Windfall Island - OOC Thread

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Name, Gender, Age etc.: DP-12 'Arnold Rockwell', Male, 7 Years Old

Appearance:

DP-12, or Arnold Rockwell, as he prefers to be called, stands at roughly three feet in height, more than likely causing him to be dwarved by most other members of Windfall Island. He speaks in an obviously robotic, almost childish voice. While his metal endoskeleton is similar to that of Pit Droids from Star Wars, with a red paint-job and two yellow stripes down his back, he often hides his frame underneath a set of clothes that usually consist of a brown trench coat and hat.


Relationships: Donald Rockwell - Family. His creator and much more.

Profession(s): His primary profession appears to be construction, as he spends most of his days assisting in renovations with other buildings, including the one his creator, Donald Rockwell, lives in. He also uses whatever material he can get his hands on to build his pet project: a massive windmill on top of the Cyan Cliffs. This construction also extends to the making of fellow robots.

His secondary profession is that of a caretaker, in that he can provide a minor form of medical assistance, which include therapy, relationship advice, massages, etc. This does not extend to true medical knowledge, however; it is merely just simple advice and the occasional massage.


History: DP-12, or Arnold Rockwell, was not originally created by Donald Rockwell until after he had already arrived at Windfall Island. Indeed, his creation had never even been considered until a couple of years after they had arrived.  Donald and his son, Arnold Rockwell.

Donald Rockwell was an inventor whom had first gone to Windfall Island to pitch special machinery for the miners there to assist them in the excavation of silver. Most of the inventions have since been lost, if not outright forgotten, though Donald has managed to keep some of them salvaged inside his home. The many he has not been able to save have either been taken apart for scrap, sold in auctions, displayed in museums, or simply left to rot in the Plains or the Mines as simple carcasses of metal. Donald never approved of just how easily people threw away his inventions; he thought it selfish and insensitive that people could toss out material and expect it to come back just like that. He perceived their actions as simple, entitled wastefulness; a result of a privileged people used to the bunnies offering a massive litter. Unfortunately, Donald was an old man. An old man full of energy and wit, but nonetheless old. He could not possibly keep up with the demand.

He continued to try, though, and he eventually enlisted the help of his son, Arnold Rockwell. The two were close, with Arnold admiring his father for his inventions and his general personality. Likewise, Arnold's youthful charm and appreciation resonated with Donald. In a sense, the two even shared similar ambitions. Arnold, during a trip to the Cyan Cliffs with his father, informed his father of his greatest wish: to build a massive windmill that could power the entire island with the force of the winds, ran entirely by his father's robots. The two were perfect for each other; there was no denying that.

It made Arnold's death all the more heartbreaking for Donald. A cave-in that occurred while Arnold was attempting to fix a broken miner droid resulted in the death of his son, alongside several miners and the destruction of almost all of the miner droids. He mourned his son every day, burying him in the backyard of his home. As hard as he could try, he could not get over his son's death. As far as he was concerned, his inventions had caused his death. Without him, the world was emptier. Without him, he lost all the energy and wit he ever had. It wasn't worth it if no one appreciated his work.

It was only a few years later did he get the idea to invent a fully sentient robot, which he named 'Arnold Rockwell,' in memory of his son. While his actual name is 'DP-12,' Arnold immediately grew fond of his more official name, and the two began to bond. Over the course of seven years, they bonded to the point of almost sharing a similar one to the original Arnold.

But this Arnold knew Donald was unhappy. It just wasn't the same without his son. And he was dying. He was growing old, and in his old age, he was growing sick more easily, to the point of being unable to leave his bed without growing tired. He couldn't even continue to work on his machines. As he grew weaker, 'Arnold' was forced to take care of him, and he could see the pain his creator was going through. He knew he did not have much time left.

That was when he got an idea. He was going to build the world's biggest windmill on the Cyan Cliffs, and use it to provide wind-power to the entire Windfall Island. That would be Donald's legacy when he passed: the inventor of the little robot who constructed the world's biggest windmill. He would die a happy man.

And so, from then on, he got to work. As of right now, the windmill is still in the stages of construction, with only the basic foundation finished. It is unlikely he will finish in time without assistance, but he keeps on going regardless.


Possessions:
House: Technically not owned by him, but by Donald Rockwell. The duo own a small, two-story house near the edge of Silverrock Town, close to the path to the cliffs. The house is relatively simple, with the notable exception being the dozens of uncompleted machinery within it, as well as the copious amounts of oil stains on the walls and carpets. On the first floor, towards the back of the house, is the bedroom, where Donald Rockwell is usually found sleeping, reading, or talking to a friend. He does not stray from his bed, as he is far too ill to do that. In the backyard, behind a large picket fence so that no one could see, is a gravestone, marked "Arnold Rockwell."

Windmill in Construction: He himself owns a portion of the land occupying the Cyan Cliffs, which he has used to help build a massive windmill  that is still currently in construction. Why he is doing this is unknown, as he prefers to keep the reason a secret.

Taser-Club: A three-foot long black pole with an electronic socket at the end, which can be flicked on and off for the addition of electrocuting whoever decides to try to attack Arnold or his creator. Often carries this around in case he runs into any beasties.

Construction Equipment: General stuff any carpenter/construction worker would have. Hammers, nails, drills, etc.


Powers & Abilities:
Durability: Being a robot, he is incapable of feeling hunger, thirst, fatigue, and most forms of temperature, and general attacks are more easily defended against due to the strength of his endoskeleton. However, he does require periodic times to "oil up," as his robotic joints lock up after repeated use, which leaves him completely motionless.

Strength: Despite his size, due to him being a machine, he is easily capable of lifting up things more than thrice his size and weight.