Drakus

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Player: Drak

Character Full Name: Drakus Ashfollow

Character In-Game Name: Drakus

Nickname(s): Drak.

Association(s): -

Race: Human

Class: Tinker

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, although there are signs of gray hair and soon enough his head’ll be gray. Usually seems messy, like he doesn’t bother to comb it just brush it out of his face with his hands.

Eyes: Sapphire.

Weight: 85kg

Height: 6'

Appearance

Drakus is a man that doesn’t always wear the same clothes too often, unless it’s his ‘pub clothes’. His ‘armour’ so to say may vary from colour and style, yet each are very similiar if you look closely. His ‘pub clothing’, mostly being when he knows he’s just in a town for a while to relax and enjoy himself is usually neat clothes, like a jacket and pants, with a hat tipped low to hide his eyes. Sometimes even he wears as black mask, though whenever the time comes for him to play a game, be it for fun or just gamble, he’ll remove his mask and raise his hat a bit as to show he isn’t cheating.

As for his “armour” well he doesn’t really go around dressed heavily like a warrior or something, considering he prefers speed he’ll be dressed in leather and cloth. From head to toe he is covered up, though sometimes he won’t wear a mask but that’s rare. A large, and I mean large, cloak covers him up nicely, if he simply walks or stands still it’s impossible to tell what’s behind the cloak and with it a hood is stitched that can seem to cover the top half of his face when he bows his head. He wears specially made goggles, made by himself, and a nice thin cloth.. And sometimes a metal, mask to cover his face.

Other: A shield, sometimes two, are strapped on his back and during the times his cloak parts (when he’s moving fast, or he parts them himself) explosives and special gadgets can be seen covering his person. But mostly explosives, he loves his bombs. When he’s in his ‘pub clothing’ he usually has two bombs strapped to his belt and a stick of dynomite hidden somewhere on him. On his ‘adventure’ gear he has at least six explosives strapped to him.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good. Drakus will do what ever he believes is right, even when he may seem like a traitor to most for helping a race of the Horde. In his eyes he is neautral.. To some, believing Neautrality is earned and so will only treat other, non-Alliance races, properly if they’ve earned his respect.

Although seemingly rather easy going man, it’d be a lie to say it’s impossible to make Drakus mad. If anyone knows the topics, knows which buttons to push, he can lose his focus and get angry faster than you can say “Jelly”, which he’ll handle either by fighting the person/people (usually with words, rarely his fists) or just storm out and go somewhere to sulk. Otherwise he seems unable to change from his playful, happy-clappy mood. Whenever he sees an opportunity he will crack a joke, no matter how unfunny it might be, as long as he thinks it’s funny and if it annoys others then even better.

But for every situation he has his own personality, to some look like he’s a different person. In normal, casual times such as at inns or just camping he’s a positive, funny (or he thinks so), witty friend that’ll happily let a ghoul rip off his arm and eat it in order to protect someone he loves , but when he’s on the offence he can either be described as a maniac or a cold person. To hear the loud thundering noise, to feel the adrenaline and to see the beauty of a fine explosion can make Drakus hyper.

Giggling, laughing, cackling sometimes and eager to break more things with his bombs but when he has to fight in close combat with his gadgets he’ll either constantly taunt his opponent/s or make lame jokes to distract them.. But if he’s annoyed/mad he’ll go deadly silent, sending ice cold glares (usually through his goggles) at his opponent and try to inflict as much pain humanly possible.

History

Born and raised on a farm in Westfall, as an only child Drakus was as spoiled as an average-farm boy could be but had as much responsibilities as an adult. Life as a boy wasn’t about going to a school, doing homework then play, no he had a rough (but fun) life doing chores and learning what he could when he could and only having the weekends as play-time. Since he was seven he felt like a mini-adult, as he had to be home-alone while his parents went to the town or Stormwind to sell wares for a few days, discipline and responsibility since he was a lad always helped him through the years to come.

Quite often Drakus would feel like a weakling, usually when family was visiting from town. Though his cousins were sometimes the spoiled types, others were actually well mannered, most of them seemed big compared to Drakus. Some chubby, some looked like they would have larges chests and arms, where as Drakus was small and skinny. “Build for speed, not for strength.” his parents would always say, which he would find out to be quite right later in the years.

As Drakus grew older his siblings would become apprentices for Blacksmiths, tailors, farmers themselves and most of them; soldiers. But not Drakus, as he grew so did his curiosity. About nearly everything. He would stare endlessly at windmills, trying to figure out how those pieces of wood moved without somebody moving them manually. He’d gaze at traveling merchants’ carts, or wagons, when he saw them, the idea of making things move so.. Perfectly would leave him wide awake during the nights.

It became far too obvious in his mid-teens about how his mind raced trying to figure little puzzles out, so his parents had him visit and stay with family in Ironforge for a while until he could tell them what he wanted to do with his life. He got along great with his uncle who was a brilliant man, smarter than most would think a leather worker to be, but his cousins were spoiled rotten. They didn’t like how Drakus would hold conversations with his uncle, and sometimes his friends, for hours, but he learned to tolerate their attitude and in time how to ignore them completely.

