Ranzel

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Neutral Ranzel Wrenchrocket
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Player Muhaha8
Title <Subject #626>
Gender Male
Race Mechagnome
Class Lorekeeper
Age Unknown
Height 3' 2"
Weight 80 lbs
Eyes Blue electric lighting
Hair Bald
Affilliation(s) Gnomus Mechanicus, Ironforge, the Alliance, The Argent Crusade
Occupation Lorekeeper of the Titans, Knowledge-Gatherer
Companion(s) Bertrem
Alignment Neutral Good
Status Alive


Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Uh, metal plating.

Personality

Ranzel is, as are all machines capable of thought, is irrationally logical. He is capable of looking at a situation, divorcing himself from it, sorting out all the variables, and calculating an end result. There is one wrench in the gears, so to speak, though: emotion. Ranzel is incapable of full comprehension of what things like joy and bravery are, and as such cannot combine such ambiguous thoughts into his models. This causes his predictions to often be wrong whenever emotion is involved. He has long struggled to comprehend these things, and has yet to.

Skills/Abilities

As with most Mechagnomes, Ranzel can interact with the ancient databases of the Titans, capable of siphoning information from afar about many things. He often chooses to not use this, however, as he considers public use against his personal record. Outside of this, Ranzel has little other abilities, besides his mechanical strength and scarily keen eye when it comes to engineering.

History

Untold millenia ago, the Titans ordered Azeroth. They sealed off the Old Gods deep beneath the surface and created a world within the world to house the violent Elemental Warlords. They created the Well of Eternity as a power source to bind the great Old Gods within their prisons forever, and built amazing cities. It was during the golden age of the Titan occupation that Ranzel was created. The Titans began experimenting with the creation of races, perfect in their metallic image. The Mechagnomes and the Earthen were, after many, many years, considered their prime creations. The Titans looked down upon the naturally fleshy inhabitants of Azeroth, the predecessors to both modern Trolls and Kaldorei as well as the proud Tauren with disdain, and infused their creations with this same feeling.

Ranzel was created in the far north of the old Kalimdor, in what is now Northrend. He worked and toiled for untold years, building up massive cities like Ulduar and the like, toiling with the masses of his brothers and sisters. He lived a peaceable existence under the watchful eye of the Titanic Watchers, and was eventually put to work chronicling the knowledge of the ages into enormous Titan databases. His race's peaceful existence was never to last, however, as the Old Gods began extending their tendrils of influence across the world yet again. This began to happen around the time of the Sundering, when masses of the continent slid into the ocean, forcing up new mountains everywhere and exposing the horrors Ranzel's masters fought to subdue. The Curse of Flesh took its hold on Azeroth, destroying the pure, metallic flesh of all it impacted. Ranzel saw legions of his brothers and sisters flee, due to their now-fleshy bodies. They burrowed into the hills in Southern Eastern Kingdoms, about the same time as the Earthen, fleshy as they may be, came out of Uldaman and Uldum. Ranzel was one of the lucky ones, who escaped the curse of mortality and flesh.

The Mechagnomes began rebuilding, just as they had before, although a tendril of wicked thought crept into the minds of the builders of Ulduar. The influence of Yogg-Saron fell over the once-great guardian city, and with it a black cloud. Ranzel and a minute band of Mechagnomes fled the corrupting influence and went far south, where they fell into a deep hibernative state, which they remained in for untold years to come. It took many thousands of years, but finally, the Lich King, and with him Arthas, rose in Northrend and slaughtered most of the native inhabitants. With the rise of Arthas came the inevitable response from the Alliance, and within a decade, the war began.

The infant, at least in Ranzel's eyes, Horde and Alliance battled valiantly across Northrend. A band of Gnomes, the fleshy descendents of Ranzel, stumbled across the Mechagnome's person. Led by Bertrem, an odd Gnome who wished to convert himself back into the very thing he just found, the group circled around four inert Mechagnomes, Ranzel included. They tried their hardest to wake three of them, but to no avail; they had malfunctioned over the years and were permanently disabled. Bertrem himself rapped Ranzel on the head, and his blue "eyes" flashed on. After a split second, the awakened Mechagnome began babbling and spinning in circles. Some moments later, he stopped and crashed on his face, his eyes going dim. A faint humming sound emitted, and a voice announced his processors rebooting. Finally, Ranzel stood, examining his surroundings with a semblance of knowledge as to where, and more importantly when, he was.

The group, new spectacle in tow, headed out and caught the fastest ride back to the Eastern Kingdoms and Ironforge. Strangely, Ranzel did not feel the compulsion to serve that he once had, but on the ride to his new home, he discovered he still had access to the Titan databases. He searched and found new information, and filled himself in on the happenings of the past several millenia. He felt himself come to an understanding as the ship the group was on weighed anchor in Stormwind Harbor. He understood. Within a few hours the group was north in Ironforge, and Ranzel was presented to an odd amalgamation of Gnomes who called their group Gnomus Mechanicus, although Ranzel lacked the knowledge of what this word meant, so he filed it away for later defining. Ranzel was asked to work with the Mechanicus to help them achieve their ultimate goal: restoration of the Gnomish people to their metallic origins. As giddy over this as his programmed emotional output would allow him to be, Ranzel readily agreed, the goal of reuniting the two races as one again becoming highly appealing to him. To this day, he remains with Gnomus Mechanicus, working on a cure for the Curse of Flesh.

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