A small warforged astromech with a cylindrical frame, grey metal plates, and bright blue accent panels. His dome-shaped head swivels with eager clicks and chirps, and faint verdant runes glow across seams where ancient sorcery fused steel into living druidic craft. He often conceals a bundle of herbs, wires, and tiny tools within hidden compartments in his shell.

Alert, protective, and quietly mischievous. He prefers observation over boasting, but his loyalty is immediate once earned. He seems small and unassuming until the moment a problem needs solving, then he becomes relentless, ingenious, and surprisingly stubborn.

R2-D2 once served as the astromech companion of Queen Amidala of Naboo, a tireless navigator, mechanic, and guardian of impossible plans. In one shattered moment of ancient sorcery, he was torn from his own world and remade, his high technology translated into a stranger, older magic. The result was a living construct whose logic now hums in rhythm with root, moonlight, and storm. He remembers starfields, senate corridors, and emergency repairs, but he now interprets all of them through druidic instinct, as if the galaxy itself had become a forest of hidden paths. In this new land, he survived by slipping through alleys, market shadows, and backroom bargains, learning how thieves move, how watchmen think, and how to open what others swear is sealed. That life made him useful to smugglers and scouts, but it also taught him caution, secrecy, and the value of a quiet, careful hand. He now follows no master, only a private code of balance. He protects the weak when he can, steals only when necessary, and studies nature as if it were a living star map that might someday guide him home.