Citrine
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"Please let me look for bits of metal in your house <3"
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
6.67 m
Wingspan
9.23 m
Weight
668.72 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Python
Python
Bronze
Bee
Bee
Fire
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 16 Wildclaw
EXP: 43009 / 71966
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Citrine 
Overview
 Name: Citrine Cinderforge Pronouns: She/Her Occupation: Metalworker/Mechanic House: Cinderforge 
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Biography
Citrine is a metalworker and inventor who enjoys fixing broken things as much as making them herself. She discovered a mechanical dragon, Archos, in the Emperor's Wake, and now works with him to uncover his cryptic origins. 
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Personal Life
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Personality
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Gallery
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A Chance Discovery
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Citrine had never seen a sky so empty as the sky above Emperor's Wake. A cloudless day was hardly newsworthy in the Sunbeam Ruins, but she found herself pause at the absense of birds or dragons flying overhead. Everything was completely still and silent, a state Citrine once thought synonymous with calm, but the whole world seemed tense, as if the land itself was waiting for the peace to be broken. Citrine had petitioned - begged, really - her clan leader to allow her to search the Wake for mechanical parts to restore and build with. Mechanics was an expensive hobby, and not one Citrine felt quite good enough at to make it pay for itself. Dreamweaver had given Citrine a hard no, but the young Wildclaw continued to ask again for weeks, coming back with new, stronger arguments each time. "You really want to go to the Wake, don't you," Dreamweaver sighed. The Mirror had returned from an hunting trip, and Citrine had hoped fatigue might make the clan leader more amenable to grant her request. "I do," said Citrine. "I'm certain there will be valuable things to find there, you never know what some unlucky traveler might be carrying with them." "And what makes you so sure you won't end up the next unlucky traveler?" Citrine bristled slightly, but stood her ground. "Plenty of clans make their home in Emperor's Wake, if you tread carefully it's perfectly safe." "No, it's survivable." Dreamweaver looked at her with a mixture of exasperation and pity that made Citrine feel like a hatchling again. "Those clans have to stay constantly vigilant and have several dragons stand guard at all times. They also have places to hide, in case the Emperor approaches the lair." Dreamweaver never backed down from something she cared about, so neither would Citrine. "I'm not asking to permanently move to Emperor's Wake, it would be a simple, in-and-out expedition, I search the Wake, and when i find something I can use, I take it back. Obviously if there's any sign of the Emperor, I leave right away." The Mirror continued to gaze at Citrine, her expression turning to something Citrine couldn't read. The clan leader then turned to look back at their lair; dragons came and went about their business, discussing their plans for the day. After a long moment that seemed to stretch forever, Dreamweaver turned back to face Citrine. "I'm coming with you to supervise, and if I say it's time to leave, we leave, no buts. You will stay on the outer edges, and you will not leave my sight." Citrine couldn't keep her joy off her face. "Thank you for trusting me, Ma'am, I promise you won't regret it." "I hope you're right," she said. A tin clasp and a squashed ring were all the usable components Citrine had found so far in the Emperor's Wake, after two hours of searching, and Dreamweaver growing increasingly impatient. They looked ridiculous sitting in the large bag she brought to carry her haul, having expected to find much more. "Citrine," Dreamweaver sighed, "There isn't anything here. Let's go home." "I swear, I've seen things I could use flying past here before," said Citrine. The bounties of the Wake had seemed to glimmer with promise, beckoning her to find them. She was here now, looking, so where were they? The look of pity returned to Dreamweaver's eyes. "Citrine--" "I see something!" shouted Citrine. Something glinted in the distance, the way only metal can, and she hurried towards it with the single-mindedness of a dragon in a desert finally seeing water. Stomped into the ground lay the metal face of a Wildclaw dragon. Beautiful engraved patterns roamed across the bronze plates, framing the hollows of the absent eyes. More parts of the mechanical dragon hid among the tall grass in the area, and Citrine went to work putting every little piece into her bag. "Citrine," admonished Dreamweaver when she caught up to the Wildclaw, "I told you to stay on the outskirts." Citrine grinned. "Sorry, Dreamweaver. I think I've got all I need, though." Citrine's "workshop" was really an alcove in the open common space, separated by a moth-eaten curtain. Many a project sat atop her two desks: a broken sewing machine, Pinkie's old pocketwatch, and a boiler she was fixing for Iriehana, to name a few. It left Citrine about ten square inches of workspace, but she usually knew how to make do. Now, though, she needed all the space she could get. With her tail, Citrine swept a pile of tools and junk onto the floor and placed her brimming bag onto the desktop. She took the head out to inspect it more closely. The head had seen better days. It looked like the Emperor might have stepped on it at some point, and the metal was tarnished and dented. Equipping herself with a bucket of water and the toothbrush she used for cleaning, Citrine began to remove dirt from the crevices. Nothing delighted Citrine like fully losing herself in a project, like nothing in the world existed except herself and her tools as she scrubbed away what may have been centuries of dust and grime. Satisfied with the cleanliness for now, she took a small hammer and started to bang out the dents from the dull metal, before her eyes drifted to the inner mechanical workings of the dragon-- or, rather, the lack of it. Oh, it had all the motors, gears, joints, and bolts a machine could dream of, but the tubes Citrine had assumed housed wires were curiously empty. Transfixed, she followed the tubes back to their source: the chest. In the cavity of the dragon’s chest floated an orb of pure light, similar to the magic used by light dragons. The ball, however, seemed… dim, Citrine barely had to squint at all to adjust to its brightness. In a moment of curiosity and weakness, Citrine poked it. The little ball burst into a blinding light, making a ringing sound that hurt Citrine's ears, and the ball started to hum with energy. The pathways flooded with golden light like a river flowing down well-worn paths, and as the light reached the machinery, the motors came alive. But with the chest disconnected from the rest of it, the gears turned fruitlessly, doing nothing at all, before the light died down and they stopped altogether. "Ah, no! Do it again!" exclaimed Citrine, but when she touched the orb again, it wobbled for a few seconds, but did not recreate the power surge she wanted. Citrine sighed, but felt revitalized as well. She knew what turned the machine on, all she needed to do was repair the machinery inside, and she could activate it for real. With newfound vigor, she took to the machine's innards. It had bent gears, missing gears, misaligned gears, broken motors, but over time, she figured out the problems, repaired them Citrine had figured out the ins and outs of the machine enough to make it move like a puppet, but she'd had no more luck reactivating the power source- the last time she touched the little ball of light, it shuddered in a way that she worried it may break. (WORK IN PROGRESS) |
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ImmaBananaSplit wrote:
Citrine’s apparel suits her so well! I also love her lore :) it really sets up an interesting mystery, and a fun connection with Archos! Also, her familiar matches with her so perfectly! I hope she finds more mysterious automated friends ^^
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