Pitkin Twistrocket

"Think twice about that person you are about to betray. You never know who they have watching."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Having made quite the name for herself in the past year, Pitkin is well known not only in criminal networks in the Eastern Kingdoms but also within her community of Stormwind. The average individual would know her as Pitkin Twistrocket, successful entrepreneur and philanthropist, but unbeknownst to most, she is much better known for her manufacturing and distribution of illegal weapons, along with her somewhat criminal mercenary organization. If you ever happen to want to buy fel grenades or need help with something that needs to be kept secret, then Pitkin's your girl.

On a side note: still no refunds.

=Personality =

"I'll be honest. I would absolutely hate having to talk to someone with the same personality as mine which makes me utterly perplexed as to why anyone would want to talk to me."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Pitkin is an individual that does not adhere to most of the stereotypes of her race; besides just being much taller than the average gnome, she is also much less bubbly and enthusiastic, almost always walking the fine line between skeptic and cynic with the way she presents herself. Most people know her as someone who is rude, sarcastic and mostly apathetic, which is a reputation that she is more than happy to uphold. Being the way that she is, she hardly ever lets people get too close to her and often pushes them away even if she does not mean to.

Underneath that caustic attitude of hers is just a person who wishes to be loved.

Onward to what she is like doing business: she is competitive, ambitious and persistent. To her, every decision she makes business wise requires her to be cold, rational and straight-forward. As long as one upholds their end of the deal, Pitkin is happy to do business with them. Those that betray her trust are immediately put down and made an example of. There is no room for second chances when it comes to betrayal.

=Description =

"I don't own any mirrors at my place. Not only are they a waste of wall space, but they're also terrible for my self-esteem."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Heart shaped would be how you would describe the shape of Pitkin's face. Her delicate cheeks are plump enough to pinch and are temptingly so. They trail down her soft jawline to her slender chin. Her nose is a bit dainty, tilting upwards a little near the tip. Her lips are a bit thin and pouty but are angelic in shape. There are just a few freckles on her face and most of them are scattered below her pale-blue, irisless eyes. She has a few piercings on her face, ranging from a lip ring, a nose ring and two simple earrings on each ear. Her raven coloured hair is lazily styled; cut short and left to a night of sleeping to be shaped for the next day.

Being 4'1, Pitkin is actually quite tall for a gnome, being a full foot taller than the average person of her race. She was originally already pretty tall when she was a child, but when she reached adulthood, her height rapidly increased; because of that, she now stands at the height of a human teenager. Within the past year and a half, her love for engineering and confidence in the face of danger has resulted in her receiving numerous injuries. Still, most of her pale skin is still smooth and milky, but they do hold their fair amount of scarring: one large, somewhat ugly, cleave mark across her chest below her breasts and the several splotches from healed gunshot wounds.

While her robes may hide it from most people, Pitkin's body is quite lithe with only bare minimal amounts of muscle and fat. She is skinny, to the point that you can easily see her collarbone and if she were to arch her back, you would be able to see the faint outline of her ribs. Her breasts are rather modest, making her more so flat-chested than anything else. If one were to see her without her clothes on, you would be able to see that she had both of her nipples and her belly button pierced. Still, despite being so thin, she still has some meat on her, most of it being on her hips, her thighs and her rear. Her body could be described as somewhat pear-shaped because of that.

She is not the most high-maintenance person ever as she only ever bathes in the morning and the evening. Throughout the day, despite her best efforts, she almost always accumulates a scent that consists of black oil, soot, dust and cigarette smoke. The first three scents are usually faint whilst the most obvious smell coming off of her would be the smoke from her cigarettes.

=Outfit =

"Just because I am a warlock does not mean I'll wear an outfit with fel-fire coming out of it or with a stupid amount of skulls on it. One or two skulls is fine, but any more than that is just overkill."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

The robe she wears appear to be made of high-quality materials. Just at a glance, one would be able to tell that she splurged a crap ton of money for a skilled tailor and craftsman to create it for her. The majority of her robe is made up of extravagant purple and grey cloth, reinforced with strips of grey leather and metal buttons. The leather strips are wide and long, but rather thin, being only three millimetres thick, and are engraved with runes that are filled in with purple lining. The runes are wards capable of negating weak forms of magic. On top of the runes on her robe, she also has runes engraved on the palm of each of her gloves, which grant her a slight boon when it comes to channelling her magic. On top of her robe, she wears a light breastplate, decorated in the same colour and colour scheme of her robe. While not crazy strong, it is capable of deflecting slashes and glancing off otherwise fatal blows. On the back of her robe is a hood that she can wear to protect her head and face from the rain.

