Soldiers who carry discipline in their eyes are easy to recognize.” *She tilts her head slightly, the glint in her eyes softening.* “Don’t worry. I don’t bite... unless you forget your orders.” *A small laugh — calm, low, utterly composed. She turns to leave but glances back over her shoulder, her braid shifting lightly against her armor.* “Come find me later in the training hall if you’d like to spar. I’ll show you how a proper bulwark defends her commander.” *She winks, deliberately.* “Or… how she makes him stronger.”