Trilea 'Tril' Sprysprocket

"You see, when you activate the controller, it sends out a wave which summons the G.A.B. to you. It turns from this little cube here into a full-fledged floating bot. It then dispenses a roll of bandages and one of these vials of antiseptic, and then it turns back into its cube, which you can safely stow away- wait, what did you want to know again? ..... The cost? Oh..."

- Trilea 'Tril' Sprysprocket = Appearance =

The gnome sitting before you has a friendly air, even though she hasn't looked at you or even interacted with you once. Her attention is instead concerned with the several pages of blueprints spread out before her, hanging off of the table, and poking out of the crate next to her feet. Her elbows rest on the only clear places on the desk as she chews her lip, obviously deep in thought. The only distraction to her is her auburn hair, which constantly falls in front of her eyes. With a small exclamation, she scribbles something and looks up, her gaze directed towards the ceiling, her pen tapping against her chin in a mismatched rhythm that would drive any musician insane. Her wide green eyes seem curious and observant. She seems to look through you rather then at you for a moment, and as she puts the pen down to eye her blueprints, you notice the backs of her hands.

Completely uncharacteristically, the backs of both of her hands bear tattoos. On the left hand she has a tattoo of a wrench, pointing vertically towards her fingers. On the right there are two crossed hammers, the symbol of Gnomeregan. Before you can get a better glimpse, the gnome finally seems to notice you and pushes her blueprints off to the side. They all miraculously land in the crate. She pushes her chair away from the desk and stands up, her height not improving by much. She seems to be nearly as tall as a male gnome, which isn't saying much. Her uniform becomes entirely visible: durable leather pants and gloves, meant for handling tools near forges or anvils. Her boots are also made of leather, and the only luxury she allows herself is a light blue cloth shirt, obviously supposed to be comfortable in the heat of Ironforge. Every single article of clothing has at least one grease stain, giving her an air of wash and wear, so to speak. Attached to her belt are very few items. Her coin purse, which seems rather sadly deflated, as well as an Arclight Spanner. You peer towards it, trying not to seem too conspicious. There's an engraving that reads 'For Tril. From Razzle' in precise lettering.

The only other item is a pair of goggles, the lenses tinged a neon green. All together, your average tinker. She makes the distance over to you, her spanner clacking against her waist. She holds out a small hand.

"You're the client? Trilea Sprysprocket, tinker, at your service."

She smiles.

= History =

Childhood
Trilea was born, like most gnomes, in the extremely technology-oriented city of Gnomeregan. As such, she grew up around gnomes who knew how to build things as soon as they practically saw them in their heads. Her parents were both tinkers, neither very famous nor interested in gathering fame. They were content making small inventions to sell on the market. One thing her mother did have, that according to her father, Trilea had inherited, was the gift to talk. Both her mother and Trilea could easily talk their way out of distasteful situations, or to go ahead and sell their products to unsuspecting gnomes. The former fell underneath Trilea's expertise, while her mother dealt with the latter. Trilea always had a fascination with drawing, and soon went to sketching current inventions. Both parents readily encouraged this talent, seeing that if she couldn't become a tinker, Trilea could always find a backup job in art. This fascination eventually lead to the point where most gnomes visit at least once: engineering. Instead of drawing items, Trilea drew blueprints of items, practically taking them apart on the page, showing every gear, every nut, every screw. Sooner or later, she actually began to get her hands dirty, if one would like to put it that way, and began to build. She started with simply learning how to mine, venturing out into the snows of Dun Morogh with one of her parents. It was exceptionally simple, and her parents did all the mining. She wasn't even allowed to touch a mining pick, much less handle one.

This continued for a while as Trilea learned more and more about the basics of mining, and later engineering.

All activities were halted, though, with the arrival of her baby brother, Ten years after Trilea had came into the world, Razzle Sprysprocket also arrived.

(( W.I.P. ))