Sporebat Loves Characters: Shortcakes Edition
Lexifrazz Glimmergear was, by her teachers' reckoning, the worst student her prestigious engineering college had seen in generations. Horribly mechanically inept - a disgrace to gnomish tradition! She floundered, unsure what to make of herself. She floundered, unsure what to make of herself until the fall of Gnomeregan forced her into exile into Dun Morogh.
She came up from the city almost as it was being sealed off - part of a school detachment sent to the lower levels to collect samples and evacuate as many people as they could. Analyzing the bits of irradiated metal and rock they'd brought up led her to earth sciences, and into the company of dwarven miners and eventually the Explorer's League, where she flourished as a geological expert.
Her pursuits of geological anomalies and rare stones led into research into crystal dynamics and resonance fields - esoteric and useful enough to redeem her lack of raw mechanical talent. Less than the scientiic renown, however Lexi discovered she liked the adventure more than the end product.
The world is as big as she feels she is. In her home city, no one ever told her she was short, after all.
Learning how to defend herself was a necessity of the job, but she's proud of her strength and capability to get herself out of things. As a side effect of her life seems to be having a heart that knows no fear, she gets herself in to quite a few things.
Thyra Thaumaforge was a court scribe and household sourceress in the retinue of a noble on the Shadowforge Senate, in the last years of Emperor Thaurissan's reign. She got there by cleverness and a little bit of family clout - her father and brother both soldiers in the Angerforge regiments, her grandmother a hoary old Priestess of Ragnaros. Her fortunes, like the rest of her people, tied to the whims of the Emperor and the Firelord's whims. She worked carefully and quietly for her patron, maneuvering his rivals into the Ring of the Law by working the bureaucracy, and bestowing the blessings of the runes to his favored.
Her fortunes dried up overnight with the death of her patron in the Emperor's throne room. Narrowing avoiding becoming a victim of the Law herself, she followed Empress Moira's contingent to Ironforge to escape her own rivals. She settled in the Forlorn Cavern after being all but outright called a 'warlock' upon her arrival, and has gone into business for herself - something she never would have been permitted to do in Blackrock Mountain.
She sells the old rune-blessings in the front of a little shop with an apartment in the back, either written as glyphs on paper or appies directly to a subject's skin with ink. Once a month, she has a magnificent amount of proper dwarvish breakfast catered to her home and feeds any of the city guard who happen to be on patrol in the Cavern. And she takes any remarks about her origins or professions with her head up.
Buzzi Vitriol had no ambitions back on Kezan, and considered herself smart enough to know better. The Cartel bosses were always going to stomp all over goblins like her, so she focused on keeping her head down and getting by. She served drinks in a dockside bar, sometimes to hilariously detrimental effect, rented a place just outside the slums with a card shark that drifted in and out of her life like the tide.
The Cataclysm changed her world in the blink of an eye. She went from laid-back bartender to Trade Prince's slave to drowning victim so fast she didn't know how it happened. As the ship she'd been taken away from ruined Kezan on was sunk by an Alliance cannon, she made a desperate cry that was answered by powerful spirits of the water, who helped her to safety in exchange for her service.
She never wanted that, either. After settling in Orgrimmar with other Cartel refugees, she did her best to keep her head down and keep on. Her shamanic abilities were picked up on before long, as she was drafted into the Horde army as a medic.
Dr. Safety survived the long dark in Gnomeregan by barricading herself in a clinic and trying to help other survivors as best as she could. Besieged by a never-ending stream of patients suffering from terrible radiation poisons as well as the leper sickness, she struggled to stem the onslaught with her meager supplies. With time and perserverance, she was able to develop some counteractive and cleansing techniques. It helped, even if it was never enough on her own.
S.A.F.E liberated her sometime after the Cataclysm. In the debriefing, they called it the Light.
Safety has remained with the gnomish relief and liberation efforts as a member of the Gnomeregan Medical Corps.
Ms. Mortwrench 's aptitudes first led her from Gnomeregan, through Dalaran, and straight into the halls of the Scholomance. THe Kirin Tor found her theories repugnant, anathema - the Cult of the Damned embraced them as the brilliant things she knew they were
An organic body was just another type of machine, after all. Working parts requiring maintenance, power channeled by arcane or mundane energy sources. It was simple and reasonable to her, and it was simply and reasonably that she fell to damnation.
She became a specialist in crafting and maintaining Scourge constructs of various types. After Naxxramas was defeated in the Plaguelands, her efforts and research landed her the 'honor' of undeath - as a death knight of Acherus. She commanded some of her finest creations in the siege of Havenshire and Tyr's Hand until the culmination at Light's Hope. Having the Lich KIng's will cleaved from her own was a painful thing, but not unlike removing an unstable power conduit.
Even after her liberation from the Scourge, Mortwrench is highly protective of her creatures and her work, but has learned when and were is a good time to talk about it, and how to use her abilities in ways that don't get her persecuted. Publicly, she is a 'naturalist' with an interest in strange and exotic creatures (sentient or otherwise)
