Forged as a Unit (Cobalt)

An Oddity In Every Bottle Puzzle Female Sphinx - Fairhaven
Speech: Bold #DF7401
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To her every bottle contains a secret, a well placed puzzle, an intricate work to decipher. She cannot take apart a liquid like she'd take apart your microwave no, this is much more complicated much more of a riddle. By taste alone she deciphers the creation of drinks. From what ingredients to what parts of the Sundered it came from and even further to whom made it and how much. Her noes and tongue never lie but it can take her quite some time to fully figure out. So if you find that your house smells strange or that some of your usual equipment has been taken apart and put back together in odd assortments you know for sure she was there.

She is a stoat looking gal all chest and legs her wings seems small in comparison, that is until they unfold and she takes flight. Vibrant maroon red streaked with thin yellow, green and black lines they zig-zag across the underside in various odd patterns and all the same widths. The aroma of cinnamon follows her swishing tail. She's a dusty golden brown her ears streaked with black blotches you could almost say she has turn signals.

Do You Need A Tune Up? Petroleum Athid -- Cannith

Mind Speech: Underline #556B2F
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Always running. Always...Late. This petroleum can not show up on time for anything. That is okay though. The speed at which this little athid goes more than make up for the minutes lost. Faster than lightning it seems like, if you need anything tuned up, cleaned up, and put back into perfect running condition, this is your athid. If it runs like a machine, this petroleum can make it hum like a dream and keep it in tip top shape. Even if they check in everyday and re-oil something...Rather the object needs it or not. Shiny things stay shiny with them around. Dull things become cleaner. More shiny if they are able too. Doors don't squeak. The oven is always at the right temperature and clean. Cobalt's blades are always kept nice and razor sharp. The chain links are checked regularly. Her joints are oiled and everything about her will gleam. He is always on hand too to keep things in shape too. Sure. He may dump a can of oil or grease onto Cobalt or other surfaces, but he will clean it up! He promises! Maybe that is the reason why he is always so late. He is fixing up his messes before he leaves. Incredibly polite, he will often at least wait till Cobalt is aware of him before he sets out to work. Rather it is on her or a nearby appliance, he always makes sure she at least know where he is about. So as not to worry her you understand. Cause worrying Cobalt is not nice at all and he will always do his best to keep that from happening. Cobalt is his friend and he is always watching out for her. Always.

Coming out to be about 20 centimeters tall, he isn't the biggest athid on the block. Which is perfectly fine with them. Too big, and they can't get to all the little crevices they needed too. He wouldn't like that at all. Not at all. He is a very sleek looking athid too. Most of his wires and tubes that help him to function, are neatly put away inside his metal shell and his gears more like clockwork. His metal has a green sheen to it with actually fits his insect form very well. Being a praying mantis after all allows him to have the joints needed to pick up so many things...Rather he can or not. Despite having the smell of exhaust, you won't find a speck of soot on him. Or Cobalt...Or anything within a five foot radius of him. Like mentioned before, they like cleaning up the messes they make. Maybe a little too much.

The Blood Will Come Out Scythe - Karrn
Bold #8f7d70
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If one was cut they would bleed. If they bleed they can die. It's simple logic really. That is everything to this being, he wanted fact, your opinions didn't matter just the fact that he is this, you are that and you were meant to be. He feels no sympath or sadness for your plights, with a straight forward stare, unwavering in the face of all who come in his life. This makes him all the more dangerous though and always because you were always going to be alive or dead when coming face to face with him. When the time comes though he will be yours and you will be his. You would have no more choice than that nor would he in his mind. If anything threatens his there would be only one simple solution. Death. All beware this calm sociopath because once the decision is made, it's final.

His body is a simple sheet of emerald green with a stark white muzzle, he's as straightforward as his personality. His underbelly of solid white is only broken by the simple bands of red that he notes remind him of what comes from where claws meet flesh. The only other notable markings under underneth the eye where a stripe of red divides the green from the white going down his jaw. Lovely isn't he?

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Familiar Spirit Female ?? -- Cobalt (Military Macaw)

Unyielding Spark of Inspiration Beacon, Kimbule
Final Form: African Elephant
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It is popular to think of Inspiration as a gentle thing. Inspiration is, perhaps, to be found in the filtering of light through the canopy of a forest, or in the babbling of a stream, or in the crackle of a fireplace. People forget that the literal definition of Inspiration is inhalation, that it is the very breath of life itself, and that life is anything but gentle. The sun beats punishingly down against trees that hide all manner of dangers, the stream rips through rock and periodically floods, fire exists by consuming all around it until nothing else exists, not even the fire itself. Inspiration is anything but gentle.

