Bio: Pipsie

A biography of a roleplay character I used in WoW.

Name: Pipsie
Surname: Rosecloud
Race: Gnome, although she sometimes thinks of herself as a Goblin.
Gender: Female
Age: A ladies age is one of the great mysteries of the universe, Pipsie however is no lady, a youngling of 17s years.
Birth Date: May 31, 8 (This date is however unbeknownst by our poor Pipsie.)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Class: Tauren lover…*ahem* I mean Mage.

Affiliations: Pipsie is an infamous member of the Steamwheedle Cartel. Some might go so far as to mistake her for a Goblin. She also holds a small liking for the Night Elves despite their disapproval of her.

Titles & Nicknames: The Pink Goblin, Lady Misfortune, The Violet Magician.

Special Possessions: Pipsie holds a great love for the faerie dragons of Ferelas, and was quite fortunate enough to receive one as a gift from the Night Elves. Her particular sprite strangely matches her vibrant hair with a tint of fuchsia embedded within its wings.

Pipsie doesn’t carry much of particular interest. Wildl and strange, Pipsie often carries the most peculiar things in the deepest corners of her pockets. Sometimes ranging from bits of string, oddly shaped pebbles, snails, seashells, Tauren hairs, and even baby moonkin eggs. (Not aware of what these eggs are, Pipsie simply likes to rub them until they glow blue while she tries to sleep at night-- keeping our Gnome happy is of utmost importance so we won't tell her the truth for now.)

In addition, Pipsie carries a small, smooth and cuddly blue blanket made of pure runecloth. She crafted this beautiful item after spending years learning tailoring with the Timbermaw Furbolgs. Ancient furbolg runes are etched into its soft surface.

Languages: Common, and some words in Darnassian. She has little trace of a Gnomish tongue as she has spent the majority of her life among the Goblins.

Proficiencies: Quite adept at the art of weaving. (When she isn’t daydreaming of being carried away by a large husky Tauren in a field of dandelions…) In addition, Pipsie is fond of sparkly objects and often finds ways to decorate her hair with them. As such she has taken up mining during her travels with the Dwarves.

Combat Skills: Powerful yet reckless, our Pipsie is most certainly a hasty one. One of the most ironic things about Pipsie is that she prefers bitter-cold climates, yet only spews out fireballs and chaotic explosions that often backfire on her. Pipsie is just beginning to learn the arcane arts and still needs quite a bit of training before she can fully control the dangerous things that end up regurgitating out of her. Although one skill that Pipsie has mastered unsurprisingly, is the ability to turn people into sheep. On more than one occasion she has been nearly banned from Darnassus for practicing the ability on their precious Nightsabers. (Sometimes turning them into things that are not sheep!)

Pet Peeves: Pipsie has always been somewhat discriminated among the Cartel, yet in her arrogance she brushes them aside believing that she is simply more gifted than they are. (If things get too ugly she always has a sack of never-melting snowballs.) Pipsie also bears the curse of having several tales of destruction and dismay follow her every footstep. Her nature of breaking laws has more than once forced her to spend a rainy night beneath a tree. However, Pipsie always knows she is welcome to snuggle goodnight amongst the Timbermaw Furbolg children.

Phobias: Pipsie’s greatest fear is her own past. She tries to avoid it at all costs. While she finds other Gnomes like herself to be of wonderful character, she speaks very little of any kind of connection to them.

Personality Traits: One of the few things that sets Pipsie apart from the Goblins is her politeful mannerisms, yet despite that she does cast about sarcastic and rude comments every so often. Curious and carefree, Pipsie might be embraced more by her fellow Goblins and Night Elves if she didn’t talk QUITE so much or giggled at every passing male figure. While Pipsie does mean well most of the time, she can very chaotic at times. Pipsie also has a hard time with following any type of rule or law. She is often caught borrowing or touching things that do not belong to her.

Despite Pipsie’s knack for mayhem and chaos, or attention disorder, or inability to create cohesive sentences, beneath her lavender robes she her grand heart beats with love and aspiration to help others. (Although most people tend to politely refuse any she offers.) Anyone who gets to know our dear Pipsie will eventually grow to love her. (Don’t hold me to that.)

Of those who do respect and enjoy Pipsie’s personality is the Dwarves. Pipsie enjoys almost any kind of brew, and never hesitates to join the Dwarves in a feast or celebration of some kind. She finds a deep connection between her life among the Timbermaw and the Dwarves, giving herself a feeling of ‘home.’

Physical Traits: Pipsie’s hair is a beautiful shade of pink, and she often gloats about it around the Goblin woman when they gossip about their husband’s fortune. Her left thumb is permanently glossy from her constant thumb-sucking, a habit she finds soothing much less shameful. Her eyes are a tranquil cerulean color, and her cheeks as pale as snow until she spots a handsome Tauren in town. Youth is the best way to describe our pretty little Gnome.

Origins: Pipsie’s true origins are as unknown as the Ashbringer’s. What is known is that when Pipsie was nothing more than a small babe she drifted down a stream in a covered basket somewhere in northern Lordaeron. Eventually she clinged onto a pile of Goblin luggage and supplies banked upon the riverside. At the time the Goblins were preparing to fly their Zeppelin west to Kalimdor and thus mistook the cradle for their own luggage- paying no heed to what might lurk inside. Along the way the Goblins were caught in a massive storm that nearly killed them all. Pipsie’s little cradle ended up falling off the sides before the end of it. Fortunately she landed gently in the arms of the Timbermaw Furbolg. They immediately named her “Pipsie” for her small size and “Rosecloud” for her unusual hair color and the sky of which she fell from. By the age of 10 the Furbolgs sent her to Everlook to live among the Goblin traders believing it was a more ‘suitable’ life for her. Ever since then she has aspired to one day journey to the Undermine and become a Princess of Trade. In order to do so, Pipsie decided to take up studying the many secrets of the arcane arts and gain the power of an undisputed mage.

((Hope you enjoyed reading this. Give feedback if possible.))

Doesn't this belong in the RP forum....?
Anyways, what's there to comment on? You described a lot, but I didn't find it particularly interesting.

Yes, it probably should. Sorry about that. :P

I tried to make it interesting, biographies never seem to do that though.