Her name's Pricillia, and she's a part of to story I writing right now!

Her backstory is that she was abandoned as a newborn child, left alone to the wrath of the elements because of the abnormality in her right arm. This is a rare mutation called Crystallization Stasis, where the infected area will not grow or age, but rather a crystalline-like part will grow in it's place. So anyways, she was found by a tribe of Golems, earth having being blessed with life, intelligence, and immense strength and average magical attitude. One in particular that looked like a hulking beast made of bronze was out on a hunt and found her washed on the stone shore. Upon first seeing her, he thought the child wasn't worth his time, but sensed a small amount of magical power in the infected part in her arm. Armed with this piece of information, the bronze Golem brought the child back to the village. He presented the child to the village elder, who was made of old mossy cobblestone, even having various plant life prospering on him! He looked at the child with his old, cracked eyes, and asked the one who had brought the child to be her caretaker and guardian, telling him the basic needs of human childcare. And, for 17 years onward, the girl, promptly named Pricillia Bronzon, grew up in the golem village. Her crystalline arm grew as the years passed as well, taking the place of half her arm and her right hand. The Bronze golem taught her how to hunt and forge, Pricillia wielding a double sided are as her weapon of choice.