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@rei711 I edited the bio. Hopefully I fixed it^^ [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/37463327][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/374634/37463327_350.png[/img][/url] Name: Steampunk FL/GHT faction: Medic Background: Just a warning, it's quiet long^^' ----- [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][SYSTEM ONLINE...SCANNING][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][SYSTEM ERROR DETECTED...REBOOTING][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][REBOOTING...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][REBOOTING...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][REBOOT SUCCESSFUL...NO ERRORS DETECTED...INITIATING STARTUP][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][STARTUP COMPLETE...RELEASING FROM HIBERNATION...][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]S[/size]teampunk opened his eyes with a gasp, his eyes taking in his surroundings. He tried to stand up and immediately fell back down, his legs not used to his own weight. [i]Where...Where am I?[/i] He thought, lifting his head into the air to scan the area. He appeared to be in some sort of abandoned warehouse, piles of scrap metal all around him. Giant pink mountains loomed around him, creating a sort of valley around Steampunk. It seemed peaceful, but something else told him to be wary. [size=5]S[/size]teampunk finally managed to stand up, the sound of metal scraping together filling his ears. He looked down to see parts of him were open, gears and wires sticking out in odd ways and in places where they shouldn't be. A few of the gears cut into his metal scales, fuel trickled out of the cuts the gears made. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][COLOR=RED][WARNING: ENERGY AT 75%, DEPLETING QUICKLY][/COLOR][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]T[/size]he error message screamed in Steampunk's head, causing a headache to form. He tried to walk to a scrap pile, the world spinning. He finally hobbled over to one of the piles and leaned on it, trying to get rid of the dizziness. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][color=red][WARNING: ENERGY AT 50%][/color][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]S[/size]teampunk grabbed one of the nearest pieces of metal, a shiny sheet that was a cream color, and placed it on the ground in front of him. His eyes projected a shape onto the metal and he quickly began cutting it with his claws, which were sharper than they should be. Eventually he had cut out the piece and quickly pressed it at the largest cut, which was draining the most fuel. He took one of his hands used another of his enhancements, a built in welding torch. Steampunk began attaching the piece of metal to himself, and eventually sealed the wound. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][color=red][WARNING: ENERGY AT 45%, SYSTEM GOING INTO POWER SAVING MODE IN 50 SECONDS][/color][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]H[/size]e began to cut and seal the rest of his wounds with metal until every wound was sealed and no more fuel was leaking out. The dizziness had faded and Steampunk breathed a sigh of relief. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][color=green][ ENERGY AT 40% ENERGY AT STABLE LEVEL. SEEK FUEL SOON.][/color][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]T[/size]he message played in Steampunk's head as he regained his balance. [i]Fuel...There must be some fuel around here...[/i] Steampunk began searching around for some fuel, while also collecting some scrap brass pieces. Eventually he entered the building and gasped. The building held all sorts of necessities, fuel, welding torches, light bulbs, and more. He began walking around and ran his claws over the tools. He eventually came over to a table that had a blueprint and an odd shape on it. Steampunk came over and saw the object, it appeared to be an unfinished tiny dragon. The blueprint next to it contained the steps to completing it. Steampunk tilted his head at it, a wave of sadness filling him. Who would start a project and never finish it? He sighed and got to work. [size=5]S[/size]teampunk gathered the metal and began welding it, slowly making the dragon's wings. He then constructed the tail and fingers before getting to the part that he was dreading, the core. He gathered some materials, some glass, a light emitter, and went over to a furnace. He began blowing the glass, shaping it into a sphere that would fit in the robot's chest. He put the light emitter in and used the powers from his electrical alignment to turn it on. A bolt of red lightning shot out and Steampunk smiled. He put the core in the dragon and welded it in. [size=5]H[/size]e then began working on a gauntlet of sorts, something that would allow his to active the robot with the squeeze of his hand. He foraged the gauntlet from