Information
Whirring_812
Legacy Name: Whirring_812
The Graveyard Paralix
Owner: oddishness
Age: 15 years, 2 weeks, 1 day
Born: April 8th, 2009
Adopted: 15 years, 2 weeks, 1 day ago (Legacy)
Adopted: April 8th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Whirring is, to put it lightly, an interesting creature. He’s a massive dragon, with stitched up skin and limbs made of metal. His eyes are bright, kind, belying a soul that is infinitely more thoughtful and honest than his harsh, intricate exterior suggests. Whirring is a tinkerer (calling him an inventor would be giving him far too much credit), and takes solace in small, cluttered rooms and tiny gears. His kindness and intelligence is his gift, though it makes him come off as being easily excitable and clumsy when he comes into contact with other creatures. He can’t fight, and has never cared to learn how; he’s easily intimidated and will shy away from a fight with anything or anyone. Even arguing makes him uncomfortable, and because of his size he has to go out of his way to stay out of trouble. However, he has a deep and earnest need to be helpful to others, and is incredibly curious by nature. Due to this, he will often find himself in the very situations he tries to avoid.
He’s very old, but doesn’t show it. His body was meant to preserve, and a turn of the massive key on his back will send him into a kind of stasis, in which his limbs shut down and his body turns off, his heart will stop, and the small puffs of smoke that come from his nostrils will cease. It is estimated that he was in such a stasis for at least a century, as Whirring was originally created during the steam revolution on Atebus. He was found hundreds of years later in a large, decrepit mansion on the outskirts of Veta Lake on the planet of Subeta.
The Professor's Pet
Whirring slinked through the dark, empty library, trying to be as silent as his large body would allow. He felt nervous in this situation; As much as the dark woods scared him the idea of intruding on the property of others did not sit well with him either. Hexagon seemed to be scanning the area, and as soon as she gave the clear he found the lightest corner of the library, illuminated by the moon, and sat next to a messy stack of books.As soon as his body relaxed he saw the dust rising in the air. He figured this library must be fairly old, especially considering the condition of the books. Ahari said it was still publicly used, though, and he didn’t doubt that either. The rooms themselves were in good condition, and other than the unsorted book stacks and the deeper corners the library was mostly clean and well-kempt.
With a pang, he suddenly remembered the Professor. What a great man the professor had been… he would love this library, Whirring thought sadly. The Professor was the man who created Whirring, so many years ago, and not only taught Whirring the art of metalwork and steam, but was also Whirring’s first friend. He sighed, thinking of the decade he spent as the Professor’s assistant; he had felt so valued, then, and there was nothing quite as fulfilling as curling up in front of the old man’s giant, roaring fireplace. Whirring had never really been aware or conscious of just how large he was, and while this seemed to grate the nerves of most the professor never, ever minded.
But all the memories all came back to that day, the day when Whirring’s Forget began. He knew, in retrospect, that he was in stasis, that the key the Professor had installed on a whim had been brought into play. But it didn’t take away the hurt the day the old man petted his head and said “Oh, Whirring, don’t forget me.†At the time it felt so over the top and out of place, but in hindsight it was probably the saddest day of his life.
It wasn’t that he was unhappy, or that he hadn’t found a place or purpose; he just felt sad sometimes, because it would, without fail, happen again someday. Maybe the gods were right, and what the professor had done was wrong all along; perhaps a beating heart was not meant to sleep.
Pet Treasure
Silver Oil Lamp
Brass Bellybutton Gear
Tinkerers Short Length of Chain
Tinkerers Brass Buttons
Tinkerers Antique Belt Buckle
Tinkerers Bit of Bent Wire
Gold Gear Goggles
Sky Captain Watch Hair Piece
Simple Sextant
Single Golden Sprocket
Brass Cog Earrings
Lockwell Hair Ornament
Tinkerers Leather Lacing
Pewter New Year Lantern
Broken Gear
Iron New Year Lantern
Heavy Brass Gear
Single Arid Sprocket
Tinkerers Scrap of Worn Leather
Brass Screw
Single Marsh Sprocket
Shiny Brass Hinge
Brass New Year Lantern
Brass Ball Bearing
Gear Shuriken
Brass Base
Tinkerers Brass-Inlaid Leather
Iron Terrier
Gear Wedding Ring
Steamworks Trinket
Watchers Telescope
Old Brass Necklace
Discarded Cogs
Caramel Candy Nut
Brass Gear Goggles
Brass Gyroscope
Mecha-melifera
Brass Raygun
Brass Clockwork Grenade
Brass Whelpling
Yellow Gear Monocle
Steampunk Pocket Watch
Silver Gear Goggles
Gold Clockwork Grenade
Silver Clockwork Grenade
Gaslight Wrench
Geared Orange Feather
Lounge Trinket
Brass Steam-Wing Kit
Copper Gyroscope
Iron Clockwork Grenade
Brass Oil Lamp
Gear Clip
Gold Oil Lamp