[Gigimon]

~I wish to adopt!~
User: ShimmerSolarPets
Name Of OriginDragon: Enzo
Gender: N/A
Story of how you Created the Steampunk'd Origin:

We need a miracle. They said.

What is more miraculous than a gigantic Origin Dragon automaton?

Honestly, I don't get these people. All I wanted was a peaceful place to build my stuff and tinker around with machines. I didn't want to get involved in politics, wars, and what-nots. Then came the invaders, and suddenly, my job as the local mechanical genius became a curse. The invaders recognized my talent (naturally. Who can miss it?) and decided that I would be "useful" for them. The invaders had their own engineers, but none of them had my "eccentric brilliance" (yes, I directly quoted that from them). They asked me to design weapons, vehicles, armor... All the stuff I could design but did not want to devote my life to. Despite my unwillingness to get involved in the societal problems of organic living things, I have my standards. I saw how the village suffered underneath the tyranny of the invaders. Crops were seized, villagers were going hungry... Well, as much as I prefer to stay out of things and continue building my machines, I couldn't let my neighbors suffer like that. I have too soft of a heart to do so. Besides, my life has basically sucked ever since the invaders came, and I figured that it was time for us to stand up for ourselves.

The invaders wanted me to design a vehicle that could be used as a weapon. A tank, of sorts. I knew it was my opportunity. I would be the designer. I would be the mastermind. And I was determined to liberate my life as the crazy village inventor who makes fun stuff from those dumb invaders (oh, and of course, liberate my neighbors, too). I sat down on my thinking spot (a.k.a. my bed) and began to think. What kind of vehicle could I turn against the invaders? Something big, tough, and concealed weaknesses. After all, I was planning to make the invaders help me build it. There was no way I could build a gigantic killing machine myself. I flopped onto the bed personal thinking spot, and flopped some more. And stared at the roof. And tried to get my creative juice running through my brain. I watched as my artificial mice helpers (as in, automata that helps me with my daily chores. You should see the war zone that is my workspace without the mice. They're real helpful) scurried around my workshop/house. One of them seemed to have malfunctioned, though. As it scurried across my desk, carrying a book, it failed to navigate and fell straight onto the floor with a loud crash. I sighed and stood up. The malfunctioned mouse was on its back, squirming on the floor with the book it was carrying lying open beside it. I bent to grab the mouse, when something caught my eye. No, not the mouse. The book. I grabbed the book and set both the mouse and the book on the table. I powered the mouse off. Its glowing eyes faded. Normally, I would immediately reach for my screwdriver and find out what's wrong with the mouse. However, the open book on my desk caught my eye.

The diagram of a powerful-looking creature was spread out across one page, with details describing it on the other. An Origin Dragon. I've heard rumors of that species (hey, I'm not a total social outcast, okay?). From what I heard, they're gigantic, fierce creatures built for combat and survival. They're the kings; the top of the food chain. They could eat almost anything alive. These beasts are equipped with strong spear-proof chest plates, claws sharp as knives, and poisonous saliva. While they might be rare and hard to come by, they're certainly still around. In fact, they're believed to have existed during the Creation of the world, hence their name. A grin stretched across my face. I had just found the perfect design. I quickly grabbed an empty blueprint and began to sketch. The gears in my mind were turning at an incredible speed, and adrenaline coursed through me. This was going to be my best project yet.

During the process of designing the giant machine dragon, I often shook my head and told myself I was insane. It was an eye-opening experience, really. I could see why everyone thought I was crazy. This project was the very proof of my "eccentric brilliance" (as the invaders called it). It was big, bold, and extremely ambitious. A life-sized Origin Dragon robot? If it fell into the possession of the invaders, the world might be a goner. Yet, I was careful. I had a lot of backups, and I was sure to work on the more delicate parts of the project. Especially the brain of the automaton. I worked on that alone. The invaders funded me and gave me the materials I needed. The engineers helped me build the less important parts or the parts too big for me to do on my own. They tried to question me about how the mechanical beast worked, but I said to their faces that their little minds couldn't comprehend my "eccentric brilliance" (ooooooh, burn!). When they pestered me, I would spout out some complicated and totally untrue mumbo-jumbo to deter them. There was no way I was gonna let them know the weaknesses of this dragon. I made sure to secretly seal any weaknesses myself, to prevent the invaders from ever knowing the weak spots of this dragon. The villagers were aghast when they found out what I was building. I was shunned, and they looked at me with suspicion and hate in their eyes. The poor, silly villagers didn't know I was on their side.