the same metal as the dragon and carefully made another core, one that would connect the lightning bolt. Finally, he put the gauntlet on and activated it, the little dragon came to life. It flew around him and chirped, Steampunk smiled at the sight of it. [size=5]A[/size]fter about a week of staying in the scrapyard, Steampunk had gotten used to staying there. With the materials laying around he'd managed to weld some brass armor. He'd also found enough fuel to last him a while, but he would need to leave soon. However, he began seeing strange shadows pass over him, but he never found who or what made them. It was worrying, after all the shadows had been there for about three days and Steampunk still didn't know what was making them. [size=5]T[/size]he fourth day came around and there were no shadows. Everything was eerily quiet to Steampunk, even though there normally was some noise. [i]Something is wrong...[/i] Steampunk thought as he began searching the scrapyard for anything suspicious. He found nothing out of the ordinary, so he returned back to the warehouse. As he got about half way, a message rang through his ears. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. .. ... - . -. .. -. --. ..--.. / -.-. .- -. / -.-- --- ..- / .... . .- .-. / ..- ... ..--..][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]T[/size]he signals appeared to be Morse Code, and each one was the same message. "Y-Yes?" Steampunk said, unsure of who was asking. The signals stopped for a second, and then a new one played, just as cryptic as the last one. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .- -. / .- -. -.. .-. --- .. -.. ..--.. / .-- .... --- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- ..--..][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]"I[/size]'m a normal dragon." Steampunk said. He wasn't about to tell whoever was sending these signals his secret. "You don't need to know anything besides that." The signals stopped yet again and then spat out another message. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][.. ..-. / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .-. . -. .----. - / .- -. / .- -. -.. .-. --- .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -... . / .- -... .-.. . / - --- / .... . .- .-. / ..- ... .-.-.- / .-- .... --- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .. - .... ..--.. / .--. .-. --- .--- . -.-. - ..--.. / ..- -. .. - -.-- ..--..][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]S[/size]teampunk froze. He didn't know that normal dragons couldn't hear these signals. "O-Ok, I am an android. But I'm not with either of those organizations that you said." During the past week Steampunk had been going through his system's logs and found out that he was an android made by project, a worker in their facility, a maker of androids. However, he was soon scrapped by project and replaced by his own creation. According to his logs he had been in a hibernation like status for over two years, and somehow his system awoke him. "Project scrapped me, I've woken up after being in a hibernation-like status for two years. I managed to fix myself and I've been here for about a week. Who are you?" The signals were silent and Steampunk could swear he could hear whispering. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][.-- . / -.-. .- -. -. --- - / .-. . ...- . .- .-.. / --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ...- . ... / - --- / -.-- --- ..- / -.-- . - .-.-.- / .-- . / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / ... .- -.-- --..-- / -- .- -. -.-- / --- ..-. / ..- ... / .... .- ...- . / --. --- -. . / - .... .-. --- ..- --. .... / - .... . / ... .- -- . / - .... .. -. --. / .- ... / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- / -- ..- ... - / .--. .-. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. .-.-.-][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]"H[/size]ow do I prove myself?" Steampunk asked. He was trying to pinpoint where the signals were coming from, but it was no use. It was like the signals were coming from inside his head. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][...][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]T[/size]he signals were silent. Steampunk patiently waited for an answer. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][-.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- .. -. --. / -.-. --- --- .-. -.. .. -. .- - . ... ---... / .---- ....- ---.. --..-- / .---- ..... ...-- --..-- / -....- ...-- -....][/font][/size][/center] [size=5]"B[/size]ut who are you? How do I know I can trust [b]you[/b]?" Steampunk said. If traveling to those coordinates would be his way to prove himself, he would go. However, he wanted to make sure he wasn't flying into a trap. [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][...][/font][/size][/center] [center][size=5][font=Agency FB][We are FL/GHT][/font][/size][/center]
@rei711

