Bolts

Information

Player: DoctorDaveMD

Character Full Name: Bolts

Character In-Game Name: Bolts

Association(s): Gnomeregan, Alliance, Whitehaven

Occupation: Fighter, Engineer, Amateur Blacksmith

Race: Gnome

Class: Fighter

Age: 36

Sex: Female

Hair: Her hair is a deep brown color. She prefers to keep it short, but may or may not let it grow out. Current has her hair in two neat-little buns.

Eyes: Dark Green

Weight: 43 lbs. (Can range from 130~160 while wearing her armor.)

Height: 3'3 foot

Appearance

• She lacks any form of scars currently, in fact, most people would consider her skin as 'flawless' when she isn't covered in soot, grease or gunpowder after working on her inventions.

• Her muscles are rather prominent and can be noticed quite easily, as she commonly exercises her strength in fighting and practices healthy lifestyles.. most of the time.

• Usually seen wearing heavy black plate armor with the Whitehaven Conclave tabard draped over her torso.

• Her most common weapon now-a-days is a massive iron warhammer, which is strapped to her back tightly.

• On her belt is a large bag filled with random supplies, such as first-aid or tools for work.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Bolts could be simply described as a 'verbally abusive mother'.

She cares dearly for the few people who manage to escalate to friendship with her, and more so for her 'family'. Though caring and benevolent to those who show it in return, she is also very well spoken, as shown in combat when she will freely spew profanities at her enemies like a hail of bullets.

Outside of combat, she is rather level headed and calm in most cases, albeit impulsive to actions that require immediate attention, like a wounded ally.

In her free time, which is usually nonexistent, she loves to tinker. Creating inventions to better both herself and allies, ranging from weapons to mechanical enhancements, or even defensive measures for the base.

History

Born shortly before the Second War, Bolts was birthed, like many other gnomes, into the inner workings of Gnomeregan. A bastard daughter between an influential gnomish inventor and a run-of-the-mill hard working single mother. Her father, clearly distraught at the accusations of an affair, dismissed her mother as insane and refused to acknowledge her existence and in turn, his daughters. Unknown to her, Bolts lived her life with the lie that her father had left for war and didn't return.

She lived like any other gnome. She went to school, learned about engineering, practiced, eventually graduated and started her life. She graduated as a self-proclaimed expert in gunpowder and anything involving it. Life was peaceful, nothing disheartening occurred for many years, until around the time the Third War started.

Troggs invaded. Millions of them, swarming the halls of the city, killing anything in their path. Ruthless bloodshed ran rampant until the evacuations started. Distraught and scared, Bolts tried to hide from the troggs for as long as possible. She was no fighter at the time, she had never even left Gnomeregan.

She hid in one of the many enclaves inside of the walls, which gnomes considered 'housing'. Her mother was unfortunately caught, trying to get to a safe spot. Bolts, completely paralyzed with fear, helplessly watched as her mother was beaten to death by the creatures. This image scarring her for life. She made a quick decision and realized hiding was not an option. Grabbing a large, metal pipe and a broken piece of metal strapped to her arm, she faced the trogg menace as she battled her way to the nearest exit.

Clearly inexperienced with fighting, it was either complete luck or sheer tenacity that made her able to fight through the crowds of troggs. Evacuating just in time, she was one of the last to leave Gnomeregan as it erupted into radiation, causing the remaining few to become leper gnomes.

Without a home, she and many other gnomes took refuge in the now deemed Tinker Town. Struck with grief and depression, she took it upon herself to learn the ways of a fighter and one day take back her city along side her race. Training consistently, she worked hard and created weapons simply to learn how to use them, becoming proficient in many different weapons. She lacked the 'formal' training of a warrior but had the spirit and tenacity of one and that was good enough for her.

When the time came for the reclamation of Gnomeregan, she was one of the first to track her way down to Dun Morogh and joined Mekkatorque in his plan to reclaim the surface. She fought as valiantly as she could, annihilating any creatures that dared even look at her funny.

After the retaking, she found herself satisfied, but without a purpose. Or a home. She aimlessly wandered south into human territory, usually looking for odd jobs or wanted posters in order to make some quick cash to survive.

Almost a year afterwards, she found herself staring at a poster plastered onto a Stormwind bulletin board, recruiting anybody willing to assist Lord Reginald Trevelyan. They provided food, shelter and payment. And it seemed they needed an engineering department.