Cil

Information

Player:Minoco

Character Full Name: Cil Turngear

Character In-Game Name: Cil

Nickname(s): Fail

Association(s): G.E.A.R. (Gnomish Engineering and Associated Relations)

Race: Gnome

Class: Tinker/Rogue

Age: 52

Sex: Female

Hair: Red/brown

Eyes: Blue with a slight green reflection.

Height: 3'1

Weight: 40 lbs

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Appearance

• Head: Protection glasses with extra features. changed often.
• Neck: none
• Back: extinguisher 2-12 (A cloak that suffocate flames.)
• Chest: Overall or Hardened leather armor against explosion hazards, or both.
• Shirt: none
• Bracelets: Hardened leather with slide in straps to holster small tools.
• Gloves: Manual Protection Gloves 40D (Safety gloves of the highest grade)
• Belt: Tool carrying belt.
• Trousers: Flexible Leather pants with knee protectors.
• Boots: Foot Protection modules-integrated anti sweat breathers.

Other: a Spanner at her side and Random gadgets all over her belt.

Personality

Cil Turngear, very helpful she is, a little angel if it was not for one of her characteristics, Cil tended to sometimes be quick to demand, become bossy if things needed to be done. Her past is thanks to this personality flaw. past mistakes she wish not to have repeated chilled her heart when things just had to be done, But other then this, when no task lay before her, then there would only be few to rival her kindness, even to the point of self sacrifice she aided others around her.

History

Only a few years ago it has been. A few years ago in TinkerTown many gnomes had gathered, all dressed in overalls, white ones, blue ones and even a few in purple overalls. Cil. she was dressed in a Blue one, standing by a panel of the main flux capacitor generator with one of the white dressed gnomes by her side, a mentor of sorts.

On this day in the past all the new generation of gnomes where to show what they could do, prove their worth in engineering, Cil has looked forward to this day and studied many things just to do well on this single day.

So here we are, you the reader and me the writer looking over the shoulder of Cil who's working quite hard to please her overseer.

"Cil, don't forget to keep your eyes on the Cryo-cooler-type-4" she was told by the one at her side,

But Cil had something else on mind, her thoughts to much focused on the regulation-compressor of the main generator for every 4.2 seconds she noticed a small irregularity in the main flow stream of the flux capacitor, No one else seemed to have noticed this except her, she didn't tell it to her overseer, she wanted to prove her worth, fixing it without help. So for this she completely missed the things she was told, to far into thought on the task at had, her spanner in hand she opened the panel up, pipes, wires and fuses all of great quality, even the pipes where made out of thorium, a material she even rarely gotten to see. But past most of the smaller pipes and bundles of wiring there it was, a fuse, with very small micro cracks covering all of it's surface.

To much tension it has seen in it's time, long overdue on replacement.

To far down it was to reach, unable to get there by leaning over the opened panel.

So by pushing herself off the ground she threw herself in, laying herself on the thorium pipes with her hand sliding between them so she could reach.

"Cil What are you Doing! Get out of there now! You will wreck the whole place! Get out of there Cil!" was all she heard before something at her feet sounded like bending metal, cracking... bursting outward, away from her. it was the Cryo-cooler type 4, under too much pressure it had burst apart, in luck, away from Cil. but the liquid of instant frost leaked down, coming in contact with the fuse Cil was determent to repair before, instantly at contact the fuse shattered, the flux capacitor started to overload, no longer being cooled, the control panel was opened with Cil inside and the means to stop it just shattered, everyone was in panic, many fled TinkerTown. That's when it happened, the explosion sounded, echoing throughout the whole of Ironforge, TinkerTown was filled with black smoke and Cil.

Cil was okay, the place she was in was dented, cracked, nearly destroyed in the explosion but for Cil, it has served for a shell that protected her while she was inside, crawling out, the smoke started to lift, she peered around, no one she saw and for that she decided to search for them, for moments long she thought she was the only servivor, the emotions building up until she left the town and there they where, in a large group, standing agape as Cil came into view.

Many of the white overall dressed gnomes ran toward Cil to aid her black stained covered body and the once blue overall she had on... nearly destroyed, one would have thought it was black to begin with.

This is how Cil deserved her nickname "Fail"

She was blamed for all of it. all the destruction. In truth she done nothing wrong but a scapegoat was needed and Cil was the unlucky one. Many that day in spite of the "accident" passed the test and where no engineers, Gnomish Engineers. But not Cil, she was forced to start at level one, the beginning, on her first day back on her studies, she was surrounded by ones that where five times younger then her. Slowly she raised in standing again, never again an accident by her hand.

Bossy characteristics she developed to keep things from ever going wrong again.

Now at present days a new examination is coming up, one that Cil is to joined. she is the oldest that joins the tests this year, five year ahead of number two. many call her Fail and when starting to get annoyed at them, they just shrug, claiming they said Cil.