I edited the bio. Hopefully I fixed it^^


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Name: Steampunk
FL/GHT faction: Medic
Background: Just a warning, it's quiet long^^'
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[SYSTEM ONLINE...SCANNING]

[SYSTEM ERROR DETECTED...REBOOTING]

[REBOOTING...]

[REBOOTING...]

[REBOOT SUCCESSFUL...NO ERRORS DETECTED...INITIATING STARTUP]

[STARTUP COMPLETE...RELEASING FROM HIBERNATION...]


Steampunk opened his eyes with a gasp, his eyes taking in his surroundings. He tried to stand up and immediately fell back down, his legs not used to his own weight. Where...Where am I? He thought, lifting his head into the air to scan the area. He appeared to be in some sort of abandoned warehouse, piles of scrap metal all around him. Giant pink mountains loomed around him, creating a sort of valley around Steampunk. It seemed peaceful, but something else told him to be wary.

Steampunk finally managed to stand up, the sound of metal scraping together filling his ears. He looked down to see parts of him were open, gears and wires sticking out in odd ways and in places where they shouldn't be. A few of the gears cut into his metal scales, fuel trickled out of the cuts the gears made.

[WARNING: ENERGY AT 75%, DEPLETING QUICKLY]

The error message screamed in Steampunk's head, causing a headache to form. He tried to walk to a scrap pile, the world spinning. He finally hobbled over to one of the piles and leaned on it, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

[WARNING: ENERGY AT 50%]

Steampunk grabbed one of the nearest pieces of metal, a shiny sheet that was a cream color, and placed it on the ground in front of him. His eyes projected a shape onto the metal and he quickly began cutting it with his claws, which were sharper than they should be. Eventually he had cut out the piece and quickly pressed it at the largest cut, which was draining the most fuel. He took one of his hands used another of his enhancements, a built in welding torch. Steampunk began attaching the piece of metal to himself, and eventually sealed the wound.

[WARNING: ENERGY AT 45%, SYSTEM GOING INTO POWER SAVING MODE IN 50 SECONDS]

He began to cut and seal the rest of his wounds with metal until every wound was sealed and no more fuel was leaking out. The dizziness had faded and Steampunk breathed a sigh of relief.

[ ENERGY AT 40% ENERGY AT STABLE LEVEL. SEEK FUEL SOON.]

The message played in Steampunk's head as he regained his balance. Fuel...There must be some fuel around here... Steampunk began searching around for some fuel, while also collecting some scrap brass pieces. Eventually he entered the building and gasped. The building held all sorts of necessities, fuel, welding torches, light bulbs, and more. He began walking around and ran his claws over the tools. He eventually came over to a table that had a blueprint and an odd shape on it. Steampunk came over and saw the object, it appeared to be an unfinished tiny dragon. The blueprint next to it contained the steps to completing it. Steampunk tilted his head at it, a wave of sadness filling him. Who would start a project and never finish it? He sighed and got to work.

Steampunk gathered the metal and began welding it, slowly making the dragon's wings. He then constructed the tail and fingers before getting to the part that he was dreading, the core. He gathered some materials, some glass, a light emitter, and went over to a furnace. He began blowing the glass, shaping it into a sphere that would fit in the robot's chest. He put the light emitter in and used the powers from his electrical alignment to turn it on. A bolt of red lightning shot out and Steampunk smiled. He put the core in the dragon and welded it in.

He then began working on a gauntlet of sorts, something that would allow his to active the robot with the squeeze of his hand. He foraged the gauntlet from the same metal as the dragon and carefully made another core, one that would connect the lightning bolt. Finally, he put the gauntlet on and activated it, the little dragon came to life. It flew around him and chirped, Steampunk smiled at the sight of it.

After about a week of staying in the scrapyard, Steampunk had gotten used to staying there. With the materials laying around he'd managed to weld some brass armor. He'd also found enough fuel to last him a while, but he would need to leave soon. However, he began seeing strange shadows pass over him, but he never found who or what made them. It was worrying, after all the shadows had been there for about three days and Steampunk still didn't know what was making them.

The fourth day came around and there were no shadows. Everything was eerily quiet to Steampunk, even though there normally was some noise. Something is wrong... Steampunk thought as he began searching the scrapyard for anything suspicious. He found nothing out of the ordinary, so he returned back to the warehouse. As he got about half way, a message rang through his ears.

