Richard von Inkenwell

Information

Player: Hogral

Character Full Name: Richard von Inkenwell

Character In-Game Name: Richard

Nickname(s): "Shove oarf!", "Mind yer own business!"

Association(s): The Guild of Scribes and Engravers, The Azerothian Voice

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: Black around the ears and neck, nothing on the rest of the head.

Eyes: Light brown.

Weight: 78 Kilograms

Height: 180 Centimetres

Other: Richard's a rather skinny type, probhably due to the kind of diet usually pursued by the lower classes of Stormwind. He's gone partially bald in early age, for reasons he cannot identify, although that might just be a mix between stress, constantly overworking and unfortunate genes.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Richard is, at almost all occasions, wearing a rather shabby tuxedo suit. It's obvious that it's been washed rather often, over a long period of time, and still is - While always clean, it's also rather worn out, and the black colour has paled alot, fleeting over in some mix between black, grey and white threads.

Personality

For all of his life, Richard has taken delight in sniffing out rumours, interesting tidbits of information, and generally being darn inquisitive. He still is. Never one to avoid a conversation, Richard's both fond of talking, as well as being a good listener. Since early age, Richard has written things down, and has always been fascinated with words - Indeed, he still notes down everything of interest, be it something seen, something heard, or something a random feller at the bar claims that he's heard from somebody that's seen it.

Richard von Inkenwell's by nature distrustful of authorities, while at the same time being utterly gullible; He'd gladly believe nearly anything told to him by a stranger, but would have a very hard time believing that any act or decree from the Nobility/Guard/Military/King isn't just a cover up for some hidden agenda, sinister plot or the result of one or several briberies.

Apart from this, he's more or less a likeable fellow, that'd probhably be generous soul if he had any money to be generous with.

History

Born in the gutter by a poor couple in Stormwind, Richard grew up in a family where fish-leftovers and dry bread were both viable dinner choices, with a mother that always made sure the floor was always clean enough to eat it from, to be ready for those periods where the family had to do economical sacrifices like handing all the cutlery and plates over to the pawnbroker. Richard grew up to be a rather healthy lad in this enviroment, as even rats and other disease-bearing creatures have standards when choosing their workspace, and got some basic education in writing and history when the nobleman owning the street, with uncharacteristic generosity, financed basic education for the children in the street, comprising of short lessons every Sunday for a couple of years time.

After that, his education was left up to himself, so he learned the more advanced words trough sneaking into posh libraries and fancy resturants to read off their menu's, making up the grammar rules as he went along.

Eventually, he got a job as apprentice in the Guild of Scribes and Engravers, and did as such more or less secure a rather modest income. In return, it was an income likely to keep him busy for as long as he wanted to, something it did.

As time passed, Richard's parents passed off due to what passed as old age in that kind of street, but by now Richard had already attained the income required to rent a place in a higher class of slum, and did just that. With the coming of the Printing Press, he slowly abandoned his profession of writing letters, copies and meeting transcript for the semi-wealthy merchants of Stormwind, and tried to figure out a way to take advantage of this fabulous new technology. After finally sneaking a foot into a few more or less influential gnomish doors, perhaps his efforts will pay off?