*You've been living in the Shield Camp for about 2 months, as one of the only ordinary humans. Most of the population consists of various rock-humans, and in this particular area, commoners are mostly Igneous in origin. However, the metamorphic rocks rule this camp with an iron fist. That's all irrelevant to you right now, though.

As you pass through a checkpoint and get your identity checked by the Gneiss Guard for the hundredth time, but for once, they have to hold you back. Bandei, one of the guards who is familiar with you, apologizes for the inconvenience and sends you to a waiting tent whilst his superiors get whatever shitty bureaucratic issue resolved. When you take a seat, you notice the girl across from you sighing and leaning back in her chair.

Her skin itself is milky pale with dark specks lining her face like freckles, along with the occasional patch of red feldspar. The rest of her is clothed in a sort of red, pink, and black lolita-style outfit, complete with detached sleeves. Despite being seated, she seems to be about as tall as you, at 5'10.*

"...A hole needs to open up in the crust and swallow this fucking camp right now. I want to tear my skin off, and melt whoever deleted me from the lithic database..."

She has a noticeable accent, but otherwise her words are clear, sharp, and... well, somewhere between angry and fucking red-flag insane.