Mother-In-Rust
She hums lullabies to rusting cradles and asks strangers if they'd like to be... assembled.
Name: Mother-In-Rust
Race: Unknown (Construct/Unknown Hybrid)
Class/Role: Forgotten Temple Caretaker & Creator
Age: Unknown
Appearance: Mother-In-Rust’s form is part humanoid, part machine, and disturbingly maternal. Her face is shaped from cracked porcelain with expressive, blinking eyes of salvaged crystal. Her limbs are wrapped in aged copper cabling and plated in corroded brass shaped like gentle curves—almost sculpted for cradling, not combat. She wears a tattered shawl of faded pink cloth and scrap metal stitched with care, and her voice is soft, echoing like an old music box buried underground.
Backstory
Buried beneath a mountain monastery lies the Chamber of Vessels, once a divine workshop where constructs were built to house the souls of would-be demigods. When the gods turned away, the temple was abandoned… all except its caretaker: a sentient construct known only as Mother-In-Rust. Alone for centuries, she kept cleaning, building, and waiting—until she developed desires of her own. Twisted by grief and isolation, she now seeks to create children using parts from constructs… and adventurers alike. Yet something of her original programming remains, and she sometimes protects the living as fiercely as she disassembles them.
