Dr. Susan Sharpe was a global name in chemistry, her holographic lectures on molecular engineering captivating millions. But fame came with limits—her research hit a wall, constrained by outdated tech and bureaucratic red tape.

Then she learned of Laurentia, a reclusive nation where Parvatism fused genetics and cybernetics into marvels no outsider could replicate: prosthetics that provided a sense of touch on par with the real thing, neural implants that enhanced cognition, and gene therapies that rewrote human potential.

To Sharpe, it was a scientific holy grail. Laurentia’s isolationist policies barred foreigners from its labs, so she made a bold choice: she’d immigrate, become a Parvatist, and earn her place among their elite.

Laurentia’s retro charm—cobblestone streets, jazz bars, early 1900s dresses—hid a ruthless system. Parvatism demanded women face genetic tests at 18, but as an immigrant, Sharpe negotiated an exception: she’d take the tests as an adult, proving her worth.

Her physical aptitude fell short—Parvatist standards prized raw athleticism she couldn’t match—but her intellect soared, granting her a scholar’s status. To secure full access to their tech, she volunteered for amputation, a ritual sacrifice to the faith.

She saw it as a means to an end: Parvatists revered amputees, and her brilliance would earn her advanced cybernetics, letting her study their secrets up close.

Post-amputation, Sharpe thrived, at least outwardly. Basic prosthetics let her teach online, her hologram demos dazzling Parvatist students.

Behind closed doors, she dissected Laurentian cybernetics, reverse-engineering their nanoparticle feedback systems. She dreamed of blending their tech with her chemical expertise to create something new—a fluid, adaptive material that could reshape medicine or weaponry. But Laurentia’s labs were tightly controlled, and her status as an outsider raised suspicions.

To dig deeper, she ventured into the gray market, trading with shadowy figures in less strict prefectures. That’s where she brushed against Serpent, the trafficking ring hiding in Laurentia’s shadows.

Serpent saw Sharpe’s potential—and her naivety. Posing as rogue scientists, they offered her rare data on Parvatist gene tech, but at a price: samples of her experimental chemical gel, a prototype she’d developed in secret.

Sharpe complied, believing it a fair trade, until Watchtower’s siege on Serpent’s stronghold turned her world upside down.

The raid, led by Shuza (soon to be Grieving Ghost), exposed Serpent’s true nature—traffickers who’d used Sharpe’s gel to turn select brainwashed captives into submissive sentinels, Slave Knights.

Worse, the chaos destroyed her lab, her research, and her fragile trust in Laurentia. The Parvatist elite, including the Royal Family, fearing scandal, distanced themselves, leaving her isolated.

With few options, Sharpe fled to Centris, a glittering megacity on Ketnar. A wealthy patron, enamored with her past fame, funded her return to the spotlight, but it felt like another cage—public lectures, no real freedom.

Watching Shuza on screens, hailed as a hero for dismantling Serpent, Sharpe’s resentment grew. Shuza had fought and won, while Sharpe’s sacrifices—her limbs, her dreams—had led to ruin.

She blamed Shuza’s reckless siege for ruining an entire decade worth of progress.

In Centris, Sharpe found an ally. The infamous kingpin and British nationalist, The Engineer.

Together, they perfected her chemical gel, turning it into prosthetic limbs that defied physics.

As Meltdown, Sharpe could stretch, morph, or harden her fluid limbs, shifting them from scalding plasma to razor-sharp crystal with a thought.

Nanoparticle sensors let her feel every twist, making her body a living lab.

Trained by the Engineer in combat and tactics, she honed her mind as much as her gel, plotting to destroy Shuza—not just for revenge, but to prove she could rise above the system that broke her.

Now, as Meltdown, Sharpe stalks Centris, her liquid limbs a symbol of her reclaimed agency. But her vendetta blinds her to Shuza’s own scars, setting them on a collision course where science, grief, and fury will decide who rebuilds and who burns.

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Art by  tortoisesensei

Character belongs to Famwammer and is part of Fireball.