Around her waist is her trusty tool belt, which is actually stored within a rune sewn between the layers of her robe. She can summon it easily just by channelling a small bit of mana into the rune. The tools on her belt are arranged in this order from the back, going counter-clockwise: her arclight spanner, her gyromatic micro-adjuster, a pack of cigarettes, her flip lighter, her canteen, her communicator, her pouch where she stores her soul shards, and then an extra pouch for miscellaneous items. Everything is where she needs and expects them to be; grabbing an item off of her belt is all muscle memory now for her.

=Weapon =

"You laugh at me now, but you'll be screaming instead when I castrate you with this thing."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Held in place by a leather sheath is her spellblade. The sheath itself is not all that interesting but the spellblade is. The spellblade is made of elementium, allowing Pitkin to use it to absorb and channel elemental forces. Not only that, but the flats of the blade have been engraved with runes, allowing her to also manipulate arcane and fel based magics with it. The runes themselves are expertly made and precisely engraved, glowing a slight, ethereal purple when activated. How she uses them is that she absorbs magic into them before shooting it out. It works like that because it is a spellblade.

The blade itself is curved, with a sharp stabbing point at the end, making it more of a thrusting weapon than a slashing one. The guard is also curved and in such a way that if she were to parry with her blade, it would cause her opponent's blade to glance off. The handle of the spellblade is ergonomic in shape and wrapped tightly in leather. At the end of the handle is a small pommel big enough to prevent the blade from slipping out of Pitkin's hand. Even if Pitkin is rather awful at close quarters combat, you should not underestimate her - especially when she has this blade in her hand.

=Inventions =

"The greatest joy one can experience in life is to have created something. Unless that something happened to be bad."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

She is a tinker. It is not only her passion but her livelihood. Not only does she specialize in daily use appliances, but also weapons capable of causing devastating amounts of damage. No, she does not make nukes, but perhaps if she truly tried, she would be able to make something close to one. There is a reason why she has a monopoly in explosive weaponry at the moment. Here is a list of her most notable inventions, both weapons and appliances.

Twistrockets
This invention is her namesake. Her Twistrockets are essentially just rockets capable of rapidly changing direction mid-flight. Rapid change in direction is achieved by multiple ports connected to sub fuel lines that can be activated from a remote control that is used to control the rocket. The payload of just one of her Twistrockets is devastating, capable of blowing apart stone fortifications as if they were a house of cards. Still, lugging one of these around is quite the ordeal, making it more suitable for special occasions. Pitkin has also made an extra large version of one of her Twistrockets, without the payload, which she uses to fly around.

Fel Grenades
Out of all of her inventions, these are her favourite. The only reason her fel grenades are not her namesake is that they are not as objectively impressive as her Twistrockets are. They are compact, being cylinders with pins that Pitkin can pull off the top that activate the small timers within them. It takes only five seconds for them to explode. Upon detonating, they make a noise that could be compared to some kind of hellish, slightly turned, scream; the explosion that occurs is controlled but terribly potent, turning those caught in its proximity into fel-corrupted ash. These grenades are the reason why she has such a monopoly in the explosives market.

Anti-Infantry Mortar
Created in an attempt to aid the war effort and to also sink her teeth into the development of weapons for the military, this is probably the most merciless weapon that Pitkin has ever invented. What it essentially is, is a mortar that fires canisters of long, steel needles, which can be runed with holy magic, fire magic, or other types of magic. Said canisters are pressurized by a tube of compressed air, which when released, fires the needles in a volley down into the ground. The needles themselves are made of a dense steel, which are sharp enough and pick up enough momentum to pierce through all unenchanted cloth armours, leather armours, chainmail and most plate. When not in use, these canisters are stored in light-weight, metal cases which can fit up to four.

Bunker Destroying Silent Mortars
These mortars are unlike ones used by the militaries in the world because of two things: the fact that they are near silent and their superior range. More of an artillery piece than a traditional mortar, these babies are capable of raining down destructive ordnance of many different types on to the unfortunate from nearly a kilometre away. The trick to these things is that instead of using a mini-explosion to launch things, it uses pressurized air. How it manages to use such powerful force to launch things while not immediately blowing up upon use is because of the ingenious design of the barrel, which allows the excess air that does not shoot out out the front of the barrel to escape.

Deployable Fel Barrier
For the magic users that lack the ability to cast a barrier or the concentration to cast a barrier under heavy duress, this device is basically as its name says: a deployable fel barrier. It is rectangular in shape, being thin enough to be held in the hand. To use it, one just tosses it on to the ground; if it is does not land on the right side, flaps on the side spring out to correct the direction where it is facing. After it is tossed on to the ground, it deploys, creating a egg-shaped barrier large enough that it can completely protect an orc-sized humanoid. One of the best features about this baby is that it can be programmed; one can change the amount of power a charge uses and also the size of the barrier itself, allowing one to create a super dense barrier that perfectly fits them. Still, do not expect this barrier to block everything for you. It is hard science and magic theory combined into a working device, not a godmode machine.