After months of work, the dragon finally came to life. I inserted the "brain" into its head. Its eyes flickered blue and focused on me. I grinned, a sense of elation and satisfaction within me. Finally, I could put my plan into motion. The invaders asked me how to operate the dragon, and I showed them. But, I didn't show them EVERYTHING. No, the dragon was made to obey its primary creator: me. It was the most complex artificial intelligence I have ever worked on. It could actively learn stuff, and... somehow, it was more socially adept than I was (don't ask me how). The invaders taught it about combat and destruction. Behind their backs, I bonded with the mechanical dragon. I know, I know. Silly, right? Bonding with a mechanical dragon... What next?

For some reason, as I leaned against the dragon in a grassy plain and looked up at the clouds, I felt a strange sense of elation and tranquility. The dragon was good company. I was beginning to feel attached to it, as it was the result of my hard work. It was more clever than I anticipated (and I was the one who programmed it... Jeez). It snorted at the right jokes, and learned very quickly about the world. For some reason, it was so life-like that I felt we were becoming friends. Friends. At that thought, I laughed at myself and shook my head. Silly me. Befriending a lean, mean war machine. Though, outside of training, it was nothing like a war machine. For a machine that was supposed to be modeled after Origin Dragons, one of the toughest beasts in existence, this machine was a softie. It seemed to have developed a "liking" for yellow or golden flowers (yes, I did give it the ability to "like" and "dislike" stuff. Most of them are hardwired into its mind, like putting me on the "like" list. However, it could learn to like stuff). It also "liked" playing pranks. Perhaps it could interpret my emotions of happiness around certain stuff and place those things into its "like" list. As time went on, I was no longer comfortable with calling it just... "The Dragon". I know, I know. Crazy, right? But I was too attached to this mechanical dragon. I decided to name it Enzo. Enzo seemed to like that name, too. Enzo answered to the pronoun "it", but he seemed to be more comfortable when I called him a "he".

Finally, my plan could be put into motion. Enzo became a strong machine fit for combat. A dangerous weapon if he fell into the possession of the invaders. Luckily, Enzo is my friend. He listened to me. We worked as a team. When the invaders had their guard down, we invaded their camp (haha, get the irony?). What could be more terrifying than a giant metallic Origin Dragon wreaking havoc on your camp? All weapons simply bounced off Enzo. He was impenetrable. Lucky for me that those engineers decided to make Enzo's body that way. Together, we sent those invaders packing. The village we just liberated cheered for us. Enzo and I were hailed as heroes... which was a first for me and DEFINITELY a first for Enzo.

The next few months were great. I finally had my old life back, and Enzo was a great help. If he's not busy being a killer war machine, Enzo was a sweetheart of an assistant. I honestly didn't get what was so bad about him. Sure, he stole your socks and trampled all over your flowerbeds. Sure, he knocked cream pies into windows by accident. But, really, the way the villagers viewed him... I guess all the hype about us saving the village died down after a while. Soon, villagers were complaining about Enzo's bad behavior. See, this was exactly why I shut myself up in my workshop most of the time. The thought patterns of organic living creatures always went over my head (and I'm an organic living creature!). They should count themselves lucky Enzo didn't go into full wild-Origin-Dragon mode on the village. I might not have anticipated Enzo to be as strong as he was, but he could certainly raze this village to the ground in full wild-Origin-Dragon mode. Finally, they sent us away after Enzo made a house burst into flames. Don't worry, the inhabitants escaped safely, in case you were wondering. Sure, blame it on me whenever something in the village exploded. I couldn't stand the villagers judging Enzo like that anyways. I packed up, disabled most of my inventions (so they won't blow up on the way to the next village) and rode Enzo out of the village. Enzo seemed... well, I couldn't say "upset". He's a machine, but I often feel like Enzo is so much more than that. It's almost as if... He can actually feel.

I don't care what anyone says. Enzo is the best machine I have ever made... And the best friend I could ever have.