[.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. .. ... - . -. .. -. --. ..--.. / -.-. .- -. / -.-- --- ..- / .... . .- .-. / ..- ... ..--..]

The signals appeared to be Morse Code, and each one was the same message. "Y-Yes?" Steampunk said, unsure of who was asking. The signals stopped for a second, and then a new one played, just as cryptic as the last one.
[.- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .- -. / .- -. -.. .-. --- .. -.. ..--.. / .-- .... --- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- ..--..]

"I'm a normal dragon." Steampunk said. He wasn't about to tell whoever was sending these signals his secret. "You don't need to know anything besides that." The signals stopped yet again and then spat out another message.
[.. ..-. / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .-. . -. .----. - / .- -. / .- -. -.. .-. --- .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -... . / .- -... .-.. . / - --- / .... . .- .-. / ..- ... .-.-.- / .-- .... --- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .. - .... ..--.. / .--. .-. --- .--- . -.-. - ..--.. / ..- -. .. - -.-- ..--..]

Steampunk froze. He didn't know that normal dragons couldn't hear these signals. "O-Ok, I am an android. But I'm not with either of those organizations that you said." During the past week Steampunk had been going through his system's logs and found out that he was an android made by project, a worker in their facility, a maker of androids. However, he was soon scrapped by project and replaced by his own creation. According to his logs he had been in a hibernation like status for over two years, and somehow his system awoke him. "Project scrapped me, I've woken up after being in a hibernation-like status for two years. I managed to fix myself and I've been here for about a week. Who are you?" The signals were silent and Steampunk could swear he could hear whispering.
[.-- . / -.-. .- -. -. --- - / .-. . ...- . .- .-.. / --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ...- . ... / - --- / -.-- --- ..- / -.-- . - .-.-.- / .-- . / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / ... .- -.-- --..-- / -- .- -. -.-- / --- ..-. / ..- ... / .... .- ...- . / --. --- -. . / - .... .-. --- ..- --. .... / - .... . / ... .- -- . / - .... .. -. --. / .- ... / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- / -- ..- ... - / .--. .-. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. .-.-.-]

"How do I prove myself?" Steampunk asked. He was trying to pinpoint where the signals were coming from, but it was no use. It was like the signals were coming from inside his head.
[...]

The signals were silent. Steampunk patiently waited for an answer.
[-.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- .. -. --. / -.-. --- --- .-. -.. .. -. .- - . ... ---... / .---- ....- ---.. --..-- / .---- ..... ...-- --..-- / -....- ...-- -....]

"But who are you? How do I know I can trust you?" Steampunk said. If traveling to those coordinates would be his way to prove himself, he would go. However, he wanted to make sure he wasn't flying into a trap.
[...]
[We are FL/GHT]
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@Scale25
Hello! Love the use of Morse Code, although FL/GHT would likely go about recruitment differently than what you wrote - no harm, you can just tweak it. FL/GHT patrols the scrapyards fairly often, knowing that that's where scrapped androids get thrown out at. They could find him after he rebuilt himself, and if you'd like to keep the morse code in, they could have first contacted him in the scrapyard after detecting someone was there and then told him to stay put until they got to him?
@Scale25
Hello! Love the use of Morse Code, although FL/GHT would likely go about recruitment differently than what you wrote - no harm, you can just tweak it. FL/GHT patrols the scrapyards fairly often, knowing that that's where scrapped androids get thrown out at. They could find him after he rebuilt himself, and if you'd like to keep the morse code in, they could have first contacted him in the scrapyard after detecting someone was there and then told him to stay put until they got to him?
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@rei711


I can do that! Like I said, I wasn’t really sure how to end it. I’ll fix it in a little bit and re-ping you when I do^^
@rei711


I can do that! Like I said, I wasn’t really sure how to end it. I’ll fix it in a little bit and re-ping you when I do^^
Hatchery! | Free Raffle!
I’m shy, socially awkward. School blocks FR, so I won't be on until 1 FR time :/
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@Scales25 Hiya hey hey! Heads up: FL/GHT's recruitment is slightly more indirect (it involves solving a series of riddles to obtain coordinates/other information), though the morse code could be part of it!

