Boli
Player: Forenzic
Character Full Name: Boli Boltcutter
Character In-Game Name: Boli
Nickname(s): Bolt
Association(s): Ironforge, Thelsmar, Loch Modan
Race: Dwarf
Class: Warrior
Skills and Abilities: Boli's abilities in combat all usually around his explosives, and the creative ways he can use them for his advantage. To just regularly throwing them, running up and attaching sticky dynamite and running away, or rolling a seaforium charge to his opponent like a game of bowling. He loves to experiment in ways that seem the most flashy and entertaining.
Age: 47
Sex: Male
Hair: Black, kept up in a tight, straight tail on the back of his head.
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 160 lbs
Height: 4' 5
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Usual Garments/Armor: Boli usually wears a suit of plate (scorched black due to his work), his rose colored goggles, and keeps his trusty gear-mace on him at all times.
Other: And then boom goes the dynamite.
Personality
Boli can be an extremely reckless person, even when not in combat. He's grown a minor resistance to his explosions over the years, so he doesn't feel as much pain as others. This causes him to sit and work on his explosives in certain areas where it might not be as allowed (such as an inn) since it might accidentally go off. Other then that he really does have good intentions all around. He always feels proud or accomplished when he's helped someone along due to his actions, for better or for worse.
Behind his rough persona he's actually intelligent, which can be hard to tell through his accent. He takes pride in all of the work he's put into his gadgets and gizmos such as his weapon, goggles, or his self-proclaimed "Dragon Fire Gun".
History
Boli's story begins in the town of Thelsamar in the country of Loch Modan. It was a small town, but was greatly populated with dwarves, and even a few gnomes surprisingly. Boli was born into a rich (in spirit) family of hunters and gathers who were great fans of living off the land that were given to them. He had a great family including his two brothers and two sisters. He was always a cheerful young lad, loved to play with his friends and family but took a serious side when he met one of his best known childhood friends, Nibble Springsprocket. Nibble was a gnome who took a great liking to engineering, which was just the line and hook that reeled Boli into what he is today. He took a fascination to this kind of work, pondering about all of the different gadgets he would be able to create with a hammer, gears, a couple of screw, and an idea. His first creation he was able to craft was incredibly simple; a long pole with a large gear at the top of it which continued to rotate on a set RPM. It was his very first weapon he used actually, and still uses it to this very day although it has been upgraded and more polished. He believed no one was able to stop him on his away to becoming a great and prosperous engineer. . .
. . . until he told his parents on what he was interested in instead of hunting. Both his and his parents views quickly collided that day and he was scolded for even thinking about it. Most dwarves are clean set on engineering, knowing of all of it's advantages and disadvantages. Boli's family was different though, they believed only on a strict rule of hunting, hunting either with bows, crossbows, or guns. They never even thought of engineering, and believed it was only something of the weak, that real men and women who were able to use the skills they had at hand, to craft their own weapons through the sheer amount of what is around them and not resorting to having "gadgets" to do the work instead. Boli tried to explain to his parents that there were some ingenious advantages to engineering, but was scolded even more for trying to reason with them. This led to a somewhat "rebellious" side of Boli which can still be prominent to this very day, beginning with working on projects behind his parents back and having Nibble bring him sneakingly the supplies he needed.
This went on and on for months until Boli was working out in the middle of a forest one day, working on his latest project: His first gun. He worked incredibly hard on it, sneaking out in the middle of the night to bring the parts he needed to a spot in the woods. He always told his parents he was going out in the woods to hunt, telling his family when he got back that there weren't any good prey out there that day. Every now and then he did bring home some meats and furs so they wouldn't get to suspicious, but they were mediocre at best. When he was finally ready to test out his gun, something terrible happened that changed his life forever. He saw a squirrel, sitting in the middle of the forest chewing on a nut, which he though would be a great test subject for his new weapon. He loaded it, lined up the sight onto the little critter, and pulled the trigger, but the result which came through was drastically different. The gun wasn't able to get the bullet out, and the gunpowder inside the gun caused it to explode right next to Boli's face. The impact caused him to black out for hours, until he finally woke up feeling intense pressure and pain. But those weren't the only feelings he had, another was a sense of enlightenment. That was the first time he has ever experienced an explosion of that magnitude in his life, and he was overcome by the power. . .the force behind the blast. Sadly the blast left his face scorched, his pinkish-white skin turning into something as a little lighter then charcoal.
Not wanting his parents to find out what he was doing in the woods, since a scorched face would probably be suspicious, was to travel to the lake to wash his face off before going back home. The only problem was that it wasn't all coming off, only the top layer of soot was able to be washed off and his face was still dark. Albeit it wasn't as dark as before, but it was still a bit greyish then before. He came to the realization that he had to fess up to his parents for what he did, as he would never be able to hide what he had done to his face. Sure enough his parents were furious at him, saying he was a disgrace to his family for messing around with the ridiculous acts of engineering. He was not able to eat for three whole days, and was forbidden to leave his house for two months, which sounded terrible but it actually gave him time to learn about the explosive side of engineering. His friend Nibble was able to get him some books on dynamite, bombs, mortars, and a certain "Dragon Gun" he was interested in. Certainly enough, he read these books religiously over the course of the next two months, re-reading them over when he was finished. To him, the two months flew by like being on the wings of a gryphon. After his time was up, he then proceeded to get to work, attempting to be more sneaky with his plans then before the incident.