Personality:
Enzo is programmed to be a dangerous, vicious Origin Dragon, just like the real thing. Able to easily go against a real one, Enzo is made to be a weapon; a fighter. In combat, he is merciless and destructive, cutting down everything in his path. He is also very intelligent, with the capability to learn. He is very powerful. However, Enzo is made to be devoted to his creator, and his creator only. Despite his function as a weapon, his owner equipped him with all sorts of things that allow him to form his own "fake personality", such as the ability to freely form likes and dislikes randomly. To his owner and those his owner approves of, he is a total sweetheart like a young puppy. He's inquisitive and curious, always wanting to learn more about the world using his learning ability.

Other Info:

-Super strength
Enzo can rival real Origin Dragons in terms of strength. He also has various advantages, one of which being made fully out of metal. He has no soft spots where you can pierce on his outer shell, and no flesh inside him. He's a 100% machine, operating on gears and other bits and pieces of machinery. The metal that makes him up is mostly nonmagnetic, but being an alloy, a strong enough magnet may slow him down (well... provided you can have a magnet bigger than Enzo).

-Ink spray
Enzo's creator has equipped him with an ink-ejecting component located in the back of his throat. His creator has tried to emulate the ink of real Origin Dragons, but obviously it's not a perfect imitation. Every few uses or so, the ink must be replaced through a special compartment. Enzo can't create his own ink. He relies on his creator to keep the ink stocked up. The ink is not as potent and strong in its effect as real, natural Origin Dragon ink, but it's still a good substitute for when they need a quick getaway.

-Super intelligence
Enzo's intelligence is nearly on par with living, breathing Origin Dragons. His intelligence definitely exceeds the expectation of his creator. He is equipped with various mental capabilities. The most important one is his ability to learn. Enzo has a large memory storage that is near indestructible (with regular automatic backup, just in case). Enzo can form his own personality, and mimic emotions as well as know when to exhibit those emotions. He can also find out about stuff and sort them into his "likes" and "dislikes" list. While most of Enzo's core is hardwired and controlled by his owner, Enzo is given free rein to form his own identity. While Enzo would never turn his back on his creator, he has a sort of "bond gauge", which makes his creator careful enough to bond with him and care for him to increase Enzo's abilities to quickly react to his creator's commands. Enzo can recognize thousands of voice commands in various species languages... But he can't talk.


Weaknesses
-Regular maintenance
Enzo is almost dependent on his creator to keep him up and running. Getting into scuffles may damage some of his components, and he needs an able mechanic to fix his parts. Also, Enzo's gears need to be oiled at certain periods. Enzo's "brain" also has to be kept clean. If the disc is dirty, Enzo's logical thinking may malfunction and he might start being hostile to everything around him (except his owner... Because that's one thing his creator really, really wired into his brain).

-Water
Enzo's outside cover is waterproof, but his insides are vulnerable. Water will make him short-circuit. Enzo can't function well when short-circuited. This is why his creator has hardwired an aversion to water into Enzo's "brain". Enzo will avoid water as best as he can, and will probably not come close to rivers or lakes. He might still fly overseas if necessary, but he won't come close to the surface of the sea.

-Extremely dangerous when in "Wild-Origin-Dragon Mode" (as his creator calls it)

Likes
-His creator
-His creator's friends
-Pie (not for eating)
-Playing pranks
-Socks
-Explosions
-Fire
-Yellow/golden flowers
-Shiny stuff
-The pronoun "he" (he will respond to any pronoun, but he seems to respond fastest to "he" or "it")
-His name: Enzo
-Fighting
-Destroying

Dislikes
-His creator being hurt
-Groundhogs
-Water
-Being broken
-Most other Origin Dragons (except if his creator puts them in the "Like" list)
-His creator's enemies (usually hardwired into the "Dislike" list, though he sometimes picks up on them through his advanced artificial intelligence)
-Brooms
-Mud
-Leaves
-His targets getting away

[Queen Vivane]

withdrawing

[Gigimon]

Hha...I fixed this ones form up a lil' bit so it actually makes since..since it was created by hands and not though nature.

