Clockwork

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 Clockwork | SkyWing | She/Her/Herself | Professor

*Clockwork*

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Popular pages 6/1/21 - ?/?/?

*Introduction*

A gleam of gold catches your eyes and you whip your head to face dazzling green eyes. "Seat. Now." The professor says, flicking her tail impatiently. Despite her attitude, you still cannot believe you were accepted into Το Υπουργείο Χρόνου as you sit down next to an intense amber MudWing. You open your mouth to ask him about the school and immediately a sharp pain shoots up your spine. You turn around to face Clockwork staring at you coldly with her avian tail raised, a sharp blade protruding from the tip. A thin line of blood trails from your hind leg and you bit back a gasp. "Silence." The other students pay no heed and you grumble internally, focusing your attention on the lesson.

*Appearance*

Professor Clockwork, under all of her clocks and pipes and gold bands, is a deep red with a gold underbelly and wings. Her spikes/talons/horns are all gold and copper colored, and her remaining eye is a brilliant green. Now she is covered in clockwork and steampunk armor. Her right eye is missing, replaced with a black lens connected to a pipe, in witch leads into her cheek. She wears a top hat with a single clock's hand at the middle.

All over her body she has pipes and clock wheels. Her horns are adorned with gold bands and she has three gold earrings, the largest with an amber teardrop hanging from it. Down her sides she has clock wheels and springs, and along her back she has normal SkyWing spines with small golden clock wheels in between each one. Across each two of each of the wheels are large copper spikes. In between these spikes are enormous metal feathers that graduate from larger to smaller three times and repeat until you get to the base of her tail, which has a huge golden feather blade at the tip ringed with floating spikes.

Her wings are enormous and covered in sharp golden feathers made of metal and fused with her wing bone. They are heavy and make it hard for her to fly, so she connected them to moving gears on her shoulders that are powered by a core center on her chest filled with dragon bone dust that shines with golden light. Along her wing bone are twisting pipes and shifting gears, and under these is a long tattoo of a flying dragon with their tail wrapped around a clock.

On her talons she is adorned with heavy golden rings that look like light reflecting off of water in the way they are shaped. She also has thin copper rings and on the largest talon on each front foot she has a ring with a clock. Her scales seem to radiate a golden glow, and she carries an aura of death.

*Personality*

Professor Clockwork is a very cold and calculating character, as well as very strict and cruel with her punishments. She is easily, easily annoyed, whipping dragonets who so much as drop a pencil in her classes. She usually wears a cold or annoyed expression, quick to lash out at other dragons. Many rumors were spread about her and her past, leaving her furious at the students and she is never lenient. Her favorite motto is, "Time waits for no dragon, so get your lazy a\*\* over here before I beat you into a pulp." Her students find her terrifying and cruel, although beneath all of her armor and her sharp tongue, she has a kind soul that was scarred and never healed. She can be extremely insecure at times, and you better not ask her about her past or she will hang your corpse on the front door to her classroom for all to see.

*History*

Clock was hatched a poor dragonet with parents who hated her. They were externally abusive and would rip out her shining gold scales to sell on the black market. After being repeatedly battered and slashed at by her parents she decided she had enough and flew away to Scorpion Den to try to make a living. She worked as a chemist, selling beauty products to roach killers, until she was involved in a chemical accident. Most of her beautiful gold scales were melted and her husband left with her three dragonets. She was devastated, engineering a clockwork armor to save her scales. Unfortunately, after this event, everyone looked at her sideways, she could not go back to her original job, and no one would take her in. In order to deal with this problem, she made her own school named Το Υπουργείο Χρόνου aka the Hall of Ticking Time.

**POV**

**In The Egg**

She could hear faint sounds echoing through the shell of her egg, and light filtered through freely as the air she breathed. A sudden urge to feel this light made her lash out at the shell, and a loud crack split the air. A louder noise jumped closer and she struck at the shell again, sending splinters of it flying outwards. She rose her face to the new light, breathing in the sun. She heard a gasp from her mother, though she did not understand why. Large, cold talons lifted her out of the egg and piercing red eyes inspected every inch of her scales. A loud roar came from near by and a shooting pain crawled up her spine as she was bashed into the ground by enormous, gleaming talons. She immediately knew this angry dragon was her father, and she certainly knew how much he hated her, she could feel the icy glare of his dark amber eyes. Her first day into the sun and she already possessed the wounds of a warrior.

**Dragonethood**

Tears streamed down Goldfinch'es face as she stared into the merciless eyes of her father. His snout was inches from hers as he hissed in her ear, "You worthless dragonet. All you care about is your self, no wonder everyone hates you, you owe me for keeping you alive, because I'm sure someone would kill you for your pretty scales." His voice was slurred and drunk, and she knew he had been drinking. He proceeded to roughly score his talons down her side, raking off a few precious golden scales. Goldfinch tried not to flinch, tears welling in her eyes. Her father waved the scales in front of her like money, stabbing his talons into her side before sauntering out of the door.

**Teenage Years**

"No." Goldfinch snapped. Her mother glowered dangerously. "*What*, did you just say?" "I said no. I refuse to be your maid any longer." Goldfinch spat. Her mother snarled and tackled, shoving her to the ground and biting viciously at Goldfinch's throat.

*Relationships*

*The Smiler*

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*Mamba*

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*Feather*

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*Personal Items*

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*Trivia*

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*Gallery*

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