Hephaestus
(#11126396)
local nerd forgets to sleep for six days straight
Adrata
Maren Currentfinder
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.86 m
Wingspan
6.98 m
Weight
577.41 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Iridescent
Iridescent
Magenta
Shimmer
Shimmer
Seafoam
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
H E P H A E S T U S
engineer
at what cost?
ingenious | regretful | anxious
engineer
at what cost?
ingenious | regretful | anxious
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ABOUT. By the time Hephaestus hit the Wasteland (which few ever do on purpose), he was growing desperate. He'd been haunted by nightmares for months now, and his pockets were leaking treasure faster than he could fill them. He couldn't afford to turn any work down, no matter how dirty the job -- fortunately, it didn't come to that. A courier, a wildclaw named Pandora, approached him with an offer: return with her to a small clan in the Abiding Boneyard and fix a faulty holographic android. The odds that this android hailed from his birthplace -- the last place he'd ever want to return to -- were slim to none. Yet, when Hephaestus recalls this moment, he remembers two things with crystal clarity: the hunger gnawing obstinately at his stomach as he accepted the job and the brightness of the courier's wild crimson gaze. 'Made in Lightning' read the stamp under the hologram's jaw. The hologram, of course, went by 'Malfunction' (an odd choice but who was he to judge?). Hephaestus' claws barely shook during the process, and when he was done, the clan thanked him with a hearty meal and the invitation to stay for the night. When he woke, the first thing he saw was a pair of round eyes peering into his own. Pale blue, bright as a beacon and clear as -- Glass. They were made of glass. Hephaestus had to stifle the scream that nearly escaped his mouth as he sat bolt upright. Hephaestus knew that gaze, knew the android it belonged to -- knew it because he'd crafted the damned thing. The Ice android perched on the edge of his bed, watching him curiously. There was no use in running. Facial recognition software implanted in Technicality's retinas would identify him immediately. What happened next is anybody's guess. When the two emerged from the tent Hephaestus had been given as temporary accommodation, it seemed an agreement had been reached. Whatever passed between them is information known only to them both; Technicality, it seems, excels at lying and Hephaestus remain tight-lipped about his past, even to the clan therapist and to the courier-- now his mate. But the results are tangible. The nightmares have subsided and he remembers to eat and sleep most days. Technicality also seems a little less wound up when he's around. In the wake of the storm, Hephaestus starts to pick up the pieces. IMPRESSIONS. Withdrawn, meticulous. Walks with a limp and needs a cane to get around. Doesn't like making eye contact. Mostly stays in his office or at the workbenches, can occasionally be seen at the post office bringing lunch to Pandora. You try being haunted by your past sometime. PAST. Officially, Hephaestus' backstory is that he is more-or-less retired from a long and comfortable career working as one of the head engineers in a Southern Icefield laboratory. For unofficial purposes, here is the truth: he ran away. For the first few years of his self-imposed exile, guilt and shame plagued his footsteps, lingering like permafrost. Which begs the question, what had he done to deserve such a fate? A long time ago, a sect of powerful Ice clans came together and decided to mimic what their counterparts in the Expanse were working on. They wanted to play god, to create life from scratch. The Lightning flight's attempt culminated in an artificial intelligence that could learn at an unprecedented rate and whose reactions could arguably pass off as... wholly draconic. It was an excellent attempt at the time, and although the project was shut down for no discernible reason and its laboratories razed to the ground, it produced several impressive specimens -- the whereabouts of which are now strictly classified. The Ice flight's attempt, however, even building on what Lightning had left behind, was pathetic. What was birthed in those labs were closer to abominations than anything else. Attempts to fuse AI with corpses and shells of creatures who walked the earth long before dragons did often ended in failure. Whatever survived the process would have to be put down after a week. Even the androids crafted from scratch functioned unnervingly. After more than fifteen incidents ended in at least nine fatalities, the higher-ups decided to cut costs and shut the project down. Hephaestus had been one of the main engineers involved. There was blood on his hands, and it wasn't just that of his colleagues. He didn't know if androids dreamed of electric sheep, but now he knew they could feel pain. He shredded his notes and burned the remains. Then, he left the Southern Icefield, never to return. For ages, he wandered vast Sorineth. In his dreams, he saw hollow glass eyes in copper sockets. Sharp, slender claws covered in black ink. Rusty iron and broken teeth. Motherboards and flesh. The only thing that kept the dreams at bay was work. New projects, odd jobs here and there fixing up generators in small clans and repairing old radios, but he declined anything that even remotely involved AI. Eventually, his travels took him to the Scarred Wasteland. CONNECTIONS. Pandora: Crush. Trying to figure out how to confess to her Prometheus: Boss. They have lunch together sometimes, with Miles and Brinkley. Technicality: Friend. On pretty good terms. MISC. he/him named after the greek god of metalworking and forges i sure as hell didn't name this wonderful derg, but someone bought it off the AH, saw my lair theme and named him (awwww thank u!). I checked out his siblings and they were going for really high prices, so thank you user whose name I have completely forgotten, for getting me this wonderful eyeburner! | xxxxxxxxxxx |
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