[koegami]

mark

[Razors]

mark

[cyberdragon725]

~I wish to adopt!~
User: cyberdragon725
Name Of OriginDragon:
Gender: N/A
Story of how you Created the Steampunk'd Origin:
Res. Young inventor, working to bring artificial intelligence into inanimate objects. First manages to create a cyborg dog with an intelligence chip, allowing it to speak and act just as a person. Soon I begin to experiment with creating a fully mechanized compainion. In my attempts, I accidentally created a responding and recognizable creature. Res.
Personality: Grumpy, know it all, noble, confident, powerful
Other Info:

Ressss

[Hyllin]

mark

[ShimmerSolarPets]

~I wish to adopt!~
User: ShimmerSolarPets
Name Of OriginDragon: Enzo
Gender: N/A
Story of how you Created the Steampunk'd Origin:

We need a miracle. They said.

What is more miraculous than a gigantic Origin Dragon automaton?

Honestly, I don't get these people. All I wanted was a peaceful place to build my stuff and tinker around with machines. I didn't want to get involved in politics, wars, and what-nots. Then came the invaders, and suddenly, my job as the local mechanical genius became a curse. The invaders recognized my talent (naturally. Who can miss it?) and decided that I would be "useful" for them. The invaders had their own engineers, but none of them had my "eccentric brilliance" (yes, I directly quoted that from them). They asked me to design weapons, vehicles, armor... All the stuff I could design but did not want to devote my life to. Despite my unwillingness to get involved in the societal problems of organic living things, I have my standards. I saw how the village suffered underneath the tyranny of the invaders. Crops were seized, villagers were going hungry... Well, as much as I prefer to stay out of things and continue building my machines, I couldn't let my neighbors suffer like that. I have too soft of a heart to do so. Besides, my life has basically sucked ever since the invaders came, and I figured that it was time for us to stand up for ourselves.

The invaders wanted me to design a vehicle that could be used as a weapon. A tank, of sorts. I knew it was my opportunity. I would be the designer. I would be the mastermind. And I was determined to liberate my life as the crazy village inventor who makes fun stuff from those dumb invaders (oh, and of course, liberate my neighbors, too). I sat down on my thinking spot (a.k.a. my bed) and began to think. What kind of vehicle could I turn against the invaders? Something big, tough, and concealed weaknesses. After all, I was planning to make the invaders help me build it. There was no way I could build a gigantic killing machine myself. I flopped onto the bed personal thinking spot, and flopped some more. And stared at the roof. And tried to get my creative juice running through my brain. I watched as my artificial mice helpers (as in, automata that helps me with my daily chores. You should see the war zone that is my workspace without the mice. They're real helpful) scurried around my workshop/house. One of them seemed to have malfunctioned, though. As it scurried across my desk, carrying a book, it failed to navigate and fell straight onto the floor with a loud crash. I sighed and stood up. The malfunctioned mouse was on its back, squirming on the floor with the book it was carrying lying open beside it. I bent to grab the mouse, when something caught my eye. No, not the mouse. The book. I grabbed the book and set both the mouse and the book on the table. I powered the mouse off. Its glowing eyes faded. Normally, I would immediately reach for my screwdriver and find out what's wrong with the mouse. However, the open book on my desk caught my eye.

The diagram of a powerful-looking creature was spread out across one page, with details describing it on the other. An Origin Dragon. I've heard rumors of that species (hey, I'm not a total social outcast, okay?). From what I heard, they're gigantic, fierce creatures built for combat and survival. They're the kings; the top of the food chain. They could eat almost anything alive. These beasts are equipped with strong spear-proof chest plates, claws sharp as knives, and poisonous saliva. While they might be rare and hard to come by, they're certainly still around. In fact, they're believed to have existed during the Creation of the world, hence their name. A grin stretched across my face. I had just found the perfect design. I quickly grabbed an empty blueprint and began to sketch. The gears in my mind were turning at an incredible speed, and adrenaline coursed through me. This was going to be my best project yet.

