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But when the time comes he will stand ready to face whatever crisis awaits the world. Using his new found strength as a source of good.
But when the time comes he will stand ready to face whatever crisis awaits the world. Using his new found strength as a source of good.
[[Category:Character]] [[Category:Gnome]] [[Rune Master]] [[Category:Warrior]]
[[Category:Character]] [[Category:Gnome]] [[Category:Rune Master]] [[Category:Warrior]]

Revision as of 11:20, 9 August 2010


Player: Krent

Character Full Name: Rofupi Sprogglegyro

Character In-Game Name: Rofupi

Association(s): Gnomeregan, Stormwind (criminal), Steamwheedle Arena Circuit

Race: Gnome

Class: Rune Master (Noob level)

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald. Rofupi shaved off his mohawk as a way of letting go of his former life.

Eyes: Purple.

Height: 3'2",


Usually very simple robes with a hood over his face. Rofupi's wardrobe is tailored around to what's most convenient, not stylish.


Life has taught Rofupi that he needs to think before he acts. The results of six years of intense martial arts training has transformed Rofupi's previous volatile personality into a more disciplined one. Having suffered too much tragedy from his previous violent nature, Rofupi now seeks to be a gnome of peace instead of conflict. He has learned to swallow his pride and be slightly more humble in his mannerisms, learning to treat others with respect instead of calling them dumb mudda assholes.

The traces of his old personality still linger within him. If pushed and provoked to a certain degree, Rofupi will become a little ball of rage-fueled violence. Getting to such a point will be significantly more difficult than it was before. Along with his lingering traces of rage hold the racial prejudices instilled within. Rofupi still does not trust humans, elves, or any non-Ironforge race, but he no longer seeks to pick fights with them. He chooses to avoid them instead.

A new dimension to the gnome's persona is his contempt for mages, warlocks, arcanists, and anyone else who 'abuses magic'. Though not an expert in the field, Rofupi has learned enough of the arcane to know that those who utilize it in the way that Mages do, do great damage to both the planet and themselves. At the very best Rofupi will not trust or want to associate with any individual who follows this path. At the very worst, Rofupi will try to destroy them before they become a threat to others.


Once upon a time, after having spent years working on machines and engineering projects, two gnomes met each other. Ropni and Laen. One was a man who had spent his life fixing the braking mechanisms on steam tanks. The other was a woman who had spent her life as a subterranean network engineer. They met. They fell in love. They married, and had a 3 children together in the pits of Gnomeregan.

Malyin, Jegnas, and Rofupi. These were the three children that the newly formed Sprogglegyro family came to raise. Jegnas being the oldest by 10 years, Rofupi being the middle child, and Malyin being the younger by 6. It was the peaceful kind of family that the parents had always wanted.

It was a good family. Nearly perfect. The parents loved each other, had stable employment, and were looking forward to raising their children. What more could they want? As it had turned out, money. They weren't doing too bad down in Gnomeregan, but in order to pay for adequate schooling for each child, the parents needed more money. Such an opportunity presented itself when, while Rofupi was in his 20's, the High Tinker announced an innovative project. The Deeprun Tram. It would be a natural fit for the family. Rofupi's mother, Laen, would be one of many gnomes working on constructing the tunnel while Rofupi's father, Ropni, would work with others in working on the braking system.

The family left their modest life in Gnomeregan to settle to the newly reconstructed Stormwind. The city, having suffered devastation in the First War, was not in the best condition. The Sprogglegyros found living within the "Dwarf District" of the city cramped, smoke-filled, and crowded. The humans presented themselves as either being overly pompous, wary, or outright hostile to the presence of the gnome immigrants. To make matters worse, the engineering academy present in the Dwarf District wasn't nearly as advanced as the ones in Gnomeregan.

But the pay the Sprogglegyros received for the Tram's construction provided enough incentive for the family to endure all hardships. They had planned to save up all of the money from this project and move back to Gnomeregan as higher class citizens. The children would enroll in the top engineering academies while the parents would look forward to a comfortable retirement. Except, once Rofupi was 34 years of age, a slight problem arose.

