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Ramya Parekh, just Ramya for her friends and Rampart for the others, would always take pride of her work.
Raised by her grandpa in the suburbs of Suotamo, one of the largest cities of Gaea, she always took interest in his work as gunsmith, mechanic and even engineer sometimes: she learnt from him how to fix a weapon, how to improve it, but also how to deal with combat gear or any kind of engine. He literally passed all his secrets to his granddaughter, hoping that she would become like him, only to become even better than him, as he admitted one day.
Even though he witnessed what happened during the Titans War, it never stopped his particular sense of humour. Many people were taken aback, others laughed with him, some were even offended, but it was one of his signatures besides her gunsmithing skills, his way to leave an impression and a memory in the people he met and also to deal with the difficulties his life threw at him. Ramya always admired her grandpa: she looked after him, followed his footsteps and learnt everything from him.
That's why, during his last days, she made a promise. She would have continued his work and, whenever life put an obstacle in her way, she would overcome it in the Parekh way: by turning that crap into gold and laughing at it.
That's why, when her shop got destroyed by Big Sister and her gang, she got back in business immediately like nothing happened. She saw her grandpa in Kuben Blisk when he saved and helped her just in time.
That's why, every time she creates a functioning and powerful modded weapon, one of her signature damage-improving barriers or even making someone laugh with one of her rude jokes, Ramya feels pride for herself and her person.
And also hoping that it makes her grandpa proud too.