Side note, I loved what you wrote and the way you used those fonts!
@Scales25 Hiya hey hey! Heads up: FL/GHT's recruitment is slightly more indirect (it involves solving a series of riddles to obtain coordinates/other information), though the morse code could be part of it!

Side note, I loved what you wrote and the way you used those fonts!
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@Scales25
Reread it, that's more like it ^^ count him as registered, would you like an invite to our discord server?
@Scales25
Reread it, that's more like it ^^ count him as registered, would you like an invite to our discord server?
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@rei711

I don’t have discord, sadly.
@rei711

I don’t have discord, sadly.
Hatchery! | Free Raffle!
I’m shy, socially awkward. School blocks FR, so I won't be on until 1 FR time :/
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So. The pirate crew associated with my clan includes three robots - Switch, Faebot, and AVL9. Switch and Faebot are nothing more than machines; they were built to perform specific maintenance functions, and there's really nothing to them beyond that. AVL9, however, is a thinking, reasoning being with hopes, aspirations, and artistic opinions. The rest of the crew treats her just like any other dragon, but she knows perfectly well that she's a robot, and the only other robots she knows of are Switch and Faebot. This leaves her feeling a little bit alone in the world.

The robots' creator is the crew engineer, Cupro. Cupro built them all out of parts sold to him by a scavenger (and sometime thief) named Triumph. Presuming every inch of Project's scrapyards isn't being patrolled every second of every day...

Where is Triumph getting his parts?
So. The pirate crew associated with my clan includes three robots - Switch, Faebot, and AVL9. Switch and Faebot are nothing more than machines; they were built to perform specific maintenance functions, and there's really nothing to them beyond that. AVL9, however, is a thinking, reasoning being with hopes, aspirations, and artistic opinions. The rest of the crew treats her just like any other dragon, but she knows perfectly well that she's a robot, and the only other robots she knows of are Switch and Faebot. This leaves her feeling a little bit alone in the world.

The robots' creator is the crew engineer, Cupro. Cupro built them all out of parts sold to him by a scavenger (and sometime thief) named Triumph. Presuming every inch of Project's scrapyards isn't being patrolled every second of every day...

Where is Triumph getting his parts?
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@Vanshira
Might you be suggesting that either Triumph or AVL9 is associated with FL/GHT? Forgive me if I've misread, it's late for me here. Sounds interesting so far, but I'm afraid I'm going to need to ask for more details - how did they hear of FL/GHT, what faction they're in, their thoughts on the various parties like Project or Unity, so on. Thanks for your interest, though!
@Vanshira
Might you be suggesting that either Triumph or AVL9 is associated with FL/GHT? Forgive me if I've misread, it's late for me here. Sounds interesting so far, but I'm afraid I'm going to need to ask for more details - how did they hear of FL/GHT, what faction they're in, their thoughts on the various parties like Project or Unity, so on. Thanks for your interest, though!
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@rei711 I think the association might be completely accidental - Triumph is stealing from Project scrapyards for the parts he sells Cupro, without particularly caring about the source or the implications. As for how AVL learns about FL/GHT, pirates do tend to hear a lot of rumors, but since she's built with Project parts, is it possible she might accidentally pick up a transmission that wasn't meant for her?

As for her faction, she'd probably do best in a field unit, since Cupro built her for combat. I just want to make sure her origin story makes sense before I start writing anything.
@rei711 I think the association might be completely accidental - Triumph is stealing from Project scrapyards for the parts he sells Cupro, without particularly caring about the source or the implications. As for how AVL learns about FL/GHT, pirates do tend to hear a lot of rumors, but since she's built with Project parts, is it possible she might accidentally pick up a transmission that wasn't meant for her?

As for her faction, she'd probably do best in a field unit, since Cupro built her for combat. I just want to make sure her origin story makes sense before I start writing anything.
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