Carol

Information

Player: Rensin

Character Full Name: Carol Harding

Character In-Game Name: Carol

Nickname(s): Carl (She'll rip out your lungs if you call her that though)

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, and long. Usually a bit dingy.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 140 lbs.

Height: 5'8

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

She wears a rusty old set of armor, that belonged to her mother. It's seen a lot of wear and tear, and has been repaired over and over again in several places.

Other: Her right arm and shoulder is covered in an intricate tribal tatoo. It looks like black flame.

Personality

She's one of the hardest workers you'll ever meet. When she's not mining, she's blacksmithing. When she's not blacksmithing, she's buying items to use later. When that's all said and done, she -might- go out for a drink or two, but most of the time she's working.

She's got a quick temper. She's got feminine features, however, she's quite muscular due to her trade, and some of the more rude people of Stormwind call her a man because of this. This is her pet peeve, and the quickest way to instigate a heated fight or debate with the woman.

While she is quick to anger, for the most part she is generally a nice, wholesome person. She enjoys food, and beer, and to loung around in comfortable clothing, but only when she has the time.

History

Carol was born the daughter of a miner. Her father would go out every day, sometimes for a few days straight to go and dig through mines, in the hopes of finding "the big load". Unfortunately, her father never did become as rich as he hoped, and all the war, and things like that, really intruded on his life goal. Before too long, he started to teach a young Carol about mining, how to check what ore was what, how to look around specific caves and mines for certain ores, and when to know when it's time to get the hell out of the area.

Carol loved her father, dearly, and studied his trade as hard as she could. Her father became sick, and eventually died before he could ever find that "big load". Carol was but a teenager at the time, but she still misses her father, and speaks highly of him every chance she gets.

As the years went by, Carol struggled to make ends meet with what little she gained from being a miner. So, she thought it best to invest a bit of money into learning the trade of a blacksmith as well. This way, she figured, she could use what ore she'd mine for armor, and sell it back for at least triple the price.

She spent the past ten years of her life mining, and blacksmithing. She's constantly trying what she can to pull in customers, and make due. She's not the best, and she knows it, but it doesn't stop her from trying to become a master at both "arts", as she calls them. Now, you can find her around Goldshire, putting her blood and sweat into her work at the Forge.