Mechanical Heart

Mechanical Heart is a dragon, made completely out of metal, and given life by an animus.
== Appearance ==
Not much in this bit, mainly just a generic dragon made of metal and bolts.They don't look like any specific tribe.
Their eyes glow with a strange ember, which may be due to the fact that they can breathe fire.
== Personality ==
They were given a conscience, so they act and think like a real dragon. They don't get sarcasm or metaphors (i.e. they take things very literally). They try to be kind, but don't understand other dragons' emotions. They do have programmed emotions, but they are so different to normal dragons. 
Someone suggested they should find an animus to give the emotional awareness, and they are still searching for an animus to do that.
== Backstory ==
They was born from a dusty workshop in the middle of the desert.
A lone SandWing/IceWing mechanic, cast out during the Great War took refuge in the dark cool house. He saw the parts and cogs in boxes in the corner of the room, but thought nothing of them. Then, an idea came to his head. What if he could end the war?
What if he made a machine so powerful it could kill dragons just by looking at them?
A thousand plans appeared in his head, and he got to work. It took him eight gruelling, hard years of blood, sweat and tears.
He placed the last piece into the back of the mechanical dragon's metal skull, and twisted the wires into place. Suddenly an explosion rippled through the workshop, throwing the hybrid against the wall. In a daze, he saw the metal dragon twist its head around to look at him.
"Heart." he said, spotting the visible glowing pulse by the dragon's chest. "Your name is Mechanical Heart, and you will be my servant until I die."
Mech bowed their head. "No, I am sorry that is not to be." they said in a grinding of vocal chords and cogs. "No one is my master."
Suddenly Mech leapt forward with incredible speed and grabbed the dragon's head in their talons. "But you plan to use me? To make me a killer, like you? There is a war outside, I can tell by the clashing of talons and beating of wings in the north quadrant of the continent known as..." there was a pause as Mech's glowing eyes surveyed the terrified ones of the mechanic. "Py-rr-hi-a?" they repeated it, until they got it right. A chuckle, or so it seemed, rasped from Mech's mouth. The hybrid trembled, as his head was moved from side to side by the cold talons. "I will not kill you." Mech sat back. "Just tell me I am free, or I might accidentally move one talon this way." They demonstrated, and the hybrid whimpered, feeling his neck twist slightly, painfully. "You are free." he squeaked, and Mech smiled at him. "Thank you." came the mechanical clatter of their voice. "Farewell, Plateau."
And with that, a thin beam of light shot out of their eyes, and they stepped out into the world, the beautiful world. Mech attempted to breathe in, rattling their metal lungs. Then they strode off into the sunrise, enjoying the world.
Back at the workshop, the hybrid touched his neck. "How did it know my name?"
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