Using the latest version posted.
Mode: 2nd Generation(+8).
Designation: Hero. I won't really have much of a choice in this, given the scenario that I plan to go with.
Reality: Non-Canon. I plan to go with a less-fucked worm-verse.
Timeline: Worm. I want to see where things go with a lot of the major factors that end the world gone.
Shard State: Living Shard. I won't get my powers from nowhere.
>Extras;
Pacing. I'd like more time.
Heroic Taylor. In a less crapsack world, she might not be so opposed to escaping her tormenters.
Multiverse Theory. No Endbringers fucking shit up? No Scion threatening to end the world in the future? The world is slightly less crapsack as a result? Yes. Please.
>Powers;
Tech Tinker(-2): My specialization will be Integration, which means that I'll be able to combine existing devices with ease, but my ability to make things from scratch will be greatly limited.
Abominable Me(-2): Limited in that I can only create what I will term Gremlins. More on that below.
Event Triggerer(-2): Limited in that it only works on my Gremlins, but it works automatically and only grants them Tech Tinker with a random specialization as well as MacGuyver+.
Buffer de Buffer(-2): Limited, It is basically an Aura of Inspiration that increases Tinker's capabilities, whether they are a Gremlin or not.
MacGuyver+(-1): I can do quite a bit with very little.
My power is essentially to be a one-man workshop. I begin to automatically generate Gremlins, which basically look like the fed-after-midnight gremlins from the movie of the same name, but with an extra set of arms, pasty white skin, and a much lumpier appearance. They are intelligent, but they lack any sense of self-preservation, and their driving instinct is to invent. They have a basic allegiance to me because of my ability to boost their Tinker powers, as well as my role as the diplomat with Humans. I stop generating Gremlins when the number of living Gremlins is about 30. Pretty much anything that I or they build will look roughly put together. Exposed wiring and components, often built from cannibalized parts from earlier builds.
One quirk of my power is that the Gremlins and I will easily be able to maintain and understand equipment built by us, even if the Gremlin that originally built the device is already dead or isn't present.
The Gremlins spawn via budding. Each day, I'll unwittingly release a tiny a little ball of flesh about an inch in radius. This spore will roll into a secluded place and start growing. After a day, a fresh Gremlin will start making its way to my location. Gremlins have a lifespan of about 5 years, but most don't make it past 1 year due to their propensity for getting themselves killed while testing devices, and Gremlins might not even get to that stage if the area their spore grows in and the path to me from their isn't safe.
>Perks
Trustworthy, Media Darling. I'm allied with the PRT after all.
>Drawbacks
Conflict-Driven, Event Triggered. A whole mob of idiot inventors led by someone that triggered from the shock of being in a different dimension. Conflict will be a given.
Outed(+1): Whether due to leaks or my own need to be honest, Who I am, What I can do, and Where I am from will get out.
So what happens is that I get shunted into a less hopeless version of the Worm-verse. This alone is enough of a shock for me to have a Trigger event, causing me to immediately release half a dozen spores and fall unconscious for a day.
Later, I wake up in the hospital with a fresh hell waiting for me, more specifically a PRT agent with a laundry list of questions.
After a lengthy interrogation filled with speculation-filled answers and me swearing up and down that I am not even FROM this universe, dammit, I am offered a deal: In exchange for documentation, citizenship, a salary, and a place to live, I will join with the PRT to play hero, while also giving them access to everything built by my 'Creatures'…although I won't understand the last part until I am given my workshop and those of my Gremlins that survived the streets and getting apprehended are carted in.
I will take the name Workshop to reflect the nature of my power. The collective name for me and little army will be The Workshop.
Me and The Workshop would be a major element of chaos in any skirmish, so I'd probably only be called out if shit had already hit the fan. I can just imagine us rolling up in a modified PRT vehicle that would make an Ork proud, and then pile out in equally modified PRT gear holding ramshackle ray guns with a dozen different outputs, only to find out that rays don't work on the juggernaut. So we hide somewhere and kitbash out gear into slug-throwers before continuing the fight.