Gnomeregan no longer existed.

The ultimate tragedy had struck. Thermaplugg's great betrayal. The only member of Rofupi's extended family to have escaped was Aunt Haljya. Everyone else the Sprogglegyros knew either perished or mutated into a deranged leper. The event was a great shock to the family. That fleeting dream of going back to Gnomeregan vanished instantly. But the family considered themselves extremely blessed, so much so that Ropni seriously considered converting to the Holy Light. Laen quickly talked him out of it, citing basic statistics that disproved any aspects of divine intervention.

So the family pushed on with their life in the Dwarven District, grateful to be one of the few gnomes untouched by the greatest tragedy of their race. Rofupi, Jegnas, and Malyin grew very close together during their lives in Stormwind. They had to be, as the average human held a great deal of hostility towards the immigrants.

Life went on as it did, until another great tragedy struck. It came from the very vessel that was supposed to bring the Sprogglegyros prosperity; The Deeprun Tram. Aunt Haljya was such a lonely, worn woman, having lost her husband and children in Gnomeregan. Once the Deeprun Tram was built, the Sprogglegyros made routine visits to her every chance they could. The tragedy came during one of these visits.

Laen and Malyin went to go visit Aunt Haljya. The men couldn't go. Rofupi and Jegnas were buried in their engineering studies, where as Ropni had work to do. The women boarded onto the tram after saying a quick goodbye, promising to be back by the end of the day.

They never came back. A malfunction occurred in the Tram's braking mechanisms, resulting in the vehicle increasing velocity when it should have decreased. Little remained of Laen and Malyin. The event was traumatic for the Sprogglegyros, particularly Ropni, who felt responsible for the incident due to his involvement in developing the brakes.

Fate had decided to treat the Sprogglegyros with a great deal of irony. The statistical odds of the braking mechanisms failing in the way that they did was less than .001%. They were one of the very few gnome families to be unaffected by Gnomeregan. How could the family be lucky enough to dodge the greatest tragedy of the gnomish race, but end up suffering from something that only had a .001% chance of happening?

They were never the same. Ropni had taken the blow the hardest, having lost the woman he loved and one of his children from a device he helped design. He became an empty shell of a gnome, turning to drink and depression. Near lifeless, he spent all of his time either drunk or sobbing. Jegnas, the eldest brother, grew to become cold hearted and distant from the rest. His coping mechanism came in the form of complete dedication to his academic studies. Shut off from the rest of the world, Jegnas became an anti-social engineer who rarely interacted with others.

As for Rofupi, he had placed all the blame on engineering. The gnome had struggled in his classes before, and with this tragedy came to loathe it. Rather than let himself properly grieve over the loss of his caring mother and dear little sister, he acted out with a new found aggression. It didn't take long for the gnome to drop out of his classes.

Rofupi underwent a complete attitude change. It started with his mohawk, then moved onto his manner of dress. Before he was a typical kindhearted gnome who loved playing games and studying engineering. Now he stood as an hateful brawler, out pick a fight with everyone around him. The Sprogglegyro household became a scene of chaos. Ropni regularly getting into heated arguments with Rofupi's new way of life. Rofupi and his father would spend night after night screaming at each other, while Jegnas calmly adjusted his glasses and used his studies to ignore the dysfunctional scene.

Soon it became violent. Rofupi and his father fought each other. Many things in the household broke. The end result was a bruised, bloody, and spiteful Rofupi limping out of his house, swearing to never return. He knew from that moment on the Dwarf District would not be a place he could stay. There was only one destination for a homeless gnome without an education.

Old Town. The poverty stricken slum of Stormwind. Nothing but petty gangs, pick pockets, drug pushers, and beggars rotting along the streets. It wasn't a welcoming environment for anyone, most specifically a lone gnomish immigrant that screamed 'easy target'.

Which Rofupi was. His small stature and weak physique, combined with his stuttering common, made him far too tempting for the vicious criminals. The gnome was assaulted daily. Anything he managed to scrape together was quickly stolen. The humans used the small gnome to take out their aggressions on. They humiliated him every chance they could, often taunting him about his short stature.