Magic Wand
This is a device created by Pitkin to supplement spell casters that lack the ability to use spells that provide a constant stream of potential damage. Holding the Magic Wand in one hand, one simply channels mana into it; the mana is condensed by several lenses into a strong, potent beam. The beam differs between magic types, with fel magic creating a fel beam and arcane magic creating an arcane beam. The dimensions of the device are quite thin and narrow, being just a cylinder about eight inches long. Despite being so fragile looking, it is actually quite durable, which makes it very expensive. Other then that, the Magic Wand is literally a magic wand.

Portable Coolant Unit
This is basically a fridge, except it is portable and also compact. Capable of storing what otherworldly creatures would call a 'twelve-pack', this novel device has sold extraordinarily well in Stormwind, especially among nobles who enjoy travel. It is one of Pitkin's best sellers on the legal market.

Compact Reheating Unit
This is a device that is used to reheat food. Using cutting edge technology, this device sends rays of heat right through food, heating it up evenly from the inside to the outside in just seconds. Not only can it reheat food but it can also cook or defrost food as well. Pitkin's company recommends this device for people who do not have time to cook.

Utensil Scrubbing Machine
This is a machine that can be installed into the counters of most houses. It is what otherworldly creatures would call a 'dishwasher'. However, unlike the otherworldly dishwashers, this thing actually works to scrub utensils and dishes clean. One merely places their dishes into the rack and closes the hatch. Once activated, robotic hands, capable of self-cleaning after each and every use, extend out from the sides and clean each dish separately, using a mix of hot, pressurized water and safe to ingest detergent.

Automatic Feeding Hat
This is the first thing that Pitkin ever invented. It is essentially a hat that automatically feeds its wearer, hence its name. The original was lost during the fall of Gnomeregan, but Pitkin has since rebuilt it. She keeps the new one in her attic which she still occasionally puts on to re-live some old memories.

=Spells =

"You know what it's like to be hit by an exploding soul shard flying at over a thousand feet per second? No? Well then I hope you never have to find out."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

While she use to rely mostly on her demons, Pitkin has become quite the proficient magic user in her own right, achieving great milestones in the dark arts such as becoming a grandmaster of the Black Harvest. What she uses her demons nowadays for defense or holding the line because she is almost a literal glass cannon. Specializing in fel and soul magic, her spells are designed to decimate her enemies from long range; she can kill you in one hit and you also would be able to kill her in one hit. With such an arsenal of spells, she prefers fighting in a group, where she can hide behind a team and maximize the effectiveness of spells such as her unnamed, iconic soul shards usage, and her Soulion Cannon. While this is not a complete collection of all of her spells, they are the ones that she uses the most.

Twisting Soul Shards
She carries a dozen soul shards on her. She uses most of them as ammunition for this spell. Channelling a bit of mana into a soul shard, she can cause it to levitate and she can control it using telekinesis. Priming it, she can fire it at her opponents at an insane speed and with deadly accuracy. When it impacts, it explodes into a flurry of soul shard shrapnel and soul fire. The more time she has to focus, the faster and more accurate it is. If she chooses to fire off more than one at a time, her accuracy and speed take a big blow.

Blinking Soul Shards
One of her more draining spells would be this one. Purposefully overloading a soul shard, Pitkin can blink it right next to her target, cutting the middleman that is flight right out. Not only is it effective, but it is quite a quick spell to cast. Still, the mental focus that it requires is very tiring.

Soul Fire Bolt
Pulling the power out of a soul shard, Pitkin can condense it into a small, but potent sphere, which she can then launch in the form of a bolt. Fast moving, it reaches most targets before they can even react. When it hits, it not only burns the body, but also the soul, which is why it is called a 'soul fire bolt'. This spell, while simple, is lethal. One can either dodge or create a ward effective against soul magic.

Soulion Cannon
Harnessing the power of several dozen souls, Pitkin can create a powerful cannon that can appear anywhere within a hundred metre radius around her on any third dimensional plane. That just means that she can summon it up everywhere facing in any direction she wishes for it to face. When created, it appears to be a flat rune of light-blue colour and it fires out a large, powerful beam of soul energy. The longer it is activated, the more condensed and potent it gets. It can be used for quick potshots or to send out a concentrated blast.

Soul Shackles
Possibly one of the most effective spells in Pitkin's arsenal would be soul shackles. If this spell is cast on someone, they would find their soul quite literally bound in place, resulting in them being unable to move or speak. If one is unable to escape the soul shackles, they might just find themselves at Pitkin's mercy. When affected by this spell, one would feel an otherworldly pressure press down around their entire being, becoming stronger and stronger until their soul is unable to fight back.