During the process of designing the giant machine dragon, I often shook my head and told myself I was insane. It was an eye-opening experience, really. I could see why everyone thought I was crazy. This project was the very proof of my "eccentric brilliance" (as the invaders called it). It was big, bold, and extremely ambitious. A life-sized Origin Dragon robot? If it fell into the possession of the invaders, the world might be a goner. Yet, I was careful. I had a lot of backups, and I was sure to work on the more delicate parts of the project. Especially the brain of the automaton. I worked on that alone. The invaders funded me and gave me the materials I needed. The engineers helped me build the less important parts or the parts too big for me to do on my own. They tried to question me about how the mechanical beast worked, but I said to their faces that their little minds couldn't comprehend my "eccentric brilliance" (ooooooh, burn!). When they pestered me, I would spout out some complicated and totally untrue mumbo-jumbo to deter them. There was no way I was gonna let them know the weaknesses of this dragon. I made sure to secretly seal any weaknesses myself, to prevent the invaders from ever knowing the weak spots of this dragon. The villagers were aghast when they found out what I was building. I was shunned, and they looked at me with suspicion and hate in their eyes. The poor, silly villagers didn't know I was on their side.

After months of work, the dragon finally came to life. I inserted the "brain" into its head. Its eyes flickered blue and focused on me. I grinned, a sense of elation and satisfaction within me. Finally, I could put my plan into motion. The invaders asked me how to operate the dragon, and I showed them. But, I didn't show them EVERYTHING. No, the dragon was made to obey its primary creator: me. It was the most complex artificial intelligence I have ever worked on. It could actively learn stuff, and... somehow, it was more socially adept than I was (don't ask me how). The invaders taught it about combat and destruction. Behind their backs, I bonded with the mechanical dragon. I know, I know. Silly, right? Bonding with a mechanical dragon... What next?

For some reason, as I leaned against the dragon in a grassy plain and looked up at the clouds, I felt a strange sense of elation and tranquility. The dragon was good company. I was beginning to feel attached to it, as it was the result of my hard work. It was more clever than I anticipated (and I was the one who programmed it... Jeez). It snorted at the right jokes, and learned very quickly about the world. For some reason, it was so life-like that I felt we were becoming friends. Friends. At that thought, I laughed at myself and shook my head. Silly me. Befriending a lean, mean war machine. Though, outside of training, it was nothing like a war machine. For a machine that was supposed to be modeled after Origin Dragons, one of the toughest beasts in existence, this machine was a softie. It seemed to have developed a "liking" for yellow or golden flowers (yes, I did give it the ability to "like" and "dislike" stuff. Most of them are hardwired into its mind, like putting me on the "like" list. However, it could learn to like stuff). It also "liked" playing pranks. Perhaps it could interpret my emotions of happiness around certain stuff and place those things into its "like" list. As time went on, I was no longer comfortable with calling it just... "The Dragon". I know, I know. Crazy, right? But I was too attached to this mechanical dragon. I decided to name it Enzo. Enzo seemed to like that name, too. Enzo answered to the pronoun "it", but he seemed to be more comfortable when I called him a "he".

Finally, my plan could be put into motion. Enzo became a strong machine fit for combat. A dangerous weapon if he fell into the possession of the invaders. Luckily, Enzo is my friend. He listened to me. We worked as a team. When the invaders had their guard down, we invaded their camp (haha, get the irony?). What could be more terrifying than a giant metallic Origin Dragon wreaking havoc on your camp? All weapons simply bounced off Enzo. He was impenetrable. Lucky for me that those engineers decided to make Enzo's body that way. Together, we sent those invaders packing. The village we just liberated cheered for us. Enzo and I were hailed as heroes... which was a first for me and DEFINITELY a first for Enzo.

The next few months were great. I finally had my old life back, and Enzo was a great help. If he's not busy being a killer war machine, Enzo was a sweetheart of an assistant. I honestly didn't get what was so bad about him. Sure, he stole your socks and trampled all over your flowerbeds. Sure, he knocked cream pies into windows by accident. But, really, the way the villagers viewed him... I guess all the hype about us saving the village died down after a while. Soon, villagers were complaining about Enzo's bad behavior. See, this was exactly why I shut myself up in my workshop most of the time. The thought patterns of organic living creatures always went over my head (and I'm an organic living creature!). They should count themselves lucky Enzo didn't go into full wild-Origin-Dragon mode on the village. I might not have anticipated Enzo to be as strong as he was, but he could certainly raze this village to the ground in full wild-Origin-Dragon mode. Finally, they sent us away after Enzo made a house burst into flames. Don't worry, the inhabitants escaped safely, in case you were wondering. Sure, blame it on me whenever something in the village exploded. I couldn't stand the villagers judging Enzo like that anyways. I packed up, disabled most of my inventions (so they won't blow up on the way to the next village) and rode Enzo out of the village. Enzo seemed... well, I couldn't say "upset". He's a machine, but I often feel like Enzo is so much more than that. It's almost as if... He can actually feel.

