Name: Wim. "Sprocket" Deadwood

Gender: Male, Bi

Age/DOB: 35ish, unknown DOB

Origin: Aperturth hippie farm on Lane's land, local to that general area and may have even been part of the family that owned the nearby farm

Family: All the world is his family, man; also, he most certainly has sired at least two children among the group, Saga with Passion, and Gadget with a deceased Carnie; Around RY 11 he is also tapped for a different line of ELL production, leading to the first batch of 'orange eyed' ELLs

Other: He is ostensibly the leader of the Lane Coffee Grounds hippie colony, actively keeping the hippies from doing themselves harm, and seeking help for them when needed, and was the one who made deals with Addison to get the Carnies on board with remaining with them, rather than moving on Westward after the RC on their world

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 250, quite muscular but since he's very tall it doesn't really show, he has extremely good upper body strength and according to literally anyone who's ever seen him naked, he's got glutes to die for

Hair: vibrant brown-black, short and curly, not often clean but it doesn't even matter because he still looks amazing with a good coat of dust

Eyes: medium brown, small and deepset, always seem to be happy or supportive looking, hardly ever has been seen looking mean or angry with them narrowed

Appearance: Fair skinned but burnt from plenty of time in the sun, gangly as a teenager but quite sturdy as an adult. He does on occasion let his beard grow out, it's very bushy though and he prefers it to be shaved. That's as close to 'shaved' as he gets, by the way. He stands tall over most in the colony and uses that to his advantage. Though his voice is normally quiet and gentle, he has been known to curse and give orders in a gruff tone.

Genetic Abilities: None known, but he seems to have a strong empathic streak, able to rouse others by a few words of encouragement; also note that he may have a degenerative nervous disorder, as he's noticed his hands trembling at times when they shouldn't; if he finds this to get in the way, he might start asking those weird Pantheon people if there's any solution for him.

Icarus Processing: none, though his world might have had something similar to it, he's not a candidate now, his kids will benefit

Image Credits: Doll Divine Hipster

Events or History: Sprocket was 'just' a farm hand, or so he says. However it is clear that he was highly educated even in the face of a bunch of stoned people dropping by. He has the strangest look on his face when he looks around and doesn't see 'his' home any more, the farmstead that belonged to his family was destroyed on all Earths, resting about 10 miles away to the north-east. Neither Marshaltown or State Center were ever particularly large towns, but when the Event occurred there they cleared out very quickly and were overrun (on Aperturth) by bizarre insects and ... mantis men. The Grounds however seemed safe enough, and he recognized the benefits of a walled estate, which Lane's was. He also was the one who greeted Local Lane and made the deal to bring them to this other world, though he doesn't remember it - L'Lane is apt to remove memories of his deals, but Sprocket always has this kind of feeling that they've met before whenever he's near.

Generally resides with the folks in their caravans, and hits up all the major homesteads and buildings to make sure they're running correctly. While he certainly does jump into a defensive mode as needed around the fringes, he's more comfortable with upkeep and gathering people when necessary back in the clearing. He has made at least one trip toward his old home, but the lay of the land here is not only just a bit different than Aperturth's, but also quite a lot more dangerous, and the still-billowing smoke from that direction means either there's a Combine encampment, or something has been burning for the last 20 years and shows no signs of stopping. Maybe they'll get around to fixing that area some day.

Dragon

Name: Orbweaver
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: 9' s / 35' l / 65' and 30' ws
Colors: olive under chin, neck, belly, and undertail, behind lower legs; fringe armor on face, neck, behind legs, antennae, and pattern on dorsal scales brighter light green; face, neck and body armor, center leg armor, and wing arms dark dusty green, with bright orange and black insets; face armor, horns, dorsal pattern, limb and wing armor light tan; wingsails dramatically black with mottled ash-graphite grey insets, and alternating bright white and brilliant goldenrod markings; all claws and dorsal spines black; eyes cyan
Features: Silkwing, might have some kind of other breed in his background due to the black coloration but it doesn't seem at all out of place to those who didn't grow up around his homeworld
Powers: Winged Flight, though not a particularly durable flier, Orbweaver can leap into the air or off a high spot and glide or break a fall with those large wings. He is strong enough to hold about three humans, but not good with long distance flights in any way, so they need to just be bundled up and carried by someone else.
Communication, Orbweaver is quiet and seems a little moody, jumpy, and his voice reflects this. He always sounds just a little exasperated, and has a high voice, capable of speaking English and Draconic, but little else. He and Sprocket have a good Vortal bond, but he's not known to be any more telepathic than that.
Sense Through Webbing, Silk Production, on the other hand, Orbweaver is exceptionally good at detecting vibrations and sounds via other means than his adorable little ears. His antennae tune to his own webbing, which he leaves everywhere, though most people don't even know it. He is capable of putting down a tremendous variety of silk lines, from heavy ropes and sticky traps, to a sheet of nearly solid silk, to incredibly tiny and short but remarkably durable strands - and it is those he uses to sense distant motion. How a dragon with his size can put a 1" hairline strand of silk anywhere with precision is beyond belief, but they are everywhere. On tree limbs, over rocks, under awnings, along trails. Each of these gives off a distinct - to him - sound that he knows direction, weight, size, and speed just by hearing. He doesn't allow them to 'go off' just by wind, though if it's a storm he has to reapply them as they will grow weak over time and with moisture. He does work with defenders to put up other lines for triggers, connecting them to clever bells and other items that alert both humans and dragons (and Vorts) to movement distantly. If he hadn't already had a name, Sprocket would have named him 'Pulley', because his complicated webbing can be used as lines for devices and triggers for long-term use. He also does produce a coccoon-like web that is of use for transporting heavy goods or injured people, though it doesn't have any other properties than 'keeping it bundled and immobilized'. This web can be easily dissolved by splashing water on it, or by his own unique touch. (And that touch is also cleverly used at times, by removing a connection to a heavy weight just as an enemy or prey is passing it...)
Parentage: Unknown, Silkwings with perhaps a Nightwing in there, or even Hive, with the black coloration
Origin: adopted from GuildKnight (HH) on Deviantart, lines by Luna-The-NightWing, Wings of Fire by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: Orbweaver is a bit gunshy about interactions with some much larger dragons, and has what appears to be PTSD regarding pure Hivewings. But he knows that any of the ones here in the Rookery are on his side, and is consciously attempting to overcome his fears. He is clearly just old enough to have been scared witless of them on his homeworld.