Bastion Elwards

Personality:

An eccentric inventor, Bastion is a loyal friend of the "animals" kind of shooter. His general concern for their wellfare lead to him wanting to discover (and eventually create) an alternative power source as opposed to using Life Gems to power things. He has always lived by the philosophy of "Sleep where you Drop" as in he spends enough time tinkering that he is known to fall asleep when working. Any remarks against other SD species immediately annoys him, but threatening anyone he considers his friend is another story altogether. Although his behaviour could be considered erratic, he tends to be calm when he wears goggles and feels completely naked without them. Becoming jittery when he removes them. His altogether attitude tends to be a favorite compared to the "murderhobo" stereotype of shooters. Mainly among "animal" stardragons.

Unintentional Self Empowering:

Bastion had other accidents when inventing. Such as inhaling different fumes has affected Bastion's biology. First off, vapors from the blastflowers for a full 3 years have made his muscle fibres stronger despite leaving his body untoned until he actually flexes (nerd rage tends to ruin his shirts). Allowing him to handle heavier objects with relative ease, such as using his signiture jet hammer without the aid of strength enhancing rings. Secondly, he can power through strong odors that would otherwise knock others out. He also seems to hold unusual luck and durability as he has survived nearly every explosion he's been through. Despite it all, his strength isn't superhuman nor is he immune to poisonous gases. Such as larger stardragons at least 2 feet taller easily being able to overpower him while he can handle a starshooter who body builds for a living, albeit with difficulty. Toxic gases shouldn't need any explination as to how these can harm him, hardened sense of smell IS NOT toxin immutity.

Background:

Bastion is a shooter with shooter birth parents, however his birth mother left for parts unknown. Causing his father to marry a fisher. As a result, the ocean "Smells like mom" to Bastion. Aside from the teasing from other shooter kids (cuz kids are buttholes to each other), Bastion lead a normal life. He was however a bit "crazy" compared to others. Always questioning why even use life gems, regardless of any justification any shooter would come up with. This lead him to ignore anything having to do with life gem fueled objects and create his own machines at the age of 7. At the age of 14, he stumbled upon an explosive cave flower that could be used as a fuel for combustion and began to create his first engine at the age of 15. As his 16th birthday was coming up, he would unveil his engine to shooter society on that day. He took many precautions that would cause disastor and labeled all of his dangerous materials and made it known that there is to be No Smoking anywhere in his workshop. However, one noble did not listen and now his workshop is in ruins. Seeing him as a potential danger, those in power made it so that he could never invent anything within city limits. He traveled from his home, to the city limits, to ivoryhelm (via explosion), to a weaver village, to a crafter colony, and far to the northern ice caps (another explosion). He meets many individuals and befriended some of them during his travels and inventing antics. He has found an enthusiastic provider to his work with the arrangement of useful creations and fuel to power it in return for the funding, permanent housing, and proper precautions and rules for his current primary fuel source. (Smokers are to be arrested if seen around the blastflowers or the fuel tanks for example and must take mandetory Safety Guideline meetings)

Relationships:

Orion: Starsweeper friend. Occasionally sneak touches Bastion's kitty beans when he's asleep without shoes on. More details to come

TBA: Father. More details to come

TBA: Mother. More details to come

TBA: Step-Mother. More details to come

TBA: Financial backer. More details to come