[Dark.]

Username: Dark.
Name: Lachlan "Lockie" Greene
Gender: Male

⇝ heterosexual orientation
Skill or job the plumerian has: Scavenger, fence and restoration extraordinaire!

⇝ Lockie journeys to battle sites and wreckages, scavenging for munitions and scrap. He has a particular gift for turning trash into treasure. He fences what he can quickly as dealing in military goods is not often considered legal. Anything too warped or destroyed for military use, Lockie turns into his own creations. Various inventions or items specially commisioned by his loyal clientele.
⇝He has also been known to pick pieces of junk from scrapyards, bartering the prices down to a steal. He has successfully refurbished and sold on two 1975 Mustangs, an old fire truck and a small 1940's propellor aircraft.
⇝To make up the rent each month, Lochlan sometimes is forced to fence items of people. Usually he deals exclusively in stolen high-end pocket watches, normally originating from the Victorian era.
⇝Lockie may come across as a 'Jack-of-all-trades'. That's because he often percieves himself as one.
Quirks:

⇝ Lockie collects clocks, big and small. His collection encompasses antique grandfather clocks and lovingly refurbished cuckoo clocks. His favourite timepiece is a small pocket watch, an antique that has been handed down the generations with care. Using his creativity, Lockie has turned it into a wristwatch, attaching it to a band of authentic distressed-looking leather.
⇝ Despite his love of clocks and time, Lockie always arrives at least one minute late for everything.
⇝ He has an acute awareness of the passing of time. If asked, he can accurately gauge the passing of one minute to within a second.


^first time ever drawing a plumie c: don't think I did too badly?
Major res, I've never properly tried for a plumie before so here goes nothing!

[Goosecheese]

Username:
doodlr

Name:
wip

Gender:
unknown wip

Skill or job the plumerian has:
Pilot

[heckhoundz]

mark c:

[cedaar]

definitely marking, this plumie is gorgeous

[zelos]

Full image here.

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Music to set the mood~ ♪♫

Username ;; Tatsumiya

Gender ;; cisgender male

Job ;; bounty hunter... with a twist.



“Comfortable?” The voice is sudden. You tense. The mechanical tiger sitting at your feet, which, until recently, had your forearm in its jaws as it led you here, lifts its head. You follow its gaze, watching a somewhat short, masculine figure step into the dimly-lit room, the warm glow from the lanterns casting his face in shadow. As he nears, you can see that he is wearing goggles over his eyes. His brown hair is shaggy.

Not knowing if you should answer him, you shrug. He laughs, looking you over, before making himself comfortable on the couch across from you.



Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “Elias Aragorn, right?”

He laughs, pulling the goggles up so they’re on his forehead now. His emerald eyes scrutinize you. “I’m pleased you know me. Though I’m not much for formalities. Call me Eli.” As he says this, he reaches into the pocket of his work belt, pulling out a small clump of mechanical parts and a little wrench, immediately beginning to tinker with them. “You must be here to kill me? I can see that turned out well.” Sarcasm drips in his tone. The spot on your arm that the tiger had its hold on is already beginning to bruise.

“No, sir. Ah, Eli. Not to kill you. To learn about you. I’ve heard so much, but I wanted to meet you myself.”

Elias guffaws heartily, his gaze flickering briefly to you. “Learn about me, indeed! You’re quite dedicated, traveler, coming all the way up this mountain to my humble bunker built into the side of it. Though I suppose you had a little help from my, er… escort.” He gestures with the wrench to the mechanical tiger, before going back to toying with the parts in his hand. You nod. A pause, and then, “Very well. I suppose I should honor that. It would be a shame if you came all this way just to return home with nothing to share. Though if I just killed you, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.” You shudder, but he only laughs again. “I jest, relax. You want to learn about me, eh? My past? How I got to be here?" You nod eagerly. He regards you with another grin, this one twisted, dark. "Wonderful. Though I can't guarantee this won't take a while."





After generations of bounty hunters, Elias was the first in his family to lack interest in the trade. He wasn’t interested in fighting. No, machines and mechanical things were his passion. Even at a young age, he seemed skilled in the area, always taking things apart, putting them back together.



