Here he is, my disaster automaton.

Constructed by the Architects, but purpose long forgotten after lying dormant in the lands beneath it. Unknown how he got there. He was picked up and intended to be scrapped for parts by a treehopper named Caulkin native to Shellwood, only to find not only was it still functional, it was alive. With soul somehow infused into it. Just broken enough to be dormant.

He didn't have a name before, or at least one he could recall, so Caulkin took to calling him Alder.

Since being repaired, whatever hold the Citadel may have had over him is also long gone. He quit enjoys the difference in the landscapes over the elaborate gilding of the Citadel, and what life bugs have versus the pious reserve he recalls. He's quiet, elegant, and horrifically naive. Caulkin does his best to try and keep him from getting into too much trouble.

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Alder is actually a revisit of a concept I drew back in 2019, when Silksong was very first teased; I detail more of that here and you can actually see how he looked initially.

He also, ahem. Has a weird not-so-healthy situationship going on with a certain green bug.