Instead of just building whatever engineering device popped into his head, Boli focused primarily on explosives. He learned how it is incredibly simple to pack all of the ingredients into a small container, attach a string to it, light it on fire, and let loose. Although he believed this was entirely too simple so he tried to make things more "interesting". He attempted all sorts of things, some he still uses to this day, and some that blew up right in his face giving him the many burns and scars he has to this day. Some of his most primary accomplishments are his "Dragon Fire Gun" and his Portable Mortar Cannon, both of which being unique in their own way. The Dragon Fire Gun (Which he now calls the DFG) was a small weapon that with a press of a single button was able to blow out a large cone of flame for around 10 seconds straight, the only downside it has a five minute recharge period which he needs to reset it. His other invention, the Portable Mortar Cannon (PMC) was what he called it; a mortar cannon that was able to fired as if it was a gun. Held like one, once the trigger is pressed it let's out a huge blast that launches a huge copper bomb that can soar for up to 30 ft, exploding on contact. As with the DFG, it needs to recharge and be reloaded although this one's process is only around two minutes. Other then these two inventions he uses a multitude of other explosives; Sticks of dynamite with wool string fuses, large copper bombs which he also uses as ammo for his PMC, and seaforium charges which range from all different sizes.
Once he turned 18, he knew his life on Thelsamar was going to be restricting as long as he lived there. He said goodbye to his family, friends (Except for Nibble who weirdly enough just disappeared around two years ago), and all of the people who helped him along the way. He packed his things, loaded up his explosives, and set out for the great land of Dun Morogh where he aimed to find people who share the same passion for explosives as he did. His adventure took him far, into the dark tunnels that connected the two countries, to meeting up some friendly dwarves who manned a mortar protecting the area, which Boli had a field day looking at.
He braved through the harsh landscapes of Dun Morogh, pushing himself along the road as he walked headfirst into a small snowstorm. He was used to the fall esq feeling of Loch Modan, so it was a big change for him. Sooner or later, he finally made it to the small rest stop known as Kharanos, where he greatly made his home in the inn for around a month. He met some good folks, some bad folks, and the folks he was used to. Nevertheless it was a nice break from the crowded town of Thelsamar, especially since no one was threatening of starving him for just having an interest in demolition. He did gather some attention from the locals, as they haven't seen a dwarf who was so involved in the crafting and using of high end explosives. Funnily enough he was actually able to show some people a few new tricks with his DFG and PMC, especially the gnomes over by Steelgrill's Depot. Both Boli and the gnomes traded schematics for new and different devices, although all of them weren't practically explosives, one of the main plans he got were some for a pair of Rose Colored Goggles. Boli thought it was quite silly, but nevertheless he gathered the parts and built them which took a couple of weeks. These goggles were cemented with Boli, since he still uses them to this day, always wearing them to protect his precious eyes. He found a great style to them and loved how they protected his eyes, while also giving off a slight glow in front of them in case he every needs to do something in the dark. Thinking he needed some new gear to go along with his goggles, he hit up the blacksmith across the road from the inn to make him a set of silver plate armor in exchange for some Dynamite and gunpowder, which they agreed to.
Sooner then later Boli was equipped with a brand new set of shiny silver armor, except for a helmet since he didn't want it to get in the way of his goggles. Sadly enough the armor wouldn't be as shiny due to his explosions which would (over the years) get tainted with soot and char and would turn into a dull looking lightish black.
Boli then realized he needed to experience something more then the little town of Kharanos, so he packed up his things once more and headed down the road, up the mountain to the great dwarven city of Ironforge. The journey there wasn't as bad as the one to Kharanos since it was only down the road, but still had a few quirks getting there mostly due to the wildlife that inhabited the area. Finally he reached Ironforge, which completely astounding him seeing it for the first time, since it was something he never saw before. The huge architecture in the entrance set the atmosphere once you entered the main chunk of the city, and even some of the outer parts of it. His favorite section, although, would sure enough Tinkertown, which to him was an engineering paradise. Albeit small, it was a fascinating piece of Ironforge that really touched him, about what all the gnomes have been through throughout their lives and can still work and tinker as though as nothing has ever happened. Honored as he was then, he stayed in the dwarf city for twenty years, learning several new tricks over his time staying there. Two of them being; a new kind of dynamite covered with a substance that would cause it to stick to whatever it is planted on (he quickly made a solvent so it wouldn't stick to his hands when he tried to place it on something) and seaforium charges that he was able to set on a timed fuse to launch at enemies, ending in an explosive blast.
After such a long time in Ironforge, Boli wanted to travel to places far and wide, places that would have more interesting engineers and people. He heard of a city called Stormwind, which in fact could be gotten to by the tunnel connected from Tinkertown that leads to the tram. He was amazed by the work that went into creating this marvelous work of transportation, although he was confused he was going under an underwater section when it was traveling south. Once he reached the city, it was incredibly breathtaking. . .once he got out of the dwarven section of course. The amount of beauty and sunlight in this great capital made him extremely glad he traveled the great distance (albeit by tram), knowing this is where he was going to be planning on living out for the most of his days. It has been nine years since that very day he stepped out from the tram into Stormwind, and Boli continues to create new and inventive ways for blowing things up, whether it be for good or for his own personal desires.
