Wattson

• 5'3" with a small, skinny build. he tiny
• favors practical clothes that he's okay with setting on fire. doesn't like to be dirty but doesn't maintain his appearance much beyond that
• compulsively rolls up the sleeves on any shirt or jacket to his elbows due to how often he works with fire and heavy machinery
• his tail is thick at the base, which basically necessitates high-waisted pants
• his hands take a beating from his work, and often have small scratches or burns
• sometimes I make his horns skin tone, other times they're greyish-black. you can do either one idc

An engineering prodigy with an obsessive interest in weapons, Wattson is a lot like his inventions: bright, crackling with energy, and very, very destructive. His work comes before everything else, including taking care of himself; anything is acceptable collateral when it comes to his next breakthough.

Born in Forgelight to two of the industrious city's most respected engineers, Wattson was more or less born into his career. Not that he seems to have ever minded; from a young age it was clear he had inherited both his mother's spark of genius and his father's borderline pathological work ethic. And it's a good thing he did, because as Harmony Wattson's son, no less would have been expected of him. While both of his parents were engineers of note, Harmony in particular is considered almost peerless due to her many innovations in transport and infrastructure. Even his nickname comes from growing up in her footsteps; during the series of apprenticeships he took in place of more traditional school, most of his mentors referred to him simply as "Wattson's boy," which was at some point shortened to just "Wattson" when his competence earned him enough respect to take that small step out of Harmony's shadow.

Most of them assumed he would grow out of his fascination with weapons. He did not.

If anything, Wattson's obsession with the tools of war only grew more intense. The overlap with his increase in mechanical prowess meant by the time he was a teenager Wattson was able and all too willing to build and test things that were extremely dangerous. Naturally, this was met by resistance from pretty much everyone he's ever known. His inability to settle down and focus on something less likely to kill somebody eventually left him branded as something of a lost cause by those who trained him, up to and including his mother. In a definitely extremely civil discussion that involved no shouting at all and certainly no terrible exchange of insults whatsoever the decision was made that Wattson would strike out on his own and neither of them would have to deal with each other anymore.

Fortunately, Wattson found out in short order that he enjoyed traveling quite a bit. Which is good, because his tendency to leave total chaos in his wake means frequently changing places has been essential. Being on the road for almost a decade, Wattson has accumulated more than a few fun stories, uniquely dangerous machines, criminal charges, weird scars, and unusual companions from all around the continent. Most notable among those companions is unquestionably Azotl, his demon Self who is as much a best friend as he is a promise of greatness and a death sentence. Being roped into an apocalyptic prophecy wasn't exactly what Wattson had intended to do next, career-wise. But he's excited to see where the detour leads.