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Wimkin "Rat" Garwick

Name	Wimkin
Occupation	Freelancer, known Criminal and Hatter™
Age	Middle teens

Race	Gnome
Residence	Somewhere around Stormwind
Guild	Legitimate Business Club

Outward Appearance	Middle teens, thinner and shorter than the average gnome. The armour, you will mostly see her in, is made of dark leather. You rarely see her without either a hat, hood or mask on. On her sides are two Hanzo swords sheathed, usually dripping with some green liquid. A double barreled rifle hangs on her back and you might notice two daggers, one sticking up from each boot. The daggers she never walks without. She won't willingly show more of her skin then nessicary, probably because her body is covered with both old and newer scars, bruises and signs of her history. If her arms were not covered you would se a branding on her left upper arm reading: EXP: Rat. It is obvious that this is someone who has lived a rough street life, leaving childhood behind a very long time ago even if she sometimes acts childish. If you see her fight you will see that she uses her blades with self taught skill, odd technique and cat like reflexes.

Outward Appearance

Middle teens, thinner and shorter than the average gnome. The armour, you will mostly see her in, is made of dark leather. You rarely see her without either a hat, hood or mask on. On her sides are two Hanzo swords sheathed, usually dripping with some green liquid. A double barreled rifle hangs on her back and you might notice two daggers, one sticking up from each boot. The daggers she never walks without.

She won't willingly show more of her skin then nessicary, probably because her body is covered with both old and newer scars, bruises and signs of her history. If her arms were not covered you would se a branding on her left upper arm reading: EXP: Rat.

It is obvious that this is someone who has lived a rough street life, leaving childhood behind a very long time ago even if she sometimes acts childish. If you see her fight you will see that she uses her blades with self taught skill, odd technique and cat like reflexes.

Background

She grew up in Ironforge with her older brother at pretty much the bottom of society. She was left to her own destiny at a very young age, when her brother got caught for the last time and was sent to the outlands to support the Alliance.

Parts of the Archives:

- Ya here already, lad?! T'feck, its only four in the morning! She laughs and reaches her arms out towards the sleeping child in his arms. He lets her go and smiles at the dwarf. Then he turns and walks off.

- I'll be back around midnight. The woman nods and closes the door behind her, putting the small gnome down on a chair next to the stove and continues baking.

Left alone she quickly resorted to following her brothers footsteps in to the somewhat... criminal underworld of Ironforge. She ganged up with others like her and got by.

Parts of the Archives:

- Let’s steal their bloody payroll!

Complete silence.

- Do what?!
- Ye…ya know…them feckin’ guards…

At least three gnomes burst out laughing.

- Yer bloody crazy, ye know that, eh?
- Aye…I know. But come on! It would be the best payback ever!
- How you plan to pull something like that off, eh?
- Won’t be hard…you seen them kick back after a days work?
- Erh…true that. But still…
- Aye…fine…who’s up for it?

After some bad crashes with the law of Ironforge and some unfortunate involvement with a certain Dwarvish clan, she decided to move to Stormwind. She was booted from Ironforge for life. Her past haunted her and followed her to Stormwind. Another unfortunate... "misunderstanding" with a man in a dress and a dwarf got her signed up with The Expendables, a pretty branding and the nick "Rat".

Parts of the Archives:

"Wait in the alley, hide and be ready." He said.

A few minutes later the man with beard and dress was standing with blades pressed against his back, being asked to turn over his money. After some convincing, and the image of a man in a dress saying "Fagdini will fight like a lady!" in her mind, it all ended with sixty three silver coins and a man in dress and beard laying knocked out on the ground. A trip to Ironfoge, a change of clothing and unfortunately too many pints later, they returned to Stormwind where she for the first time was introduced to that strange man in fur she had been seeing around the streets, Sergeant “Coconut” Krigon of The Exendables.

She straightened up alot during that time and actually stayed away from crime almost completely... *Shifty eyes* ...until the day she was released due to a heroic rescue. Quote: "After Four Months of risking their lives for the alliance, the Expendables were cleared of all charges when they rescued the daughter of Sir Archibald." In present time she has followed Shifte to Legitimate Business Club and is now back in her old boots from Ironforge, living much as she did then. Her history once again stalking her shadow.

Parts of the Archives:

- He heard about what happened... The Expendables I mean...he will find you.

- Why the hell would he wan…

She stops and thinks for a split second, then frowns and shakes her head.

- Let him then, me isn’t his feckin’ goon anymore, me back covered or not.

- I’m not covering for you again…

Friends	Ghabriel Meihan Skoodles Fitz Bromble Krigon Cinderblock
Relatives	None
Rivals/ Enemies	The Sprongeli Family / Stoutaxe Clan
Opposite faction attitude	Hostile

Loves	Blades of all kinds, Stout, Hats, Her pet rat.
Hates	Not much...but some.
Motivation	Stay alive.
Quotes	"Right..." - "Eh... What?" - "Fecker..." giggle

Wimkin's Adventures


AA Profile Contest Wimkin	15 weeks 1 day ago
Sometime last year...	17 weeks 1 day ago
After the past has caught up...	17 weeks 1 day ago
About two years and a couple of months... ago.	17 weeks 1 day ago
About two years ago.	1 year 18 weeks ago

Wimkin's Adventures

Wimkin's Gallery

Wimkin - lbc	In search for boots	Wimkin in Ironfoge.	Wimkin and da gang.	Wimkin ala Expendables
Wimkin dark	Banner Ironfoge	Ironforge	Legitimate Business Club	IF2