Tarkis

Information

Player: Thayan

Character Full Name: Tarkis Gearflink

Character In-Game Name: Tarkis

Nickname(s): None yet.

Association(s): Members of the Alliance

Race: Gnome

Class: Warlock. (Note: See "Other" below.)

Age: 44

Sex: Male

Hair: Green

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 50 lbs

Height: 3' 2"

Appearance

Usually found wearing cloth clothing, in the form of leggings and shirt. Sometimes he will wear a vest. More often than not the clothing will be smeared with oil and other substances he encountered recently while engineering.

Other: He is an engineer. Warlock is for merely OOC purposes. He does not have any warlock abilities ICly.

Personality

Tarkis is a rather serious gnome who, quite honestly, prefers the company of a workshop full of machines to that offered by people. He usually maintains at least a semblance of civility toward those he encounters, particularly those who can aid in his projects in some way, but has been known to have a scathing tongue at times.

He is not very trusting, but neither is he extremely suspicious. Rather, he simply has reached a point where he finds it a waste of time to judge someone before their actions. If anyone turned out to be untrustworthy, then he would deal with the issue when it arose. He is very quick to anger, though it generally fades as quickly as it was stoked to life.

History

Tarkis was raised in a secluded home that was a small ways departed from Dun Morogh. His father was an engineer who focused more on rifles along with items that supported them, such as scopes. From an early age, Tarkis took an immediate interest in engineering and his father was more than happy to teach him what he knew. While enjoyable, Tarkis grew bored in the repetitive motions of making the same devices many times over. More guns were always being needed and the profits were respectable... but money held little value to him.

He wanted to expand his knowledge beyond that of his father's very narrow realm, and so at the age of thirty he took it upon himself to move into the great dwarven City of Ironforge. Initially, he had trouble finding work at all. One more gnome who was not particularly skilled at anything besides creating rifles was largely overlooked.

Not one to be easily swayed from his chosen course, he remained in Ironforge for a year and lived off his savings. By the end of that single year, his funds had dropped to nearly nothing. However, he had developed a broader general skill set, if only in theory and knowledge rather than practice. He found a place with a maker of fireworks, and spent the next three years both replenishing his stores of coin and learning the more subtle methods of mixing and forming explosions. And yet, this alone was also not enough to hold the gnome's rather elusive attention.

Once more he gave up his position, and over the next ten years, until he reached the age of fourty-four, he passed through a series of jobs that each expanded his growing knowledge of the mechanical. The urge to find something new was welling up inside him, stronger than it ever had before. Perhaps it was not time for a change of work. He longed for adventure, for exploration, to learn techniques of others besides those of gnomes and dwarves and visitors to Ironforge.

It was time for an adventure.