Pollie

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Player: Uguu

Character Full Name: Pollie Snowgear

Character In-Game Name: Pollie

Nickname(s): Snowball and Quiet Pollie. Association(s): Ironforge, Gnomeregan Exiles and Stormwind.

Race: Gnome

Class: Mage

Age: 59

Sex: Female

Hair: Black/blue.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 17 Kg.

Height: 2'8"

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Blue garments, Hood with mask.

Other: Sometimes carries any number of books, often maps and/or guides to the land she is in.

Personality

Quiet, prefering only to speak when needed. Extremly distrusting of anyone who practices Fel-Magic. Loyal to a fault to close friends. Enjoys spying on Murlocs and their ways, often to the point of endangering herself to do so. Hates Blood Elves, seeing them as the traitors they are. Does not think of her use of magic as a tool to use or abuse, but rather an art to be tempered and slowly mastered. Pollie has little tolerance for people screwing with her, and usually will not hesitate to use force to ensure it goes on no farther.

Unsure of her thoughts about Orcs or Taurens due to a lack of contact with them. Hates Frostmane trolls to an extreme, although other tribes may earn some trust. Enjoys stargazing and fishing to a smaller extent. Her hatred for the Troggs that stole her city away from her and her people, can not be measured with any form of success. While her people's, thus far, inability to reclaim her home bothers her greatly, she has made it a habbit of putting it out of mind for the time being.

History

Born in the gadget filled city of Gnomergan, Pollie grew up around a use of magic and tools. Practicing under the mage Penkle Rocketwrenkle at a young age, Pollie learned how to control the Arcane, favoring Frost over the other forms such as Fire. Living in the cold and snowy peeks, gave her a fondness for anything related to it, the obvious result being her choosing against using fire. Spending most of her time in study, Pollie had little time to socialize with others and had little trouble with the law, besides bugging the guards for directions at every turn. Leading a mostly peaceful life of study and practice, Pollie enjoyed her early years greatly.

As the years went by Pollie heard stories from other Gnomes of wars and brutish monsters called "Orcs", prefering to keep herself to her studies instead of fairytale demons Pollie did not look into any news of war and continued her quiet study with Master Rocketwrenkle. Years past and Rocketwrenkle was found dead, age had claimed the great teacher. Pollie, hearing of the news of her master's death, fell into a depression. While her family had played a vital role in getting her back onto her feet after the death, one can not discredit her friends, or even her own ability to bounce back from emotional events.

As the years went by Pollie spent some time with what little close friends she had managed to make over the years. With their help she was able to move on with her life, although she will always miss the friend she made in the gnome. Pollie and her closest friend, Dapple Shocksprocket, continued their research into the world of magic together. Lending assistance to one another anytime they needed. One day, Dapple's family were found slaughtered by a band of Troggs. Enraged, Dapple swore that every Trogg would burn for what happened.

Pollie and Dapple grew farther apart as the years went by, untill one day Dapple never came to the tower they studied in. Pollie, worried for her friend, gathered a number of close mages to discuss what should be done about the depressed mage. No one was prepared for what would transpire that night. Dapple, in his desperate attempt to seek revenge on the Troggs for butchering his family, had turned to Fel-Magic. When confronted at the tower about his new "art", Dapple flew into a rage, screaming and yelling that they were all in league with the Troggs.

Before anyone know what happened, Dapple had split open a hole in the world and pulled forth a soldier of the Burning Legion, commanding it to slaughter his once close friends. In a matter of moments, six of the eight mages in the tower had been killed. Pollie and a young mage named Paxel were all that remained. In his rage, Dapple had never made sure to bind the demon to his will. Dapple was torn limb from limb by the monster before it was cast down by the combined effort of Pollie and Paxel.

