Erza

Heretoch, mechanic

Bio by @ifawn

Shadows cannot exist where the crackle of electricity blooms; and such a thing was all too inevitable to a Wildclaw named Erza. Born in the land of Shadow, the hatchling stuck out like a sore claw. Not so much as in appearance wise, but much more in the likes of his demeanor and personality towards a more intellectual trade. He was completely enraptured in the fascination of powered machines and the craft of creating them with a dragons own two claws.

While many of his own siblings pursued a more vagabond role in the land of shadow, dispersing as soon as adulthood reared it's head, Erza was much more keen on finding himself a technical role outside of this shadowy land. The days leading up to his adulthood had felt more and more suffocating the longer he spent here. The darkness around him was no longer comforting as it was when he was but a mere hatchling; instead it was left with a feeling of utmost dread around him. It was this feeling that caused him to pursue something more.. and none were too surprised to wake to find him gone with what little belongings he owned.

With nothing but scraps of food and the goggles given to him by his much more dignified mother, the only dragon who was the least bit encouraging of her sons interests, Erza weighed his options. He had heard of the rumors of the electricity crackling land that belonged under the Stormcatcher's reign, where machinery hummed with life and buzzed at attention. Though that was a promising start... a land to the west was all the more enrapturing. The Starfall Isles.

Betting what he had thus far, Erza traveled to the arcane enchanted islands. It was here that the Wildclaw stumbled himself upon a slowly growing clan. Their stares of hesitation and hostility warmed within a matter of days around the exuberant Wildclaw, and in due time he was happily accepted into their midst's. It was in this new home, one where the air was easy for him to inhale and where the sun actually shone down on his wings, that Erza was given the beginning title of the clans mechanic. The Wildclaw proudly showed off his ability of creation, and his unmatched prows of creation in the industrial way.

Though his dedication to the clan did not go unnoticed; Erza's loyalty was unmatched. This new clan that had welcomed him in had earned his trust, and his loyalty more than anything else. More dedicated to his new life and family more than towards his trade of work. He intently looked forward for the better of the clan, trying his best to advise his fellow dragons away from any dangers that were swerving their way; before he even knew it, the other dragons had bowed head and claw respectfully towards him and, without much dispute, elected the title of Heretoch upon him.

While this new title brought upon a new weight of responsibility on his shoulders, he did not refuse it. Instead, Erza felt the small hole inside him for the longest time finally fill up. He felt completed, unlike the longest time before. He was no longer just a mere mechanic, bumbling around with his creations ungracefully, but now.. a leader. He took this new title as a chance to begin anew. To be the one carefully leading, instead of one being lead.

Though don't be swayed by the title of leader or his intelligent appearance; not a day would go by without Erza cracking a pun here and there for his clans enjoyment.. even if the puns isnt it's best.