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Sanford

(#78739819)

Level 25 Obelisk

Familiar

Nightmare

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

15.97 m

Wingspan

18.05 m

Weight

6914.47 kg

Genetics

Silver
Giraffe

Obsidian
Freckle

Sanddollar
Basic

Hatchday

Jun 10, 2022
(1 year)

Breed

Adult
Obelisk

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 25 Obelisk

Max Level

STR

133

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

SANFORD

DEMOLITIONIST

GENDER:
Male
[he/him]

ELEMENT:
Fire

OCCUPATION:
Recon and explosives expert.
Arson expert.

AFFILIATION:
[ PRIOR ] N/A
[CURRENT] Status Quo

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_ABOUT: //this.OVERVIEW.get();

One of a pair of operatives working alongside the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton. The melee specialist to Deimos's technician, Sanford wields a meathook, his fire, and his sheer size in battle. He's quite loud when he fights, taunting his opponents and making quips, but don't let that fool you: he always has his eyes on the mission.

He's also the most responsible of his group. Yes, even compared to Doc. Doc may be mission control, but he sure doesn't have control of his life, so it falls to Sanford to make sure everyone is taking care of themselves. Properly. Looking at you, Hank.

_TRIVIA:.//.extra_info/////

・ _
・ Stoneshape is formed of larvikite. Scars in stoneshape display as veins of smoky quartz.

・ Transed Gener

・ He's teaching Deimos to control his fire properly.

・ Speaking of fire, he uses his own fire to easily light explosives.

・ Used to live on the outskirts of Moonlight Central, though he left soon after Nexus fell.

・ Doc's oldest ally.

SELECT@*@FROM@[relation_info];//.:RELATIONS

HANK
IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T WANT THIS WASTELAND TO GO BACK TO NORMAL SOMETIMES. OH WAIT. YOU PROBABLY DON'T.

DEIMOS
LOVE YOU TOO, CHUCKLEHEAD!

DOC
HEY, DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU TO STOP STAYING UP FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT AGAIN? YEAH? THOUGHT SO. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BEFORE YOU YELL AT US, WHY DON'T YOU?

THE AUDITOR
I ALWAYS KNEW YOUR AGENCY WAS BAD NEWS. DEI ONLY CONFIRMED IT FOR ME.

[A.A.H.W.]
YOU KNOW, I'M PRETTY SURE MOST OF YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON. OH WELL. YOU BOZOS ARE IN OUR WAY.

SCHRODINGER
BETTER STILL BE ALIVE!

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// $ file recovered.incident.56740

It starts with a dumpster.

It's not the dumpster that is important. It's the little grey tundra dragon digging through it. They're draped over the edge, their wings splayed for balance and their tail sticking straight up.

You see, Sanford was supposed to go to the city that day. His family needs groceries, and getting them from the stores in Nexus City is marginally easier than going out to hunt. Not that some dragons don't go out to hunt for themselves, anyway, but his family is too busy with work to do so.

Sanford does not go to the city today. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he approaches the dumpster and the little tundra dragon. They toss a wire out of the dumpster without looking, and it lands in his mane.

"Hey, you okay there?"

The tundra startles, overbalancing. Sanford leaps forward in an attempt to catch their tail and prevent them from falling into the dumpster, but misses.

There are a few clanks and clunks before the tundra pops back out in an almost comical fashion, debris and wiring tangled in their messy fur. Panicked grey (wait, not the off-white of Ice? Sanford suddenly feels like he's in over his head) eyes stare up at Sanford.

"What the hell do you want!?" they hiss. Well, they try to hiss, but it's more of a mumble than anything, given the amount of bandages wrapped around their snout. Sanford notes their left ear is almost entirely gone, then notes that probably has something to do with the bandages. The wound looks recent, after all.

"Whoa, I was just wondering what you were doing," Sanford says, scooting backwards, plopping himself down on his haunches, and raising his hands in surrender. "Sorry about... you know. But really, why're you dumpster diving?"

(Smooth, Sanford. Smooth.)

The tundra drags themselves out of the dumpster and shakes themselves off, dislodging some of the debris. "...What I was doing is none of your damn business. No one's using the stuff in here, anyway. Don't worry about it."

"You know you can just buy it for cheap? Probably even less expensive than getting this stuff repaired," Sanford says.

The tundra snarls. "You think I wouldn't be buying it if I could? I can do my own repairs. Whatever. Get your nose out of my business and go away."

Sanford sighs and lays down, quite like a cat. "Aaaand for that I'm not leaving, bozo. Okay. If you can't afford whatever you need, I'll go get it for you. As long as it's not something ridiculous. I'm not rich, either."

"What's in it for you?"

"Huh?"

"What's in it for you," the tundra repeats, grey eyes narrowing to slits. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"You’re the one digging through a dumpster, chucklehead. I'm being nice here."

The tundra opens their mouth (well, as much as they can), clearly about to snap back with a sassy remark, but reconsiders. "...Fine."

"Great!" Sanford says with a little more sarcastic enthusiasm than he really needs. He grabs the wire that is still sitting in his mane and tosses it to the tundra, who catches it with ease. "Here, take that back too. Anyways, give me your shopping list and I'll be back soon."

"I don't have a list," the tundra says, their single ear flicking.

"I don't mean a literal list, I mean you tell me what you need."

Immediately, the tundra rattles off a list of computer parts Sanford has never heard of before. Well, at the very least, his sibling should be able to point him in the right direction.

"Great," Sanford says once the tundra is finished. He slowly pushes himself back to his feet. "Yeah, just sit tight. I'll be back soon."

The tundra doesn't actually respond, but at least they make a noise he assumes is an affirmative. Shrugging, Sanford makes his way back towards the city.

"Hey, wait," Sanford says a moment later, turning back to find the tundra has returned to dumpster diving. They raise their head, tail flicking in an almost questioning manner. "What's your name? I'm Sanford, by the way."

The tundra pauses for a long, long while, still balancing on the edge of that dumpster. "...Just call me 2BDamned."

(What.)

Sanford fails at keeping the unamusement off his face- not that he even bothers to try. "Riiiiiight. To be damned. Not depressing at all. Definitely an actual name."

"Take it or leave it," '2BDamned' says, and all but flops right back into the dumpster.

_ADDENUM: //_CONTENT=nonessential

YEAH THE CODE'S IN A BUNCHA DIFFERENT PROGRAMMING LANGUAGES (AND BASH) SHUT UP >>EOF

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