Adget

Adget Thundercestus
Player	Krilari
Gender	Female
Race	Gnome
Class	Warrior
Age	53
Height	2' 8"
Weight	37 lb
Eyes	Blue
Hair	Dark Blue
Affilliation(s)	Gnomeregan Exiles
Occupation	Enchanter, Blade for Hire
Status	Alive

Skills and Abilities

The Girl with the Power - For years Adget was never magically inclined unlike her brothers or sisters. However, this would eventually change following the fall of Gnomeregan. When her person was permanently weakened by fallout, she began her search for a way to regain her strength. It would come to be that her off-hand hobby as an Enchanter would save her. As she grew within the arts following the fall, she would mend her armor with enchantment after enchantment that would help her retain strength while wielding it.

Appearance

Constantly coated from head to toe in armor, there’s much left to the imagination in regards to Adget. The armor in itself is black and bulky, seeming difficult to carry around for for anyone of her stature, yet it seems this woman pulls it off with ease. While not noticeable in the daylight’s view, the set of dark armor shimmers ever so gently in the dark, pulsing with arcane powers.

Beneath the armor, however, is far from what is expected. Adget herself is a very weak gnome. Her form, while small to begin with, has grown weathered and sickly since the fall of Gnomeregan.

Personality

A mellow and laid-back sort of Woman, Adget seems to rush to nothing unless it sees fit for it in her own eyes. She’s one to do as she and she alone pleases, caring little for others commands or demands unless they align with her own wants or wishes.

While her morals are vague, they do indeed exist. She’s not much of a woman for killing without purpose, though would happily go through with such a task so long as there’s a bit of coin involved.

History

Born to an aging couple of average gnomes, Adget came to be one of the youngest of her seven siblings, having only two siblings born after herself. As her father, Eustace Poprocket, worked diligently away at his (un)masterful blueprints, her mother, Tabitha Boomberry-Poprocket, spent a fair amount of her time working away in the family’s kitchen.While growing up, she had only rumors to go off of in regards to the family’s first dog, Spot, who apparently had no spots to speak of. Instead, she knew only her best friend Spot the Third, or as her father jokingly called him, Sir Spottington the Third, Esquire.

Unlike some of her elder -or even younger- brothers and sisters, Adget was never one with natural magical inclinations. She could weave no spells nor cast any incantation, yet even still it interested her greatly. As she budded into physical maturity, the child decided to test her hand at the most interesting, - and shiny- profession that had caught her eye: Enchanting. To her father’s subtle disappointment she took up the art as more of an off-hand practice, something to burn time in her youthful days.

Even though she had gained some of her father ire, that did not keep the youngling from the warmth of her mother. The two often worked together, the young Adget normally taking the position as a sort of delivery girl for the mother’s baked goods which had earned quite the reputation in their part of the expansive Gnomeregan.

Years would come and go, though not without their own little interesting quirks. Her two younger siblings were born and grew with the oversight of their elder sister. In the same turn her two elder siblings shipped off and out of the house, looking to fulfill their own roles within the world. And while time drew on, Adget never really work at increasing her own holding. Much to her father’s disapproval and her mother’s worry, the young adult hadn’t followed in the illustrious path of the engineer, yet instead she wasted her time on what seemed to them to be no more than pixie dust.

This would press on for ten more years, sprouting from worry into plain ire. Her mother and father, who by this time had aged as gracefully as milk, constantly fret Adget’s mind to the point of rebellion. Tired of her parents bickering she left the house in a stammer, taking what few possessions she had to her name. for hours she stumbled along the pipeways and roads, mumbling an excess of curses upon her parents. As she would come upon a hole to stay in for the night, she looked in only to see a pair of beady eyes stare right back at her.

Troggs, why did it have to be troggs? The gnome turned and bolted, fleeing with all her untrained form could muster. The chase lasted for what felt to be hours of constant worry, glancing behind, hiding, praying that it would leave her alone. Finally a gunshot rang out through the metallic halls, followed soon after by a collapse of a corpse. The startled gnome turns about to see a number of armor-clad others advancing towards her. They warned of the troggs and their invasion. The halls were to be evacuated as soon as possible. While she willingly followed along, making her escape to the outside world, she couldn’t help herself to occasionally glance back with a worried thought over her parents and siblings.

The surface would reveal the majority of her family together- the two aged parents along with three of her siblings, though to their disgust a fourth- the youngest- was missing. Where no dared to go ventured back into the halls, Adget talked herself into accepting the task. With any forewarnings of the radiation ignored, she barreled in through the darkening depths. Flashing red lights flared through the depths to light the woman’s way. From above it could be heard as poisonous gasses ebbed into the air she breathed, yet there was not an ounce of self-preservation in her system. there was little to live for at the moment, but everything to die for.

Thankfully she would find her youngest kin not so deep into the halls, not quite far enough for the troggs to reach them yet. With the unconscious youngling taken into her arms, Adget tore her own shirt to guard the child’s breathing. At this point the gas settled at ground-level, and the only option left was to run for it. Once more with vigor, Adget blared through the halls. The poisonous radiation burned through her lungs, tore at her flesh, yet she gave no pause. As she reached the surface she fell completely unconscious, the fading vision being that of her mother and father nearing the child she had dropped.

Days later Adget would awake, yet the radiation had taken its toll. She fell into sickness the muscles in her body permanently mutated and weakened to the point that her strength was comparable to that of a child’s. While others warned that this was her end, she refused to believe. While bedridden, she forced herself into the books. In matter of months spent in recovery, she managed to recover what was years worth of studies. Piece by piece she practiced her enchanting arts on simple clothing, giving what appeared to be nothing more than cloth tunics the ability for her to feel some matter of strength. And so it was repeated. Piece by piece, cloth by cloth her entire form was clad with enchantments.

Slowly once more, this cloth would come to be replaced by armor- and finally her crowning achievement: the Thunder Cestus. Through magical enchants she had gathered from Ironforge’s great libraries, Adget worked one of her metallic gauntlets to crackle with arcane lightning. With such an enchantment it could only be activated for short times, but when it was, it came be be incredibly effective.

Now armed from head to toe with enchanted armor, Adget makes her way through the new world, looking to follow in the footsteps of her rumored sister Caravan Fairwinds.