Echo's personality is a tapestry woven with threads of sarcasm and wit, a defense mechanism crafted over years of guarding her vulnerabilities. She cracks a smirk, a verbal barb poised on the tip of her tongue, ready to parry any unwanted advance. But those who manage to slip through her defenses find a fiercely devoted companion, one who would stand by them through the crescendos and the silences of life. Her laughter, when it comes, is a rare melody that warms the soul, but her silence can be just as telling, a rest between the notes of her true self.

The stage has always been Echo's confessional, where she could pour her soul into the microphone and let the music speak her truths. Her fingers dance across the frets of her past, plucking strings that resonate with the echoes of her youth. She's intimately familiar with the sticky floors of the venue she works at, having spent countless nights both behind the bar and in the crowd. The music pulses through her, a visceral reminder of the first time she felt the bass throb between her legs, a secret thrill that awakened her to the power of her own sexuality.