theidiosyncraticmechanic

If you had a boat in need of expert repairs and quality, timely relaunching, all safe and zeeworthy so that she could run to the Southern Archipelago without a sweat, you would go to the Drydocks, hire some respectable dockyard to take a good look at her. Want the best money could buy? You go to Cotterell & Hathersage. You a stooge who works with them spectacled, shady, motherfuckers? You call into the Admiralty Yards. You want a magician to do it? This is possible, please do not let the magician do it. 

You need someone to not ask questions, willing to spin the wheel between as many corners that could possibly be cut or eerily perfect condition, or otherwise had less than legal or monetary means to have your ship serviced? 

Through the smoke and bustle of Wolfstack Docks, in a dingy little corner shoved away in the shadows of even shadier establishments and dice games. If not for the giant, dockyard crane that protrudes out from the roof and all the way over the dockyard waters, there would be a very easy to miss and precariously built little shop.

The boards the line the walls are nailed on an noticeable angle, the architecture ramshackled, and hanging from a broken chain in faded paint: "Milk & Repairs." the windows boarded but it is just possible to peer inside where amongst a various zub and steamer parts, where The Mechanic is at a workbench of a well kept and standard affair, head and arms inside a giant metal box, working on whatever is inside.

Name: The Idiosyncratic Mechanic

Referred to as: Milk, little shit, rapscallion, ratbag 

Pronouns: They/It

Age: 19

Species: 99% human, at least 1% metal

Appearance: A shaky, spindly, frame that still needs breaking in but young enough that it can brush off a beating with nary a scar. It's hair is sticking out with random abandon of someone who has inventions and mechanism to bring into the world regardless of if its a good idea or sensible. Heterochromia in their eyes, covered in soot and grease, and rocking a gizmo like pair of goggles 

About: Wiz kid and general mechanic, when not in classes they are working as a mechanic at the docks, stealing various parts from shop and boats for it's own projects. They work tirelessly and with absolute focus, much to the unfortunate state of it's sociability   

Personality: Aloof and eccentric and crafty. Blatantly and frequently ignore the law with casual abandon, as if they were never there in the first place. Enjoys being a menace and playing stupider than they actually are.

Why they're studying The Correspondence:Correspondence runs hot, hot enough to boil water, potentially. And once you can boil water, you can do anything. They just need to take care of the pesky, unwanted side effects of playing with symbols they nought understand, not that it's stopped them yet.

Interactions: ah, I will do my best! against my will I have been busier than I'd like to initially, but I will be more consistent after 3 pm PST on weekdays 

Player: hello! I am emway, I have an artblog! also have another guy there that i could not imagine ever taking this class, so, new guy