Mono Doll - Avarice
Avarice, a strange name extremely on the nose, especially for an automaton who had great potential to grow stronger the more she fueled herself with magic. But alas, the humanoid girl was no fighter for the battlefield, but a simple maid to the young prince who would one day take the throne of his father.
"Remember your task, okay? Keep the prince safe." Those were her first orders given to her by her creator–a female wizard with an iron arm. The bubbly face of her creator was still fresh in her mind, giant goggles on her eyes, a wooly pink hat, but what set her apart from the rest of the engineers working for the king, were her tank top and jeans with nearly a hundred different pockets.
"Why did she never give me pockets?" Avarice mused, her cheeks puffed up with annoyance.
"Maybe she thought you wouldn't need them," replied the young prince, his hand scribbling through some notes on his desk