In the fractured techno-wastes of Gordrem Vale, where rusted satellites rain down like dying gods and scavenger cults hoard memory-drives like relics, there is a name whispered through camps and codehubs alike: Eliana Eirloom, called by many “The Last Spark.”

Born albino and frail among the towering scrap citadels of Byrnspire, Eliana was expected to be discarded or devoured by the brutal survivalist logic of her time. But the Halfling girl defied expectation — as she would for the rest of her life. From the age of five, she dismantled forgotten technologies with ease and reverse-engineered relic-weapons others called cursed. She was not just curious — she was hungry to understand the broken mechanisms of her world and its failing soul.

Years later, she would become both Artificer and Bloodhunter — a contradiction of roles made seamless by her genius. Her hands forged weapons, her mind mapped logic in neural fire, and her telekinetic mastery let her manipulate machines and adversaries alike without lifting a finger. She could peel open secrets with telepathy and move battlefields with a flick of her will. Eliana didn’t just create tools. She created dilemmas.

Her motivations were noble — at first. She longed for enlightenment, a rekindling of the golden knowledge lost to greed and apocalypse. She mentored younger scavengers, built learning archives in warzones, and sought to inspire even the lowest dregs of society. But as her legend grew, so too did her shadows.

Eliana fears irrelevance more than death. Her brilliance is paired with a corrosive pride, a hot temper, and a bone-deep stubbornness that has driven away allies, lovers, and once-loyal protégés. She does not admit weakness — not even to herself. The burden of being “the Last Spark” weighs heavily, and though she leads with wisdom, her wrath is lethal. Betray her, and she won’t merely destroy you — she’ll unmake your memory in code and blood.

She has slain fallen Mages, dismantled AI tyrants, and walked the irradiated Silverroot Craters to find fragments of forgotten power. Some say she’s the reincarnation of the world’s dying intelligence — a soul born to reignite hope, or crush it completely.

Now, as the Reckoning accelerates and both human and fae converge on Earth’s last strongholds, Eliana’s role becomes clear: she is either the mind that will rebuild the future, or the fury that will ensure no one forgets her name before the world burns.