Wendell

Information

Character Full Name: Wendell von Inkenwell

Character In-Game Name: Wendell

Nickname(s): None in particular.

Association(s): Steamwheedle Cartel

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Lush and black around the ears and neck, as well as a somewhat well-trimmed goatee.

Eyes: Dark Brown

Weight: 68 Kilograms

Height: 176 centimetres

Appearance

An old tuxedo-suit, so worn-out that it's a wonder you can't see straight trough it. Marks of dirt and sand must either have been a part of the original design, or rubbed on with considerable energy.

Other: Wendell went bald at an early age without any, to him, reasonable explanation. He's also rather skinny and not very muscular.

Personality

Wendell's early life was one in the shadow of his older brother, Richard. Where Richard got an education of sorts, despite a poor family and whatnot, Wendell had to make do with whatever his brother decided to share with him during the evenings. Where Richard was a natural conversationalist, Wendell had to force himself contact with others until he, too, could boast similar if somewhat inferior skills.

Life in his brother's shadow has lead Wendell to assume a somewhat similar personality - He's inquisitive, curious and fond of words. He's also by nature distrustful of authorities: After all, a Noble or Bankier has everything to gain by covering up whatever injustice lead to their current success. The Average Joe, however, does not have such hidden motives, and can as such usually be trusted. However, he's also a bit more gruff and spiteful: After all, life gave his brother all the privileges, not him.

Wendell also has a liking for the material signs of success - Most of all, this would be gold. Whereas others sometime write merely for the joy of writing, Wendell often elects to measure the joy of writing after the size of his paycheck.

History

Wendell was born into a life of Poverty and leftover-meals in the poor Quarters of Stormwind. His chance to raise above his roots came when the nobleman that owned the street, in a display of unusual generosity, offered the children of the street a rather basic education. His chance to raise above his roots was lost shortly after, while scavenging the gutters near the Wizard's Sanctum, and discovering an unusually expensive-looking pendant. This feat landed him in bed with severe magical injuries from the warding enchantments on the pendant. Once the former owner of the Pendant, a Wizard from the nearby Sanctum, rediscovered his lost property, Wendell's father also wound up in jail for several months on accusation of theft. The result was an interrupted education.

Wendell did, however, get most of the teachings relayed at nighttime by his luckier brother, Richard - As a result, they both got lowly jobs in the Guild of Scribes at the age of sixteen, and could look forward to lowly, humble careers, yet with a pay their parents could only have dreamed of.

Richard eventually got involved with the Gnomish Immigrants, and threw his career away in order to pursue a career as journalist, utilizing an invention of said immigrants - The Printing Press. The project eventually shut down due to lacking funds, leaving Richard a broken, and eventually married, man. Wendell learned from the experience: Most of all that gold should take priority over things like "Truth" and "Freedom of Press", if you want to be successful.

Wendell kept on working for several years, doing ordinary writing-work for merchants that couldn't write, as well as for the numerous merchants that were too rich to bother even though they could. Writing letters home for the numerous uneducated immigrants also proved to be a reliable side-source of income.

Eventually this line of work lead to accompanying the odd merchant on business-trips around the continent. One of these trips, the last one, ended up in Booty Bay - At this point, his current employer got drunk, gambled for more money than he could possibly afford, and was shipped overseas to an uncertain future. Wendell himself, now trapped penniless in the southern jungle, discovered that Goblins were no better educated than the average dwarf or human. For this reason, work as a Scribe was possible to procure here as well - And so, he went on with his old business. To this day, Wendell is still drifting between the major ports belonging to the Cartel, pursuing his profession.