Diesel moth girl with a bronze, steampunk-ish aesthetic.

Not sure what her original purpose was. Her wings were kind of useless even before being torn up, and besides that she doesn’t really have any special features or tools. She doesn't talk, or normally, at least. She seems to have a couple bells and such inside her that she can ring to try and convey some amount of emotion. Because of this, her name is now Belle. She probably had a different name in a past life, but she doesn't really ring about it. She might not even remember it.

Despite joints getting stuck sometimes and a fucked up motor, she moves with a certain sort of grace to her, like a dancer. Her unique feet give the impression that she's always on her toes, and kinda rocks on them when idle.