At the age of ten, he succeeded in crafting his first automaton: a hummingbird named Arronax. It might’ve had many glitches, but they were small, and could be worked out. It had moving parts, though, and actually functioned! In a way, he felt like he could actually communicate with this “creature”, and even viewed it as his only friend. To Elias, it seemed almost… alive.

He developed a profound interest in automatons. As time went by, he went on to build several others (unfortunately, not all were successful). His bedroom became less of a room and more of a workshop. Though his parents were mildly disappointed in the fact that Elias had little interest in the family trade, they were proud of him, very impressed with what he did. They loved learning about the things he’d made and how they worked.




But sometimes, the hunters became the hunted. It was an occupational hazard, and such was the case when Elias’s parents were killed. Bounty hunting was a very competitive business, and it was uncommon for different families of bounty hunters to associate cordially. Elias never found out exactly why his parents were killed, all he knew was that their murderers were bounty hunters. Perhaps they were both after the same bounty, and they wanted to assure there was no competition.

He hardly cared to stay and find out. Fifteen-year-old Elias quickly gathered the automatons that he could and fled his home. He didn’t know where he was going or what he planned on doing, only that he had to escape before the murderers found him, too. Among the grief, a slow, burning feeling began to fill him. Eli couldn’t give a name to this desire, not at the time. It was angry, ruthless. It was a hunger for revenge.



He found an abandoned warehouse, deemed it a suitable place to live and work from, and took it over. He immediately set to work. His creations were reprogrammed, recreated with the intention of being turned into killing machines. They were no longer friendly housepets. Now, they were more like unforgiving, protective guard dogs. Elias knew what he had to do. Bounty hunting had always been in his blood, it just took a tragedy for him to realize it. But he’d never had an interest in learning how to use a weapon, and he wasn’t going to start learning now. He had other tools at his disposal, and intended to utilize them fully.

His automatons became his weapons. Eli used computer monitors to see through their eyes. They were all programmed to respond to different voice commands, kill in different ways. Even innocent Arronax could now spit and inject poison with his needlelike beak. Several years later, he left the warehouse, wanting to seek out a better, more secluded shelter. He went into the mountains and built himself a bunker there.

Though he never thought he would say this about bounty hunting, he loves it. He spends his days “chasing” down targets, sending his creations after his bounties or to run errands for him. Sure, there are many short term goals for him, mainly apprehending his targets, but in his head, there is one true goal that rises above them all: to find his parents’ murderers, and take their lives.

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Word Count ;; 991

ART CREDITS! :'D

By Me (Tatsumiya) ;; [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

By Vaas ;; [ x ] (for another user who dropped out, user and Vaas gave permission for it to be used)

By Beatnik ;; [ x ] (original user the art was for dropped out, said art could be used)

[ServerNurse]

Username: Drunken Medic
Name: Doktor often goes by Doc
Gender: Male
Skill or job the plumerian has: WIP

Markety

[monstera]

Username: snow.
Name: Vivian
Gender: Female/non-binary
Skill or job the plumerian has:
Flight Engineer
plz don't take this quq

woop
reserve

[Novi]

Username: antilocke
Name: Elias Owen Greer-Bartram
Gender: Male
Skill or job the plumerian has: Airship Designer/Aerial Buccaneer; also has an uncanny talent with keeping plants alive

WIP ;v;

[SteamRunner]

Calm Passive Content Extrovert Cheerful

Username:

SteamRunner

Name:

Gear Set

Gender:

Male

Skill or job the plumerian has:

Like his father, he works on fixing clocks, or anything else that needs gears. Thought his life he always loved to help and watch his father work on clocks. He runs a small business he owns when his father passed away, and the store owner ship was passed down onto him. When he was younger he was what you would consider a steampunk junkie, he loved to collect gears and other steampunk related items. Upon hours and hours he dovtes his time in making and fixing clocks for other plumerians. But he also has learned a bit of engineering so on occasion he also fixed zeplines and air ships.

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Username: default
Name:
Gender:
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