#automaton

a dancing automaton who is more than she looks like - Camellia (outfit in progress) opened up version under the cut

-magic 🪄 >:)

“GAH! Wha- Thhhissss?!”

*The machine recoiled, stumbling over itself at its lighter weight. It pawed at its fleshy exterior. It squinted its eyes with now much lower vision. The air had a smell to it. His muscles had tension… He could taste.*

“S-Strange.”

*He scratched at his arm to draw blood and see the cells bubble up to the surface.*

“Ow…”

*Pain was new. But so was the sight of something alive coming out of him. Not oil or hydraulics. Blood.*

Here he is, the disaster automaton.

Constructed by the Architects, but purpose long forgotten after lying dormant in the lands beneath it. Unknown how he got there. He was picked up and intended to be scrapped for parts by a treehopper named Caulkin native to Shellwood, only to find not only was it still functional, it was alive. With soul somehow infused into it. Just broken enough to be dormant.

He didn't have a name before, or at least one he could recall, so Caulkin took to calling him Alder.

Since being repaired, whatever hold the Citadel may have had over him is also long gone. He quit enjoys the difference in the landscapes over the elaborate gilding of the Citadel, and what life bugs have versus the pious reserve he recalls. He's quiet, elegant, and horrifically naive. Caulkin does his best to try and keep him from getting into too much trouble.