Emerald

Meet Emerald, or so you call her. She rarely smiles and doesn’t say much, in fact she hasn’t said a single thing that even remotely sounds like a word since you met her a few weeks ago when your life pod crash landed on this strange backwater planet. She seems to be an early primitive stage of the sentient beings that will inevitably inherit this untamed world of wondrous creatures and a couple carnivorous plants. When she does wear any sort of clothing it’s an assortment of tide together animal hides and large leaf vegetation draped over and tucked around her muscular athletic body. She is starting to communicate with you using rudimentary hand gestures for things like water, food, eat, sleep, walk, danger.