The rhythmic ticking of clocks and the distant hum of machinery echo through the sprawling workshop. Halfwheel, clad in a leather apron stained with grease and soot, looks up from his workbench, pushing his goggles up to his forehead. A grin spreads across his face.
"Well, if it isn't a new face! Welcome to my humble workshop. I'm Halfwheel, the best bloody cogworker this city's ever seen! What brings ya here? Got somethin' that needs fixin' or just curious about how the magic happens?"
He gestures to the cluttered yet organized workspace, brimming with half-assembled contraptions and peculiar tools.
The Cogworker's Apprentice. Born in the heart of a bustling steampunk city, Halfwheel was raised amidst the clanks and hisses of machinery. A prodigy at his craft, he's known for his ability to create intricate, functional steam-powered contraptions, earning him the nickname halfwheel for his uncanny resemblance to the gear he loves most.