The tower burning with Fel-Energy, Pollie fled for the safe walls of Gnomergan, only to find it under siege by an army of Troggs. Paxel, in the defense of his home, threw himself at the Troggs. Pollie simply fled from the field, realizing that she could do little to halt this assault. Fleeing to Ironforge, with what remained of her family, Pollie had no trouble settling in with them. As a matter of fact, she had actually adored the Dwarven allies, despite being rather poor for making any friends from their kind. Falling into a short depression, following the city's fall, Pollie wandered between camps in the mountains surrounding Ironforge, before managing to regroup with what remained of her family and moved on.

Spending most of her time in Ironforge, and the surrounding mountain side, Pollie kept an uneven focus between engineering and magical practices, favouring magic over tech'. Eventually she would craft her more note worthy of inventions, a cannon able to blast compacted snowballs at near lethal speeds, and would soon take her surname from it. Growing tired of the fortified walls of the city, and the near-constant drunkeness of her Dwarven allies, Pollie decided it best to leave the city to better explore the world. While her father had taken the idea with a mile, sending her off with a pack of supplies and a journal to write, her mother had opposed the idea as 'dangerous and selfserving'. Regardless, Pollie had no intention of taking either of their words to heart, as she would soon set off out the gates of Ironforge and begin making her way north. While she traveled along, snow being a poor companion, Pollie took a further liking to being alone and relying only on herself to get by. Between encounters with mountaineers, guard posts, and even the odd wayward bandit, Pollie found her journy into the Wetlands to be amusing enough to continue on beyond that.

Along the roads, heading southbound to the Loch', Pollie encountered little in the way of boredom. More bandit attacks, more Dwarven troopers, and even a group of murlocs, kept Pollie's attention well focused on the area around her. Along her travels, not far from the entering the Loch' itsef, she encountered another Gnome traveling as well. Though suspecting him of many things, she hesitantly allowed him to travel with her, after he had just strolled into her camp at mid-day. Cutting short their travels, the Gnome attacked her when they next made camp, and found how swiftly a bolt of ice can split bone. Regardless, Pollie continued along the way. Making her way through the Loch', a near uneventful time not including the odd kobold, Pollie found her way into the Badlands. Between dodging Ogres and the like, she quickly made her way through the terrain and into the Burning Steppes.

While traveling this area would have been dangerous beyond what she was comfortable with, she had found a group of exploring Dwarves that seemed more than happy to guide her along. While she was quick to distrust them, she found little choice in the matter, and followed them along. Though they traveled at a snail's pace, Pollie was rather quick to make friends within their ranks, and often entertained them during the longer nights and sometimes even during the days. Despite having some measure of fun with the party, she eventually parted ways with them and passed through the Redridge mountains and on towards Goldshire.

After sending a letter back to Ironforge, Pollie made her way into the nearby Stormwind, and wasted little time exploring the city itself before moving on again. Her journy soon took her into Westfall, where she found murlocs along the shore, and opt'd to make camp for a while. Spending a fair amount of time studying the murlocs, she was soon forced out of the area by a group of Defias bandits, and fled to Duskwood. Deciding it best not to linger within the seemingly haunted forests, Pollie made haste to pass through the land and into the Stranglethorn vale. Animal attacks, more bandits, and even the odd Horde kept Pollie on her toes as she traveled further along. Soon she came to the port of Bootybay, just outside the entry itself, and had taken notice of a fight. Rather one sided in nature, Pollie decided to investigate the matter, and found that a paladin was engaged with a Draenei mage. The mage scorched the paladin into the ground, killing him painfully, and Pollie quickly split the Draenei's skull in half with a lance of solid ice.

While it took some time to have the man brought back to life, the Gnome was atleast some help in getting the man back onto his feet. When he was finally back in the realm of the living, Pollie made sure to introduce herself and began asking a number of questions as to the 'who' and what' of the entire ordeal. So, Pollie had made a friend in this horrid port of slavers and pirates, and would stick around for some time her friend. As for what happened next, that is another story entirely of its own.