Name: Mitonk Fastblast
Race: Gnome
Age: 86 (He's a little under middle age.)
Description: Mitonk is a sturdy 108 cm, by any most conventional standards his race or by others his build is considered average. His hair has the blasted back appeal to it but has been turned blue, how it happened he don't know or care. Probably an invention gone wrong but what he is worried about is the gray hair popping up. It's said he has brown colored eyes but its just whats said considering he wears goggles one lens tinted blue, the other green. Having a goatee that has the shine of a gems to it but its probable that it is only grease that coats it.
Biography: Well Mitonk is Mitonk and a nut job and a genius according to most. Born in Old Gnomeragan before the conflict that ensued the city. Though he never spent much time there after he graduated from the Tinker's Academy, Mainly staying around Ironforge procuring new items for invention, looking for rare metals and substance for uses. Also becoming a drunk when funds allowed it, which his invention get quite odd and well confusing unless you looking threw beer googles.
With the on set of the second war the need for reconnaissance was deeply needed, becoming apart Gnome team the designed and made the flying craft. Also one of the few bat shit crazy enough to try it, earning him accommodation to a certain degree. Following his work throughout the days of the second war to help give the alliance the edge it needed. Though as soon as the war was considered a victory and celebration ensued and well Mitonk loving his drink, drank so much he ended up as a beggar. Though homeless he still tinkered on despite the lack of well most everything.
Returning to Gnomeragan short before the Trogg excursion and irradiation of the city, trying to paton several ideas for wide spread use, though it would seem he wouldn't get there in time. Unknowingly waltzing right into the city the onslaught of troggs and fleeing survivors, flowing closely was the radiation substance. Almost catching him in the process, becoming ill and falling into a month long comma. Afterwards becoming more of a crazy coot. Becoming more of an ongoing joke than anything because of his outlandish idea's had grown more exceedingly crazy.
Moving from the Ironforge area to Stormwind was an easy one, believing Humans and the TinkerTown gnomes would be more appreciative of his ideas and theories. In all actuality it got worse for Mitonk to the point where all he could do was developed mechano toys for the children to feed himself and that was if the parent's would allow it even considering his tinkers often resulted badly or defaulted.
Race: Gnome
Age: 86 (He's a little under middle age.)
Description: Mitonk is a sturdy 108 cm, by any most conventional standards his race or by others his build is considered average. His hair has the blasted back appeal to it but has been turned blue, how it happened he don't know or care. Probably an invention gone wrong but what he is worried about is the gray hair popping up. It's said he has brown colored eyes but its just whats said considering he wears goggles one lens tinted blue, the other green. Having a goatee that has the shine of a gems to it but its probable that it is only grease that coats it.
Biography: Well Mitonk is Mitonk and a nut job and a genius according to most. Born in Old Gnomeragan before the conflict that ensued the city. Though he never spent much time there after he graduated from the Tinker's Academy, Mainly staying around Ironforge procuring new items for invention, looking for rare metals and substance for uses. Also becoming a drunk when funds allowed it, which his invention get quite odd and well confusing unless you looking threw beer googles.
With the on set of the second war the need for reconnaissance was deeply needed, becoming apart Gnome team the designed and made the flying craft. Also one of the few bat shit crazy enough to try it, earning him accommodation to a certain degree. Following his work throughout the days of the second war to help give the alliance the edge it needed. Though as soon as the war was considered a victory and celebration ensued and well Mitonk loving his drink, drank so much he ended up as a beggar. Though homeless he still tinkered on despite the lack of well most everything.
Returning to Gnomeragan short before the Trogg excursion and irradiation of the city, trying to paton several ideas for wide spread use, though it would seem he wouldn't get there in time. Unknowingly waltzing right into the city the onslaught of troggs and fleeing survivors, flowing closely was the radiation substance. Almost catching him in the process, becoming ill and falling into a month long comma. Afterwards becoming more of a crazy coot. Becoming more of an ongoing joke than anything because of his outlandish idea's had grown more exceedingly crazy.
Moving from the Ironforge area to Stormwind was an easy one, believing Humans and the TinkerTown gnomes would be more appreciative of his ideas and theories. In all actuality it got worse for Mitonk to the point where all he could do was developed mechano toys for the children to feed himself and that was if the parent's would allow it even considering his tinkers often resulted badly or defaulted.