Jimi

==Statistics==
Name: Jimi the Knife
Race: Gnome
Class: Rogue
Guild: Raven Hill Mercenary Company 
Professions: Miner and Blacksmith
Age: 22 
Birthplace: Gnomeregan 
Status: Active 
==Description==
(Under Construction)
==History==
Life has never been simple. 
Well, maybe once.
There's this one time I can remember, way back when I was a kid--my last day in Gnomeregan. The day of the accident.
I remember holding hands with my dad as he led me into his workshop. I don't really recall what his work was, or really why we were there, but we were all there. Me, Mom, Dad, and my twin sister Kimi. Dad was showing us around the place, pointing out all the great things he and his partner had been working on to make life better for all Gnomekind.
It was shortly after the end of the Second War, I guess, and everyone was optimistic with the possibilities of a world free from the terrors of the Orcish Horde. Didn't really mean much to me, at the time. I couldn't have been more than four or five years old. But everything was bright and shiny and everyone seemed so happy.
I wish it had lasted.
A few hours later, after the sirens had stopped blaring and the confusion died down, someone finally found me--huddled in a supply closet delerious with tears and confusion. They told me there had been an accident--a malfunction--and that I was alone now, and that I'd never see my family again. 
I spent a few years in an orphanage in Deep Gnomeregan. It wasn't a bad life, but I probably didn't help things--even among a people as mischevious as the Gnomes I was considered a delinquent. It wasn't long before I'd had enough--I snuck out on some supply caravan headed south. That was the last time I ever saw Gnomeregan. Alot has changed since then, and I don't think I'll ever go back. I want to keep that pure vision in my mind, I guess. I don't really know.
The Caravan Master found me on the road from Sentinel Hill to Raven Hill and gave me the boot. I walked the rest of the way. No money, no food, and no home, I resorted to a life of thievery as a way to support myself. 
Lived that way for almost 10 years until I was conscripted into the Stormwind Army during the Third War. I was never anything more than a "General's Boy"--the Gnomes were all too busy fighting the Troggs in Gnomeregan, so there were no real Gnomish units in the war and the Humans refused to take any Gnome seriously who wasn't a pilot.
Still, a General's Boy makes for a good life--steady pay, good food, and Generals rarely saw thick combat. It was during my service to Lord General Falconwing that I first came in contact with the Mercenaries.
It was something that caught my eye immediately--a group of outcasts with no skill but the ability to swing a blade, and no loyalty except to themselves. I kept my eye on the Mercenaries that worked alongside our unit, and when the General dismissed them I left as well.
At first, the Captain of the Mercenaries, Sal Silvertongue, pretended I wasn't there. He'd issue orders to the rest of the company, and gave no mind to whether I joined battle or not. Eventually, he started dropping small tasks my way. "...and SOMEONE will need to come about the left flank," he would say, never naming that someone, but we both knew that I would be that "Someone" to be there on the left flank.
After about a year I'd finally proven my worth to the company and was acknowledged--but the Captain was greedy and in the end my acceptance was short lived as Sal Silvertongue led his company to ruin and I was homeless again. 
I'd heard that Raven Hill had been overrun during the war, and sure enough there was naught left. Everyone had run to Darkshire, and Raven Hill was a ghost town. With nowhere left to go, I made my way to Stormwind. The criminal life was good to me there, and for a few years I made a resonably comfortable living. I even joined up with a crime syndicate for a short while and did very well for myself. And imagine my absolute surprise to find my twin sister, Kimi, alive and well and making lovey dove eyes at the leader of Syndicate X!
But,the drums of war were not long silent, and four years after I left the service of Captain Silvertongue I found myself in the thick of battle again, selling my sword for coin. It wasn't long before I managed to round up a few old friends--some from Syndicate X, some from before that--and where I had been one mercenary we had the beginnings of our very own Mercenary Company.
==Personality==
(Under Construction)
Category:Alliance
Category:Gnome
Category:Rogue
Category:Blacksmith (A)
Category:Miner (A)