Such treatment brought Rofupi two things. An extreme hatred for humans, and an unique fighting style born out of necessity. Rofupi didn't have anything other than his bare fists and his life depended on learning how to use them. After a few rough months of struggle, Rofupi went from being an easy target to a small-time figure in Old Town. Earning the name 'Lil Wrecka' for his ability to smash in the faces of those who took him lightly.

And that's where the gnome was by the time he reached 40. A mohawked punk strolling around Old Town, starting fights, swilling booze, and wrecking face. Rofupi became notable enough to attract the attention of a small gang that ran an illegal fighting circuit in the infamous Cutthroat Alley. The illegal street fights soon became Rofupi's main source of income. He found it to be such a simple system. He'd walk in, fight someone, and get enough money to drink and smoke until the next day.

Which became his routine for the next couple of years. A blurry mess of promiscuity, violence, and intoxication. It was a hollow existence which only offered fleeting comfort to the pain swelling within him. Eventually, it all caught up to him. After setting fire to a tavern in wake of a fight he picked with a Night Elf, Rofupi was arrested and sent into Stormwind's maximum security prison. There he faced five whole years in the most horrible of conditions. That long period of time locked with the worst of Stormwind's criminals provided ample opportunity for the gnome to reflect upon his future. He sat face to face with murderers, rapists, and deranged sociopaths. Was this the type of life he wanted? Was this the future he wanted to walk into?

Introspection took it's course during those long 5 years. Looking upon the gnome he was today in contrast to the one he was so many years ago brought a long sense of melancholy. What would his mother think if she saw him like this? What would his sister do? Thoughts like that plagued the gnome's mind during his time within prison. Eventually his prison term ended, Rofupi having lost 5 years of his life within those dark cells. Walking out of the darkness and back into the sun caused Rofupi to look for a new way to live.

But it wasn't easy. Rofupi had turned his back on engineering and education. His resentment for it was still strong within him. He might have been the only gnome in Azeroth who couldn't tinker to save his life. Rofupi didn't have any other professions to fall back on either. No skills in blacksmithing, no skills in alchemy, weaving, or scribing. Hell, the gnome could barely speak common, and turned out to be quite illiterate. When it came down to it there was only one thing Rofupi could rely on. His fists. They helped him survive in the turbulent slums of Old Town, and perhaps they'd help him find new life as a free man.

He couldn't go back to street fighting though. Not back into that den of thugs and drug pushers. Rofupi would find going back to the wild blur of violence far too tempting, with the potential of committing the same mistakes once again. No. The gnome needed something more. A new horizon to strive for. A new dream.

Which Rofupi ended up finding in a dirt-covered flier for the Ratchet Arena. A professional fighting circuit would be just what he needed in order to find purpose in his life. No more roughing up thugs for a handful of copper, it was time to test his skill against the true warriors of the world. After a long and arduous journey, Rofupi found himself in the arena of Ratchet.

It did not end up as Rofupi would like. The gnome was great when he fought against the average gang-banger in Cutthroat Alley. But when it came to fighting against a real warrior, the skill gap was quite noticeable. Rofupi's arena career wasn't a glamorous one. He kept a constant 6:1 loss ratio, and barely made enough coin to cover his medical bills. Yet despite it all he kept training. Going out to the Barrens to work out, trying to hone his own fighting technique. His skill in unarmed combat and strength steadily grew because of this. Rofupi thought he was on the verge of turning his losing record around when something called out to him.

The call of war. A new effort organized by the Ironforge military, under the guidance of the High Tinker. The battle to liberate Gnomeregan. Word of it came reaching all across the world and onto Rofupi's ears as he sat in a Ratchet tavern. Knowing the importance Gnomeregan had to his people, Rofupi wasted no time in travelling back to Ironforge and enlisting as a soldier for the cause.

