Sprocket Tinkertop

> -Sprocket Tinkertop
> 'Commander of the Doves Bearers for the Enhasi Mainland'

## **Description**

### **Appearance**

Sprocket is tall by Boomie standards, standing at 4 feet. They have bright green skin and stunning pink hair that he dyes regularly. The most apparent thing about them is their striking red eyes. Several scars also decorate their back from brutal treatment by a clan of dwarves. Some have been covered over with tribal tattoos decorating his body. Lastly, they are missing their left pinky from a firearms accident.

### **Personality**

Sprocket is incredibly blunt and always speaks their mind. Life on the water has created the habit of cursing like a sailor. Suffice to say, they can be loud, mischievous, and sometimes unpredictable. Granted, they try to be fair in everything they do and are very loyal once you earn their friendship. Unfortunately when it comes to stoneshitting and bellydragging dwarves this does not apply, Sprocket being highly untrusting of the race since having been their prisoner at one point in time. With the help of his friends though, they are “working” on it.

## **Significant Events**

### **Early Life**

The life of a Goblin is usually never easy. Growing up they had to constantly compete with their various brothers, sisters, and even cousins. They learned from a very young age that you had to fight to keep what you wanted. Sprocket Tinkertops father, Gizzlow, was a tinker who lived and worked all around the Fens. When it came to their mother they didn't know very much about her, only that she left for a life of piracy after their birth, leaving the daunting task of raising their ten brothers and six sisters to Sprocket’s father. Growing up Sprocket would often watch their dad work and create things. Admittedly, their dad regularly tested his inventions - all of which had something to do with explosives (appropriately for goblins) - in the house, which had the potential for causing fatal injuries to both himself and his child. However, the young Goblin had a blast, no pun intended, and quickly found themselves becoming interested in following in their dads footsteps. Unlike their siblings, they took to tinkering like a fish to water. Of course, this would often lead to them getting picked on by their sisters and brothers out of jealousy. On their seventeenth birthday, Sprocket had had enough of their family’s antics and decided to set off on their own. Suffice to say, it didn't take long to experience the prejudice the world often had against Goblins. Nothing they said broke their spirit though and they pushed forward. Sprocket spent a couple years traveling the ocean, creating business partners for both legal and not so legal trading goods. There was a year they even spent pirating in hopes of one day finding their mother but nothing good came of it.

During their venture around Symia, they were captured by a band of dwarves and brutally beaten and tortured. They ultimately were able to finally escape, killing a couple of them before stowing away on a trading ship to gods knows where; the only thing on their mind had been escaping. Just when they thought they were safe, the world decided to throw them another curve ball. The weather turned stormy, waves higher than the eye could see  hammering the ship. There was nowhere to go when the ship capsized as the ocean swallowed them and dragged the goblin into the dark depths. When all was lost and they began to black out, the scaled hand reaching out for them beneath the waves was the last thing Sprocket saw before darkness took them. The next thing Sprocket knew, they were waking up in a soft bed with two blue Atlura standing over their body. Both explained how they had saved them from drowning in the seas of Lenras and nursed them back to health once on the shores of Velkus.