Squiggetcork

Information

Player: Xex

Character Full Name: Gelld Squiggetcork

Character In-Game Name: Squiggetcork

Nickname(s): Green

Association: Gnomeregan, Stormwind, Ironforge, The Alliance

Race: Gnome

Class: Rogue

Age: 38 years

Sex: Male

Hair: Long black, shaggy

Eyes: Pale green-blue

Weight: 37 lbs

Height: 2'11"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Any style of clothing, and wears armor occasionally.

Other: He has a long black goatee.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Green loves to be the center of attention, always hoping for a bigger crowd, and a tougher audience. He's generally happy all the time, and hates being alone, if he's by himself too long he'll start imagining things, and make some new friends. He carries around a sense of accomplish which probably hasn't been earned in any way thinkable, just conjured in his mind. His mind is extremely active, the same with his body, always wanting some action. The only time when he'll actually behave, or be serious is when he's busy notching up his brand new pink goggles.

History

When Green was young he lived in Ironforge, and grew up among Dwarven children, not his fellow Gnomes. He was flying over Dun Morogh in the back of his grandfather's flying machine near Gnomeregan when he was a small child, they heard screams and shouts as his grandfather descended lower, looking through his vision-heightening goggles for flying. He was shocked and Gelld kept asking him what it was, but he never responded. Once they landed he saw a flood of gnomes just like himself, and jumped out asking what was wrong, and then noticed all the troggs rampaging about, attacking, slaughtering the innocent Gnomeregan civilians right in front of him. He was shocked. At least some of them were escaping, and some others trying to fend them off, hopeless. He slowly walked back to the empty flying machine, wondering where his grandfather was off to until he saw him fall among the others, and he jumped in the flying machine, beckoned for some nearby Gnomes to get in as well, and tried doing what his grandpa did, fly it. After a while he of flying far above Gnomeregan a huge sound erupted, and he looked downwards, all was silent after. Due to him being so shocked after the sudden sound he lost control of the flying machine, and it went plummeting down, landing in between Ironforge and Gnomeregan, and got out of it. The three others, clinging on to dear life were still there, who also got off with him. After he looked around he realized that some survivors from Gnomeregan were already this far to Ironforge, and he joined the small group, walking sadly with them. His parents were as decent, technological and average as a Gnome can be. He inherited an oil rig from his parents once he was around thirty years of age, and slowly drained all of the oil left in it, and stored it up for no apparent reason. Recently he moved to Stormwind, probably because he was sick of angry dwarves. Before he came to Stormwind he used to climb mountains for a hobby, and diving in the Loch Modan. He now resides within Stormwind, spicing up dull taverns and providing security something to do. His dream is to fly again. Without crashing.