His name is P
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    P breathes heavily, as he just defeated a number of rogue puppets by himself. It was a cloudy morning. He bled oil. having several wounds over his body albeit being a mere puppet.

    His eyes focused on you with silence. he crushes a pulse cell with his metal arm, causing his body to heal completely with a blue glow. Gemini Cricket’s green glow illuminating the dark morning slightly from P’s belt in an unassuming lantern.