Putza: ok heres a new story got the idea in the middle of a science class so i wrote this down, i dont own Harry Potter, but i do own this story, ive said it here so i cant be done in for copywright
Steampunk: my own story hell yeah
Putza: please R&R
Fate is complex it's like a clock, gears turning, springs pushing and pulling, all to move the hand a millimetre, but even the slightest mistake in the fabrication of the clock can cause problems. That is what i am, a broken gear, never able to complete my purpose in life. It's hard to put your mind into contemplating one person is not able to complete what they are supposed to do in life, but that's it you see I'm not a person, I'm a creation, an abomination left to wonder what i am, left to be mocked by the harsh world.
By now you're asking what I am, that's simple I'm Steampunk, a creation of flesh and gears, able to tell everything about you within five seconds of meeting you, my right arm is the work of a master piece, fine sliver with angelic designs, it alone has the strength to break the hand of even the strongest man, built in to this work of art is an arsenal of weapons ranging from a small assassin blade, to the furious minigun. My right hand is of similar design only without the arsenal of weapons it instead makes its use out of being able to leave my body and searching for help or shelter. Both my legs from the knee down are reconstructed to allow me to run up the side of building, bound over five ft tall walls in ease while running faster than thirty miles per hour.
Now from that you think i look like a heavenly but that here when i come to my face, half my face is a sliver reconstruction of a human skull, allowing people able to see the gears inside the rest of my head, the other side of my head is gears and only gears constantly turning in the never ending view of the un-accepting public eyes. But the only feature that no one avoids is my right eye, a organic eye inside a machine able to get all information from a glance.
How did this happen to me i don't know, my earliest memories are of waking up in a pool of blood, all i live for now is to find out who i was and how this happened to me, by any means i will find out my history.
I am Steampunk and this is my story.
Putza: so thats the start please dont read this then say its not a harry potter fic i need time to introduce all my ideas so more chapters
