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Gear the Hedgecog




Pr0totype
Legacy Name: Pr0totype


The Steamwork Cadogre
Owner: Vintage888

Age: 10 years, 1 month, 3 days

Born: March 23rd, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 3 days ago

Adopted: March 23rd, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 50
     
  • Strength: 56
     
  • Defense: 21
     
  • Speed: 15
     
  • Health: 63
     
  • HP: 5/63
     
  • Intelligence: 36
     
  • Books Read: 36
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


Have you ever had the feeling of being... Lost? Forgotten? I was... I still am...All I saw was darkness... I was simply a bunch of gears and cogs until he made me. For the first time, I opened my eyes, and he was sitting there, cross-legged on the floor. A ten-year-old boy with brown hair, and golden eyes which glinted at the sight of me. "Uncle Günther! Aunt Gloria!" He called, he ran to the other room, and I bounded after him. "See what I made? I call it the Cadogre." The adopted father looked toward my creator and smiled "Very good, Calvin! What can it do?" My creator, Calvin Blackmoon, turned towards me, "Cadogre, do a trick." I did as my master told me, he was my everything. I did a backflip to entertain the boy's uncle. Both the uncle and the Aunt clapped at my trick. Calvin smiled and walked back to his room. "You're just my first step towards the taking over of Atebus." He told me, though I did not care at the time, I only sought to please Calvin. "You're not quite... good enough for my plan to work, though." His words stung a bit at his insult, but I didn't care. He went to work, putting together other pieces, the main structure appearing to be red, and more sleek then my steam-work body. Soon, I became hungry. My master wouldn't mind if I searched for food. I walked back to the room my creator's adopted parents were. I emanated a sound, like how a Kumos would bark, or how a Feli would meow. The aunt raised an eyebrow, "Are you hungry, dear?" She asked me, and she headed towards the kitchen and got me food. I wolfed it down, satisfying my hunger. "Hm, none of Calvin's other toys needed to eat." The Uncle said. "I am no toy of my creator, I am a loyal servant." I said, to both mine and the couple's surprise.Days went on like this, until it was finally "The Day". Calvin's army of my brothers, sisters and other "Users" had marched on The moon of Subeta, and won. After that day, Calvin simply forgot about me, caring not to even try to remember what I was. I was simply outdated hardware to him, an old tool to be tossed aside for the new to take my place...

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