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Wharf-In-A-Can

[Name] Wharf
[Owner] Katherine of Dreamland
[Gender] Male
[Type] Junkeater
[Affiliation] Generally neutral, with a slight distaste towards Fissure
=[Errors] Mentally intact; however, how messages are received to various other parts of his body vary. Sometimes he'll lose control of limbs, sometimes his magnets falter or shut down for periods of time, sometimes he'll sense something that's not actually there. Mostly random as to where and what part of his body gets hit, the only permanent corruption is his "voicebox," as he can only say the phrase "Can I go down to the wharves now?" - sometimes riddled with stuttering, repeats, or even just out-of-order, depending on how much is received/how distorted the signal from his brain is. Also is quite aware that all of this is happening to him, but has no way to communicate as such.
[Base color] Bole
[Markings] Intertwining purple vines with large red dots between the empty spaces left by some of the vine marks. [Picture forthcoming.]
[Background Info] TBA.
[Other] The only physical things wrong with him are those related to the above, be it accidents when a limb goes into blackout mode, missing magnetic bits when his magnets go out, etc. The most noticable of these is his left foreleg. At one point, he lost contact with the lower half of his left foreleg, and Wharf either must've smacked into the pavement pretty hard, or have been hit by something, because his entire lower leg got shoved back several inches from where it should've connected. Now, instead of connecting at the elbow, the upper leg connects to a third of the way down his lower leg, with the extra third jabbing out of his "flesh". The faux-muscle and -fur on the exposed third have since been stripped off by the ravages of time, and the exposed 'bone' is starting to rust. "Luckily" for Wharf, pain sensations are also liable to blackout and garbling, so he doesn't quite have to deal with the never-ending agony such an injury would cause to any other .exe. It still hurts like hell whenever his leg kicks back in, though. And, since he can't bend it, as he now lacks an elbow, he has a horrendous limp/three-legged gait (depending on the circumstances) and can't move very fast.
...Also has orange eyes. May or may not be glowing. (It really doesn't matter to me either way.)

Artmeats? 3/5

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