I don't care what anyone says. Enzo is the best machine I have ever made... And the best friend I could ever have.

Personality:
Enzo is programmed to be a dangerous, vicious Origin Dragon, just like the real thing. Able to easily go against a real one, Enzo is made to be a weapon; a fighter. In combat, he is merciless and destructive, cutting down everything in his path. He is also very intelligent, with the capability to learn. He is very powerful. However, Enzo is made to be devoted to his creator, and his creator only. Despite his function as a weapon, his owner equipped him with all sorts of things that allow him to form his own "fake personality", such as the ability to freely form likes and dislikes randomly. To his owner and those his owner approves of, he is a total sweetheart like a young puppy. He's inquisitive and curious, always wanting to learn more about the world using his learning ability.

Other Info:

-Super strength
Enzo can rival real Origin Dragons in terms of strength. He also has various advantages, one of which being made fully out of metal. He has no soft spots where you can pierce on his outer shell, and no flesh inside him. He's a 100% machine, operating on gears and other bits and pieces of machinery. The metal that makes him up is mostly nonmagnetic, but being an alloy, a strong enough magnet may slow him down (well... provided you can have a magnet bigger than Enzo).

-Ink spray
Enzo's creator has equipped him with an ink-ejecting component located in the back of his throat. His creator has tried to emulate the ink of real Origin Dragons, but obviously it's not a perfect imitation. Every few uses or so, the ink must be replaced through a special compartment. Enzo can't create his own ink. He relies on his creator to keep the ink stocked up. The ink is not as potent and strong in its effect as real, natural Origin Dragon ink, but it's still a good substitute for when they need a quick getaway.

-Super intelligence
Enzo's intelligence is nearly on par with living, breathing Origin Dragons. His intelligence definitely exceeds the expectation of his creator. He is equipped with various mental capabilities. The most important one is his ability to learn. Enzo has a large memory storage that is near indestructible (with regular automatic backup, just in case). Enzo can form his own personality, and mimic emotions as well as know when to exhibit those emotions. He can also find out about stuff and sort them into his "likes" and "dislikes" list. While most of Enzo's core is hardwired and controlled by his owner, Enzo is given free rein to form his own identity. While Enzo would never turn his back on his creator, he has a sort of "bond gauge", which makes his creator careful enough to bond with him and care for him to increase Enzo's abilities to quickly react to his creator's commands. Enzo can recognize thousands of voice commands in various species languages... But he can't talk.


Weaknesses
-Regular maintenance
Enzo is almost dependent on his creator to keep him up and running. Getting into scuffles may damage some of his components, and he needs an able mechanic to fix his parts. Also, Enzo's gears need to be oiled at certain periods. Enzo's "brain" also has to be kept clean. If the disc is dirty, Enzo's logical thinking may malfunction and he might start being hostile to everything around him (except his owner... Because that's one thing his creator really, really wired into his brain).

-Water
Enzo's outside cover is waterproof, but his insides are vulnerable. Water will make him short-circuit. Enzo can't function well when short-circuited. This is why his creator has hardwired an aversion to water into Enzo's "brain". Enzo will avoid water as best as he can, and will probably not come close to rivers or lakes. He might still fly overseas if necessary, but he won't come close to the surface of the sea.

-Extremely dangerous when in "Wild-Origin-Dragon Mode" (as his creator calls it)

Likes
-His creator
-His creator's friends
-Pie (not for eating)
-Playing pranks
-Socks
-Explosions
-Fire
-Yellow/golden flowers
-Shiny stuff
-The pronoun "he" (he will respond to any pronoun, but he seems to respond fastest to "he" or "it")
-His name: Enzo
-Fighting
-Destroying

Dislikes
-His creator being hurt
-Groundhogs
-Water
-Being broken
-Most other Origin Dragons (except if his creator puts them in the "Like" list)
-His creator's enemies (usually hardwired into the "Dislike" list, though he sometimes picks up on them through his advanced artificial intelligence)
-Brooms
-Mud
-Leaves
-His targets getting away

[CCrow]

res

[Gigimon]

-Bumping.