But you know that, don’t you, Cobalt? The drums of War are still music, and they still beat through you every day. Kimbule hears them too, feels them, IS them. She is you, you are she. You do have a soul, Cobalt, and your soul’s name is Kimbule. Kimbule is that burning need to create, to reaffirm your existence by leaving evidence of yourself. Even if that evidence is a sketch scratched on a cave wall with a rock, it is yours and it proves that you are real and you were here and that you mattered. Warforged were never meant to have souls, not really, no personalities, no future, but you did and you do, because you are alive, Cobalt. You are real and alive and you are special, and you prove it with every decision you make without a Commander’s guidance, with every line you paint on your plating when you run out of things to draw upon, with every friendship you forge going forward. These things were not intended to be your lot but you found the inspiration to reach out and take them anyway, with conviction that will only grow and strengthen now that your Kimbule has finally found you. No question about it, she will push you, she will test you, she will constantly be on you to do better, to be more, but this is never going to be because she thinks you are inadequate, Cobalt, let’s just get that out of the way right now.

She’s going to push you because you’re worth pushing, Cobalt. You have the potential to go so far, be so much. Kimbule feels as though she would be dishonoring you if she didn’t ride you a little hard. Your art, but mostly your growth as a person -- your construct-ness aside. Be prepared for her to push you toward the realization that you are as human as anyone else… even if you were crafted at a forge and not born. And be prepared for the creative ideas to flood your mind like never before, because her truest form, the form only YOU get to see and feel, is the rush of pure, life-affirming creativity.

The final form she shows to the world is the form of the African Elephant, however. At least structurally, though no elephant is patterned in gold-and-cream stained glass and outlined in exquisite pearl and rose-gold filigree. The filigree itself separates the “panes” of “stained glass” in her coloration, providing a gorgeous depiction of a sun-stamped cathedral window at high noon on each ear, while the broader planes of her body showcase what might be a pattern of wheat or some other tall golden grass grain standing in the soft, pale light of dawn. Kimbule’s tusks seem to be made of pure pearl, and the rose-gold filigree obscures almost all glass-like patterning down the length of her trunk, though the filigree itself is so delicate and elegant that this is hardly a flaw in her appearance. As with all Beacons, her eyes are a steady luminescent gold, glowing softly as if lit from within by the sheer force of her creative power.

As if her appearance and the manner in which you met her didn’t tip you off that Kimbule is no basic animal, it should also be said that Kimbule is no basic Familiar either. She is a spirit of the Fade, and as such has some odd habits, quirks, and powers that set her apart from her inherent species. Primarily among these is her gadfingled tendency to appear and disappear in a blink. One minute the space behind you is empty, and the next instant Kimbule is right there. Alternatively, one minute, Cobalt is talking to Kimbule, and in the next, she turns to find she is talking to herself because Kimbule has apparently discorporated. This blink-and-you-miss-it teleportation is common to all of the Fade spirits native to the Liminal Passages, as is a sense of empathy. Surface thoughts and the emotional state of every sapient thing in the vicinity, Kimbule’s sensory understanding is vast, particularly in that she is the queen of her kind. She is Inspiration. She embodies an idea, a concept, that is closely tied to every other idea in existence, because every other idea IS existence, and existence is itself Inspiration. This empathy is coupled with the power of suggestion. Kimbule projects Inspiration, much of it subconsciously, but also much of it consciously, pushing creativity into the minds around her. Her power, as a queen, is terribly difficult to resist, but because Kimbule is a spirit of Inspiration… people generally don’t bother trying. What good is denying inspiration, really? The last abilities native to creatures of the Fade, Kimbule can freely wander the worlds of dreams. Not only may she dreamwalk and shape dreams independently, should Cobalt ever again be trapped in an instance of lucid dreaming, Kimbule possesses the power to find and guide her through the dream.

I Jump Cause I know You’ll Catch Me Velve Female Caradas

Valenar

Mind Speech: Bold #99aee0

Velves have never been known for thinking things through. They just charge head first into whatever will alleviate their boredom whenever the drums of war are silent. From attempting to start a bar fight with a red mottle to taunting things they shouldn’t, the examples of trouble could go on and on. This Velve is not an exception. No matter what trouble she starts or what she does to get that adrenaline pumping through her veins, she knows you will be there to make sure it all shakes out in the wash. She believes in your ability to smooth things out...Even if you have no such ability whatsoever. Doesn’t stop her from placing (misplacing sometimes) her trust in you to catch her when she jumps out of the pan and into the fire. At least she tends to not learn from ‘mistakes’ so you should have plenty of practice dousing the fire before she gets too badly burned...Maybe.

Grass colored short locks makes the red feathers she pins in them all the more noticeable. Something she is perfectly fine with. Most of her body is a solid black, only broken up by splotches of bright green. Most likely a warning to those that maybe she shouldn’t be messed with as bright colors tended to indicate poisonous things. She stands nearly eight feet tall and has perfected walking on her hind legs long enough to make her even taller when she needs to be. Her horn and talons are the same green as her splotches. She takes great care to make sure her tail blade is always shiny and sharp. Does no good to talk big if you can’t back it up after all and she can for sure back up every taunt she gives.