Only four months passed since Drakus moved in with family in Ironforge when a Gnomish friend of his Uncle had a birthday. The Gnome, a Tinker, turned 78 and it felt like at least half of Ironforge was holding a party for the Gnome. There were more Gnomes around than Drakus had ever seen, but Dwarves obviously there were plenty. The celebration went on for hours, drinks were raised, music was danced to and stories were shared. In the corner of the Gnome’s large home, away from the crowd Drakus could hear his Uncle brag to the birthday Gnome and three Dwarves about Drakus’ curious little mind.

As the guests were saying their farewells late that night the Gnome and two Dwarves, one bald with a pitch black beard and the other one short brown hair with a short beard, spoke to Drakus on one side about his curiosity.

“So, ye’re fascinated aboot how things work?” The bald dwarf said “Their purpose? How they function?” Just as Drakus opened his mouth to answer, though everyone knew what he was going to say, the Gnome interrupted and spoke. “Engineering.” The Gnome nodded, stroking his small pink beard “Is a creative discipline, skill, and profession of acquiring and applying scientific and practical knowledge in order to design and create machines, buildings, structures for a specific function.”

The Gnome looked up, raising a wooden wrench Drakus’ uncle gave him as a gift and wagged it in the air “If you think Windmills are amazing, just you wait and see what we can do if we really try! Have your uncle bring you to our workshop and we’ll see if you can be a Tinker or not!” The Dwarves smiled and patted Drakus’ shoulders before leaving with the Gnome.


The next afternoon Drakus and his Uncle went outside to Dun Morogh, heading to the Gnome’s workshop near Khadmas and was given the grand tour by the bald dwarf. For an entire half hour Drakus’ jaw was hung open as he saw, and heard, what they could make. Alarm-o-bots, Steamsuits, special goggles and even mechanical creatures and much more. After speaking to the three Tinkers, or rather listening to them, for a good ten minutes Drakus decided he’d learn from them and they gladly took him in as their apprentice. That night he wrote to his parents in Westfall about how he was going to make them a lot of great things to help them around the house and farm.

For five whole years Drakus would read books and scrolls in the night and during the day move tools around for the tinkers, being explained how things work and showed with the explanation. Now and then when he was lucky the Dwarf with the short beard would feel a little lazy and explain to Drakus what he had to do and have him finish a junk of a project while he took a break, or started working on something else.

Drakus received a letter one morning but was too busy at first to read it, only during lunch could he read it. He was shocked at the news and fell off of his stool, accidentally pushing an Alarm-O-Bot off the table and smashing into the floor. “What what what!?” The gnome shouted as he ran over “Careful! That’s a delicate..--” when the Gnome saw Drakus’ expression his tone softened and he grumbled “What’s got you spooked?”

The Gnome went to take the letter and begin reading as the Dwarves came in, “What’s wrong?” the bald Dwarf asked “Heard somethin’ crashin’.” “Clumsy Drak--” before the other could finish the Gnome quickly looked up “Shut it.” he snapped and walked over to the Dwarves, handing them the letter and then tried to help Drakus up as best a Gnome could “There there lad.” he said softly with a grunt “One of you help?”

The bald dwarf nodded after reading the letter, helping the Gnome help Drakus up “We’ll tag along for the funeral, if that’s alright with you?”

Drakus was Twenty One when he got wind that the Defias not only moved into Westfall, but his father was one of their victims. Thanks to him Drakus’ mother could get to safety at least but at the cost of his own life.


At the funeral Drakus got a good look around, everyone was either trying to look strong and not burst into tears or could clearly see they were sobbing. Every adult seemed like they had something in life to worry about, taking time off to mourn the loss of a life. Soldiers, worrying about protecting their loved ones, farmers thinking about the harvest so on and so forth but not Drakus. He shook his head slowly, he didn’t want to be all grown up, he wanted to be a little boy again sitting on his father’s lap at the fireplace as he smoked his pipe and would tell stories, be they true or made up, about adventure and danger.

IT wasn’t fair. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. When everyone had left Drakus continued to stare at his father’s grave, his legs gave in and he fell to his knees unable to stop the tears from coming out any longer.

Drakus moved back in with his mother for a while, for a while he seemed quite mopy and by the time he realized how he looked he worked on trying to hide it. It took him about a year but sure enough he was able to keep a poker face for a while. He moved back to Ironforge, except only not with the Gnome and Dwarves or his uncle. He got his own place and started his own life as a Tinker, working with his mentors now as equals. While the Dwarves specialized in guns, the gnome in mechanical animals Drakus on the other hand felt at home with making explosives.

He learned how to give them a better impact, how to learn their timing and prevent premature detonation. Often he was send to other towns for small jobs and if he finished them fast enough he’d spend his time in the local taverns, playing games with the people that wanted to and gambled from time to time. After he had to help in the Third War, most of the time at Westfall and later round and about, Drakus spend less time at the workshop and more time in towns and as a traveling Tinker.

Skills and Abilities

Explosives is where Drakus truely excels at. He can create bombs a level higher than the average Tinker, so that they won’t premature detonate and do more damage when exploding. Some explosives he can make bounce once or twice so that they can get further than normal before they’d explode. Helpful both in the explosive lifestyle but other things as well, Drakus can shut out any noises that he deems bothersome for a while, keeping his focus on a task at hand (however sometimes he gets easily confused if there’s more than one noise occuring at the same time)