WTAE

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This bean is so beautiful I had to try. Problem is, I can barely draw :') So WTAE it is! Name: Nick Other Names/Nicknames: TTE03, Nickels, Traveller, "That one colorful criminal thing" Age: Time freezes where he lives, so physically 15-ish, mentally about 120 Gender, Pronouns, Sexuality: Demiboy, he/him, pan Place of Residence: A pocket dimension, protected from the flow of time Personality: He is a cheerful, mostly lighthearted creature, much unlike the world outside him. He loves messing with others, and is fun-loving. He can be serious when he needs to, though. He loves tinkering with various machines that he's collected, and messing with new technology. He can spend hours poring over maps and blueprints, and not get bored. Quite on the contrary, when it comes to non-mechanical endeavours, he feels the need to be constantly doing something. He is curious and optimistic. Backstory (be warned, it's long): Nick grew up as a lab-born creation, in a land where a horrible disease came by, said to be caused by time-space shifts. A group of scientists known as Prima decided to commence an experiment. They would create several life forms that could resist the dangers of the direct flow of time. The flow of time in this universe could be accessed through a hollow white tree, but it could have perilous results on one's body and mind. These creations were known as Travellers. Nick was one of the Travellers. He was created to find a mechanical part from the past that was used to shock someone and drain some of the flow of time on their body. This could allow them to return to normal, though too much usage would result in accelerated aging. This instinct to collect the machinery manifested in an instinct to hoard machinery, and a curiosity for anything metallic. He was sent into the flow of time, where he was amazed by the depth of everything. Compared to the dull, diseased world he was created in, the different periods of time seemed like other universes. He explored around for 2 months, before finding the part. It was under lock and key. He stole it, before being caught, rescued, and accidentally dragged into a revolution group. He became known as the Traveller, the savior of that world. Before leaving to return the machine part to his world, he was taught about a 'pocket in time' and how to create it. He returned, and was about to give the part to the Prima before seeing the remains of the other four Travellers. Not wanting to meet his end just yet, he left the part on a desk before disappearing into time. Though the Prima tried to find him and end all traces of the loose experiment, they never managed to find his abode of a pocket world. He travels the worlds, searching for new machines to add to his collection, but never daring to return to his homeland. Short story: Home. Nick didn't know why that word had come to him, in the dead of the night. Clunks, clatters and quiet whirs surrounded him, as they always did. Usually the sound comforted him, but now... He flicked his tail, leaning back on the spinning chair. Memories of quiet birdsong and near-silent breezes filled his ears. Why did he crave these sounds? He didn't even /like/ birds. But they were all too familiar. He brushed his paw against the map, before rolling it back up and throwing it on his haphazardly-made bed. He paused, before taking out something he hadn't used in a long while. A paint set, from his old friend. He grabbed a paintbrush, dipping it the elegant deep blue before slashing it across the canvas. Soon, an image started to form. In all honesty, it was terrible; the colors were unnaturally bright and everything was scaled wrong. But he continued. A familiar sight dotted across the page. Tiny diamond rivulets dripped from his eyes onto the page. He didn't know how much time he spent making it, but what felt like hours later, he put the final dot on the bird's eye. The dark green pines and deep blue sky seemed to resonate within him. He stared at it for a moment longer, before standing up. How long /had/ he been sitting down? He stretched. Moving up to his bed, he rolled all the papers off it before quickly drifting into an inky black sleep. He was back. The rolling hills were dotted with trees. A familiar white building shone through the trees, but it was too far for... them to be any threat. Nick was about to turn around, but in a last glance he saw a silhouette. His breath caught in his throat. "Oscar?" he couldn't help but call. The silhouette turned, before rushing up to him, the familiar shades of dusky-orange and warm red starting to appear. "Nickel!" the other cheered, pulling him into a hug. He could feel tears building in his eyes. "Oz! How... what..." he couldn't force the words out. "It's... a long story," the other Traveller smiled. "Where are the other two?" Nick tilted his head curiously. "Ah, doing... things." Nick took this response in, before something struck him. "Wait... this is a dream isn't it?" He (cont)