Minormi
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Information
Profile Creator: Delta
Name: Minormi / Min
Flight: Bronze
Gender: Female
Preferred Disguise
Gnome, bronze eyes.
Long Term Goals
- Upholding the Balance of Time
- Protecting the Timeways
- Neutralisation of the Infinite Dragonflight
Short Term Goals
- Defense Against the Silithid Threat
- Investigation of the Infinite Dragonflight
- Observation of Gnomish Advances and Progress
Personality
Min is a staunch custodian of time, but sympathetic towards those ravaged by the whimsical ebb and flow of fate. She has an uncommon interest in the plights of the mortal races, and endeavours to ensure that they follow the intended course of the current world line, whilst satisfying her own curiosity about their development and progress.
Despite her interest in mortals, precious little would see her interfere in a hostile situation - monitoring the lesser races is merely a hobby to her, their lives passing by in the blink of an eye, to a dragon. Suffice it to say, she would only act if the balance of time was threatened, and the risk of damaging the delicate threads of destiny is enough to quell any fickle notions of meddling.
History
"If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?"
The question caught her off-guard. She frowned. Her thoughtful look passed quickly, but it was there long enough to have been mistaken as one of contemplation.
"It's a tough one, isn't it?" He laughed triumphantly, raising a feathery, white eyebrow.
"Take a break," she teased the old gnome across from her. "You've been fiddling with that contraption for too long."
An indignant 'hmph' followed. She suspected she had nipped that sensitive nerve of his.
"'That contraption', I'll have you know, is what people are going to remember me for," he mumbled. As she nodded apologetically and bowed her head, he startled her into looking up from her own work with his next energetic outburst.
"Just think! You'd have the power to change the world for the better--" Gesticulations and accompanying words were cut short by Minormi's meek reminder:
"And the worse. The threads of fate should be woven by the powers that be, if you ask me." She chuckled bitterly, and shook her head. The artisan billowed a sigh and tweaked a gear. The timepiece he was working on made a small 'click'.
"That's no way to think. You can't sit back and hope the pieces will fall into place. Sometimes you've... just to get in there... and fiddle about with your own two... Hah! I've done it!"
Hatched aeons ago, in an age of recovery and hiding following the black-winged Aspect's betrayal, Minormi was an insatiably curious fledgling. Childhood fled quickly, but she never stopped asking questions. Taught the cunning ways of the Bronze dragons and guided by Nozdormu’s provident wisdom, she was able to beguile and evade those of the Black Dragonflight who hunted her kin, sequestering herself away in the colder climes of the Eastern Kingdoms. There, she discovered a very peculiar and fascinating race of people who seemed to share her own tendencies. It was with them that she remained for a long time, making only clandestine contact with her scattered flight, until she was summoned to assist them in the War of the Shifting Sands.
The audacity of the insectoid race that dared to assault the Caverns of Time appalled her, and her contempt for them was firmly ingrained when Grakkarond fell to their sheer numbers. Having been injured in the hostilities, Minormi opted to remain in Tanaris both to recover and to watch over the sacred Caverns. She and her brethren eventually re-emerged, however. The power of the Dragon Soul was rightfully returned to their flight.
She was encouraged to return to the diminutive race she once watched over. Minormi had recognised them before as being a knowledgeable, ambitious people, and she was more than happy to return to their numbers. She shared in their successes, which were numerous and grand. Sometimes, she immersed herself in their world to such an extent that she almost forgot who and what she was, and why she was there. A rude reminder came during the fall of Gnomeregan, and she shared in their sorrow in the aftermath. Though she had been assured that what was, had to be, even knowledge of the impending disaster didn't soften the blow any. That burden was her duty and her curse, and one all of her kin shared, and she seldom let it slip from her mind after that.
Minormi resides primarily in Ironforge, where her identity remains a secret. She occasionally returns to Tanaris on business, and has ventured as far as Northrend, but the mountain city has become her home away from home.
