Glenin

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Glenin Boomsprocket 

Name Glenin
Occupation Adventurer/ Scholar
Age Nearing middle age
Race Gnome
Residence The Battered Sail
Guild none
Outward Appearance

Glenin is an average sized-gnome, standing at around 3 feet tall. His skin is coarse and rough yet his hair is well-tended and quite vibrant. Glenin usually wears a pair of goggles, concealing his eyes and most of his face. He normally wears padded leather armour, usually with a tabard that appears to show he is a member of the Explorer's League, or an organisation that works with them.

Being the intepid explorer that he is Glenin constantly wears a pair of sturdy, bomb-proof gloves, along with some muddy and well-travelled boots. Two thin, light swords are shoved into Glenin's belt, both are free of marks and scratches but normally blood-slattered and coated in deadly poisons.

 

Background

 Glenin sat under the ribs of a large Kodo skeleton in the Desolace, looking at some snap-o-graphs he had just taken. Glenin had thrown a large peice of cloth over the ribcage and was using it as a tent, protecting himself from the sudden dustorm that had just begun.

 Glenin was tinkering with a new invention of his, a small robot he had made with some spare parts, a couple of snapped bones and a small kodo skull. He glanced at a peice of dynamite next to him and thought what would happen if he attached it to his creation. Deciding not to he put the Kodo-bot down and opened up a small book he was writing, entitled Desolace Exploration. He opened it to a page which contained a short list, under the heading "Uses for Kodo Skeletons", he took his quill and wrote down "#19: Robots".

 Glenin put down his engineering and placed the book on top of his  Explorer's League Letters which had begun to flutter a little in the wind. Glenin looked out at the bleak storm-weathered landscape of the Desolace and began to eat some his beloved frog leg stew, thinking about the less-than positive reaction it had gotten from the Weary Boots, letting himself chuckle a bit. Glenin looked beside at a picture of his mother, which he always carried with him, holding her greatest invention, the Boomsprocket X5000 Gyro-Loaded Duo-Barrel Ridged Khorium Dynamite Assault Shotgun, MK.2. He laughed again, remembering what happened in Gnomeregan, then abruptly stopped, realising the non-amusing parts of it all.

 The duststorm died down after a while and Glenin packed up his things, took off his bright green goggles and replaced them with a leather hard hat and scanned the horizon, setting off into the barren wilderness, his Weary Boots making light footprints in the dust, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there...


Friends Unless you count his Miniature Undead Dark Iron Death Bot, none, Glenin is a loner.
Relatives None
Rivals/ Enemies none
Opposite faction attitude Neutral
Loves Machinery, Explosives and, strangely, Kodo corpses
Hates Troggs, Boredom, Malfunctions and people who call him "runt"
Motivation Glenin's life is pretty much directionless. More so when his mechanostrider breaks.
Quotes "Don't call me a bloody runt!"

Glenin's Adventures

The Crypt8 weeks 6 days ago
League Notification: External Affairs10 weeks 17 hours ago
Notice of Re-Assignment10 weeks 17 hours ago
AA Profile contest Glenin10 weeks 5 days ago
A Letter from the League10 weeks 5 days ago
Glenin's Adventures

Glenin's Gallery

Glenin's Gallery