TriumphantMechanism

Be the birdtroll mechanic.
Your name is DAEDALUS TESLAVOL. You love FLYING. You do it every day. Every single mechanical thing you and your friends own, YOU BUILT. You don't know how it works, but machines make sense to you. You are usually UPBEAT AND CHEERFUL, a and it takes QUITE A BIT TO MAKE YOU ANGRY. Every once in a while, you will KICK BACK AND ENJOY A WICKED ELXIR. You don't dare tell this to anyone else. You are currently working on a HUGE SECRET PROJECT OF SECRECY that will blow all of the minds. All of them. Your trolltag is triumphantMechanism, 4nd y0u t3nd 2 211p numb3r2 1nt0 y0ur 2p33c4.

Examine room.
Your room/workshop is always kept neat and oh who are you kidding it's a fucking mess. There are spare parts and robot heads everywhere. Your walls are mostly barren, save for one giant gear-shaped clock, identical to the one on your shirt. You can hardly take a step without slipping on random puddles of oil. Actually, most of your hive is like this. The one clean room in your hive belongs to your lusus, who is almost never home anyway.

Set Fetch Modus.
You have your sylladex set with the Tech Modus. Every object you withdraw first appears as a broken piece of technology. You must find the problem and fix it within thirty seconds to get the item. Trivial, for a master of machinery such as yourself.

Allocate Strife Specibus.
You use the extremely powerful, yet very dangerous, POCKETLASERKIND. You built the miniature laser gun yourself.

Do something awesome.
You jump out the window and perform a series of aerial loops and twists. You are literally the best flier you know.

Do something ridiculous.
You reprogram a waffle iron so that its primary initiative is to toast bread. You didn't change anything else.

Examine self.
You are honestly a fairly average, if slightly short, birdtroll. You keep your hair combed neatly across your head and slightly up your horns, which are the only things about yourself that you dislike. Birdtroll horns have some moving parts involved, and usually are able to serve some purpose. Yours move, but they serve no purpose at all. They slant up, then from there slant down again, and when you think deeply, the gears around them slightly before the top rotate pointlessly. Your shirt displays a picture of a cog. Your wings are basically the only things about your appearance that you really pay any attention to. You keep them neat and clean, the way they should be.

Examine abilities.
Physical

You can fly really, really fast and well. Like faster than anyone else you have ever heard of.

Psychic

You appear to be developing some psychic technokinetic abilities, although you aren't really sure how to use them. It basically means that you can control technology with your mind, which you think is basically the best power ever.

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