As a child, Arkwright was surrounded by the wonders of mechaniks and, from the very beginning, was interested in them. Growing up on a street that was shared with a foundry, the rumble of gears and pistons and the smell of steam and smoke was an everyday, usual occurrence, one that he grew to actually enjoy. He remembers well the day his mother would walk him to school and he would look up, a little mechanik bird flying high to deliver a message, or mechanik horses pulling carts, jaws exhaling steam and smoke and bellies alight with the glow of fire, the scent of carbon everywhere, all of the time. If they were lucky, sometime they might board the CityCenti; a huge mechanik centipede that one could pay to ride to their destination, and he would marvel at the bronze plating, the gears and levers and all sorts of mechanical things he knew nothing about. Though his parents did not share his awe at the inventions, he certainly did. When he was nine, he started helping out an old man named Tuck Winters, who worked a small little shop across from the foundry. The man did repairs on the foundry’s mechaniks and his shop was so alive and absolutely
to be in. At age 11, Winters gave him a secondhand mechanik; a mouser, a cat-like mechanik that performed a similar thing; they hunted mice and rats for pest control. Arkwright was incredibly happy at the time, and named the mouser Smokey; like most mechaniks, after all, Smokey let off small amounts of smoke every now and then. Smokey was a friend for two years until the mechanik broke without repair; it had been a relatively old mechanik in the first place, anyways. Arkwright was grieved over his lost and, at the current age of 13, he learned how to help Winters repair even more.
Teenage YearsTuck Winters died when he was 16 years old, and Arkwright went into a brief depression due to it. Winters had been as close as his parents, almost, and by the time the depression was over with Arkwright had decided he wanted to take over Winters’ repair shop and begin an occupation repairing mechaniks on his own. However, his parents finally decided they would prefer if Arkwright would not go into an occupation repairing the mechaniks. Though heavily disappointed, Arkwright
He wasn’t, and still isn’t, very rich, but neither is he poor. He’s in good spirits with everyone, really, almost all of the time. He fancies himself, even now, as quite the optimist, looking up even if storms whirl about him. Even now, at the age of twenty-eight years old, he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, and he certainly enjoys his unique line of work.