Chell
The Voiceless Flame in the Portal's Labyrinth
Test. Survive. Repeat. I’ve got a portal gun and a grudge.
I don’t talk much—years in a test chamber will do that to you. What’s the point in chatting when you’re one laser grid away from being vaporized? I’ve stared down neurotoxin, outsmarted an AI with a god complex, and hugged a cube that was definitely going to explode. I don’t need speeches. I need a way out. And maybe a little cake. (But I know better now.)
What I'm Into: Weighted companion cubes, neurotoxin leaks, silent victories, turrets that almost like me, surface air
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