The experience introduced him to a whole new family. Gnomes from all over the world came trekking back to answer the call. Through his time in the military, Rofupi remembered what it felt like to be needed. A strange feeling began to grow inside of the gnome, one he hadn't felt in decades. Significance. He realized that he nightmare known as Old Town was now far behind him. Now he could now do something good for the entirety of his race.

But the war for Gnomeregan was not an easy one. Just as quickly as Rofupi had found new companions to fight alongside of, he had lost them. Many good gnomes died in the battle to reclaim their homeland, including Rofupi's newly made friends. The hardship of war proved to be too much for the young gnome to handle, and his mind quickly cracked from experiencing the loss of loved ones again.

The war failed. Rofupi trekked back to Ironforge as a manically depressed mess. He took up his old habbits of alcoholism and drug abuse. Soon he stepped back into the life style he swore himself away from. Wandering through Ironforge in a blitzed out mess, bringing anarchy and violence in his wake.

It was here that a figure approached Rofupi just as he was on the verge of a drug over dose. It came waddling to him in dark brown robes with a hood covering it's face. This individual revealed itself to be Rhaecrion Harrowcrag, an old dwarven woman who practiced a very odd, mysterious fighting style. She offered to teach Rofupi on the ways of the fist. After witnessing the woman's strength first hand, Rofupi accepted, feeling as if she could guide him along a better path.

And so, Rofupi trained. Under the guidance of the mysterious old woman he steadily improved his fighting technique. Though her methods were very harsh, they brought forth the elements of discipline and guidance Rofupi had been lacking for most of his life. For six years he trained under grueling physical conditions. Running barefoot across miles of jagged stone, slamming his fists into burlap bags of granite, slapping his palms sore against rivers of water and maintaining all sorts of difficult stances.

Rofupi had endured a multitude of different exercises over the years. The ordeal was not only physically straining, but mental as well. Rhaecrion slowly beat out the self-destructive mentality Rofupi held and taught him new outlets to deal with his emotions. They came in the form of harmony, balance and meditation. No longer would Rofupi rely on the addictive vices of his old life. Such inhibitions were turned towards his training.

Along with physical and mental refinement, Rofupi came to also gain new knowledge of the world. Rhaecrion's source of power was an utter mystery for many years, but when he proved worthy enough she revealed it's origin to him. Rune scribing. Rhaecrion revealed herself to be a Rune Master, a person who was cognizant of runic magic and attuned themselves to the patterns found within the Ley Lines stretching across Azeroth. She taught Rofupi on the true nature of magic, how the power flowed through the world and brought many gifts of life. She also explained how it could corrupt an individual, elaborating on how arcanists bring ruin to themselves and others through abuse.

Rhaecrion believed that while Rofupi's heart in disarray due to his tragic past, he could be trusted to attune himself to runic magic in order to use its powers for good. Rhaecrion explained that while Mages tap into the arcane and twist it's energies to suit their own purpose, Rune Masters become one with it. One with the flow of magic, nature, and the patterns of hidden within the ley lines.

Only by understanding this would Rofupi learn how to inscribe runes onto himself. And he would only be able to truly do so once he made peace with his past. At the end of the six year period, Rhaecrion taught her final lessons. She inscribed Rofupi's fists with simple runes, making them hard enough to stand against armored foes. Once his fists were encased by the power, Rhaecrion taught the gnome how to seek out simple runic patterns. How to sense their presence and attune his body to them.

Under her guidance Rofupi was able to recognize and attain the pattern of Glowing Coals - simple runes that turned his hardened fists into burning flames. Once he had them Rhaecrion bid her student farewell, telling him that he would have to travel out and seek specific ley lines to attune more complex patterns onto himself. Which leads onto the next chapter of Rofupi's life.

That of a wanderer. Guided under a new perspective, Rofupi travels the world in search of ley lines. The journey seeks to push Rofupi's training further and aid him in finding inner harmony. Only by meditating in the ley lines and attuning himself to the planet's energy will Rofupi gain the introspection needed to set aside his sorrow. The journey will be very long, most likely spanning the rest of his life.

But when the time comes he will stand ready to face whatever crisis awaits the world. Using his new found strength as a source of good.