I have gone to look for myself;
If you happen to see me,
please hold me until I get back.

 - Anon.

Volarian

Whatever it is, it's flickering. Flames always do, even when the air around them is still. This particular one is much taller than one might otherwise expect, nearing ten inches at times, as it leaps and branches between chandalier-like flues. The cable supplying each flue leads downwards and in, attaching to the prosoma of an arachnid robot - placed in the precise centre of the construct it supports. Dark blue body and leg-struts are moved by silvery hydraulics, interlocking cylinders unmarred by pigments or any visible lubricant. Its abdomen bears a neon yellow warning glyph whose caution of the explosives within seems nearly universal. The chandalier parts on either side of its abdomen and cephalothorax, clearing the way for photoreceptors and delicate manipulators in front, and stronger, more nearly humanoid-hand shaped manipulators behind.

The trailing hiss of hydraulics blends with that of gaseous fuel through each flue of the chandalier, the flames they supply jumping and sparking through most of the rainbow. It's rare for sparks to land very far from the main body of the fire, and they never set anything else ablaze, though blue or white-hot material escapes at times. Through this curtain of fire, it's possible to note that the centre of the chandalier/robot assembly is arrayed with solids - most charred over their surface. One catches from a too-close flame, giving a series of crackles before dying out again. One can almost distinguish words.. Is the fire muttering to itself?

Background & such

Little is known of the flamebeings' history, as the vast majority has been removed by parties unknown. That wouldn't have been particularly difficult, considering that the lack of incorporated hardware space for long-term memory means she didn't even necessarily have what was removed on her person when it vanished. The imperfectly concealed data-trail led in the direction of the mess, and she followed as quickly as possible. Since then, she's been too busy getting her bearings to inquire about the matter.

Data can be stored in just about anything, so it's by no means going to be easy to pin down even some of her memories - much less who removed them in the first place.

The Mind Within

So far, the person designating itself 'Volarian' seems to be fairly bland. Curious, polite, expressive (but not effusive), and occasionally helpful. A bit slow on the uptake of a joke. Among other things, this hides a passion for the workings of all things mechanical. Hardly surprising though, since she's only had the opportunity to do a little clean-up work, if that.

Of course, the lot of you are free to argue or add on to this summary

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