Twiggy

Information

Character Full Name: Twiggy Moira Triggerneedle

Character In-Game Name: Twiggy

Nickname(s): Twig, Doc'

Association(s): Ironforge, Gnomeregan Exiles

Race: Gnome

Class: Mage (and by mage I mean doctor. Hurr.)

Age: 89

Sex: Female

Hair: Yes. Lots of it. So she usually puts it up in pigtails or some other hairstyle that keeps it out of her way.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 36 lbs.

Height: 2'10"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Twigs usually wears her white button-up shirt and a pair of gloves. No matter the occasion, she also always sports her goggles. And by goggles I mean that monstrosity of lenses and magnifiers that seem to have a mind of their own. When she performs surgery, she always wears a long white overcoat.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality

Twiggy Triggerneedle is quite a reserved and shy individual outside of her practice. She seems to be awkward at small conversation, and quite timid when meeting new people further than the stethoscope. As a result, her bedside manner has been known to suffer a bit until she warms up to someone.

Though she is quite skilled in all things medical, fancying herself a general practitioner, she still has an insufferable fear about delivering babies. The idea of it makes her feel more awkward than she would trying to stuff someone's intestines back into stomach cavity.

History

Twiggy's life was a smear of bandages and antiseptic, of blood and metal. Waiting and making haste. Her family was a strict unit consisting of mother, father and two brothers. Her parents were always pushing both she and her siblings to strive for excellence. While her brothers worked tirelessly on their studies of machinery, Twiggy found herself scuttling through the hallowed learning halls of the Gnomish city, medical books clutched under arms and rucksack of gadgets slung over her little shoulders. Strange though it was, she'd always had a harder time learning from the text that was given to the medical students. Her skills shone more when there was hands-on work to be done. Her parents discarded the fact that she wasn't a bookworm, taking into consideration the fact that she'd assemble and disassemble things in her spare time, learning things from a kinesthetic-tactual approach; seeing how things worked through feel, their actions and reactions.

A few years before her fortieth birthday, the young lady constructed her first successful invention. A syringe gun, to put it bluntly, that was quick and relatively painless (not to mention sterile.) It was an invention that she affectionately dubbed the "Triggerneedle."

Gnomeregan was as busy as ever during the winter of the year that she'd graduated. License in hand, Twiggy and a pair of her former classmates opened a small office along one of the winding city streets. The place became both a Heaven and a Hell to the countless patients that came and went. It was a job that the three doctors found to be more than they bargained for at times, as well. Being a doctor can be a stressful job. Little did they know that it was the calm before the storm.

When the day of the city's fall came, Twiggy and her friends were some of the last to evacuate. They had stayed behind for as long as they could, aiding those who were wounded, leaving those who were dead. When the time finally arrived for her to leave, she ventured with the other exiles to Ironforge, aiding who she could along the way. Her persistence in staying in the city so long however, had bothered her lungs, and she now lives with the resulting asthma.

Since that horrifying day a decade ago, Twiggy has found a small nook in Ironforge, making a living as a general practitioner, running a small, second-floor doctor's office. She has small ties with the Gnomish forces working to retake Gnomeregan, and has signed herself up as a paramedic, should her services be needed. At the moment, things are quiet, but she's certain it's another case of the calm before the storm.