Flarv

Information

Player: Monolith

Character Full Name: Flarvin Rivetvision

Character In-Game Name: Flarv

Nickname(s): Flarv, Flarvy, Flarvs

Association(s): Gnomeregan Exiles, The Alliance

Race: Gnome

Class: Warrior

Age: 137

Sex: Male

Hair: Slightly faded yellow

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 48 lbs

Height: 3'1

Alignment: True Neutral

Appearance

Often comfortable clothes, perhaps a hat, nothing special.

Other: Has a rivet for an eye

Personality

Flarv is rather quiet and pondering. Often staring off into the distance and thinking or reminiscing. He seems rather lethargic, often sitting or leaning, his tired eyes gazing around. When it comes to people, he finds them as nothing but company. He'll talk to them and enjoy their company, not seeming too unfriendly. When battling, though rare it is nowadays, he turns into someone completely different. He gets a feeling of invincibility and often shouts and hollers at his enemies, taunting them.

History

Flarvin was born in Gnomeregan to, surprise surprise, a father and mother who were tinkerers! Well, more specifically, they were repair mechanics, working mostly on the tram. They lived a modest life, working and repairing. Flarvin never really took to it. He was often tried to be taught, but only occasionally listened. The tram already had so many mechanics, why would they need another? And more specifically, him?

He joined the military at a young age, feeling that it would be more... him. He was trained to be a Gnomish pilot, as many Gnomes were. Trained to be able to shoot and bomb from the training grounds. When the world erupted into the second war, he was one of the first to be deployed. Now this, he felt needed him. EXACTLY him. He killed a good share of the Horde, and for each he shot down, he felt that they could've been the entire downfall of the Alliance! However, he was cocky... But why wouldn't he be? He was lucky enough to be one of the last to be shot down.

To this day, he never knew what it was that took him down. A bullet, a malfunction... It didn't matter. What did matter was him being rescued from the crash in a timely manner, timely enough to survive the ordeal. He suffered massive damage to his body- his body beaten, part of his skull caved in, et cetera- and was unable to fly or attend in the rest of the war. He was sent, despite his reluctance, home to Gnomeregan. He felt this was a disgrace, but knew it was for the best.

It would be a year after the second war that he would be fully recovered, save for some scars and a missing eye, due to a large chunk of skull being jutted into it when he crashed. To cover it up, he placed a non-rusting rivet into his eye to permanently cover the horrid sight. That way, he would no longer frighten the Gnomish children with a gaping hole in his face.

He went back to the military, but as more of the technician type, seeing as how he didn't believe his body could take another crash, or any battle for that matter. It was a more modest living than before, but he had the respect of many of his peers for at least surviving the second war.

Then, the 'accident' happened. That is to say, Gnomeregan bombed itself and Troggs invaded. He was one of the ones to try and fight, promptly getting his rear end handed to him with a Trogg smashing a stone club into his arm, breaking it. He fled shortly after, joining his kin in Ironforge, in Tinker town. Currently, he lives as.. well, an old war veteran. He's a slight alcoholic, but no drunkard. He lives in Dun Morogh, but will occasionally visit Stormwind, but rarely elsewhere.