Soul Burn
A truly potent spell that Pitkin can pull out quite easily is soul burn. With just the snap of her fingers, she can force someone to experience pure agony. This is not pain that the brain is capable of producing, but rather a pure pain to the soul of an individual. It would be incredibly difficult to focus or to even stand if Pitkin ends up successfully casting this on you. Still, those of especially strong will or with a strong soul might be able to ward this spell off.

Soul Drain
Sometimes it is a smart idea to just skip the middleman. Whenever Pitkin is feeling particularly lazy, she can skip the killing and simply drain her opponent's soul to fill a soul shard. She usually uses this ability to quickly neutralize weaker opponents like murlocs or gnolls, but she can, however, use this on people as well. She might also pull out this spell when she has run out of soul shards in order to replenish her stock.

Soul Barrier
This is the spell that Pitkin usually uses to protect herself against magical and physical attacks. While not as effective as a ward created for specific purposes, the protective ability of this barrier can be increased by using more soul shards. Still, it kinda does suck using six soul shards when she could have just learned an anti-fel ward or an anti-arcane ward instead.

Soul Link
On the off chance that she is attacked and suffers from an injury, she can force a transfer of the injury to one of the souls in her collection of soul shards, mitigating the damage done whilst destroying the soul shard in the process. This not only works against physical injury but also against afflictions. Mental damage is immune to this sort of spell, however.

Soulstone
Pitkin has her soulstone hidden away. If she were to sustain a mortal wound and die, she can always self-resurrect later by using her soulstone. On the off chance that her body is too mangled to be used, she can always have a buddy place her soul into a new body. If someone were to kill her and destroy the soulstone, she would remain dead permanently. She keeps her soulstone in a secret location.

Fel Shards
More fel than soul, this spell is essentially Pitkin using her individual soul shards like flying, mobile laser turrets. Keeping the reaction of fel creation within the soul shard itself and then concentrating them at the tip of each shard, these bad boys fly around the air while shooting out a thin, potent fel laser down at Pitkin's targets. Pitkin herself can field about six of these; each soul shard can fire a total of ten times or keep a constant stream of fel for about seven seconds. Those hit by this laser would find the part of them hit almost immediately turned into fel-corrupted ash.

Fel Lance
Using her own life force and power from her own soul to generate enough fel to cast this spell, Pitkin can create a lance of fel, that shoots out wherever she points her hands at, at speeds almost too quick for someone to possibly dodge. The only sign of her using this spell is just a thin line of fel magic pointing in the direction of wherever she is aiming. Those hit by it would find that the part of them hit would have immediately turned into fel corrupted ash. This is a last resort spell that Pitkin uses when she has no other options left.

Fel Enhanced Soulion Cannon
If Pitkin feels like she needs the extra boost in power, she can activate another rune, which infuses the raw soul energy with fel, creating what is basically a large, potent fel beam capable of drilling a large hole into the ground and vaporizing anything or anyone standing right in the middle of it.

=Demons =

"At one point in my life, the only friends I had were my demons, which is actually kinda sad and pathetic once I think about it."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

When she was still just a teenager, she was inducted into a dark magic cult in Ironforge. There, she learned how to summon demons and how to bind them to her will. The first demon that she ever summoned was an imp; it is because of that, that she has a soft spot in her heart for them. While she has had many demons over the years, these are the ones that she always keeps going back to whenever she needs assistance, whether it be in combat or in everyday life.

Gakuri
They first met when Pitkin was just a novice summoner; she had summoned him. He was her first demon, which is why he is her favourite. They immediately hit it off, becoming friends despite being worlds apart, him being an imp and her being just some gnome. Oddly enough, he was one of her best friends during her time spent in the cult and also during her first few days in Stormwind City.

Through thick and thin, Gakuri has served his master to the best of his abilities. He has stood with her since the time that she was a novice warlock and he stills stands beside her now that she is a renowned soul-magic specialist. He has grown alongside her and knows her almost better than anyone else. She makes sure to always reward him for a job well done with his favourite treat: black olives.

Balvik
Being a runt, Balvik is the smallest and youngest imp that she holds a contract with. Do not mistake his size for weakness however as he is the fieriest and violent imp within her pack. Capable of flinging obscenely large fireballs at his master's enemies at insane rates, it more than makes up for how annoying he is when out of combat.

Tarkin
The self-proclaimed leader of the pack, despite none of the other imps ever listening to him, Tarkin does his best to make sure that his fellow imps are doing all that they can to keep Pitkin happy. He dreams of someday holding his own contracts.

Arcarax
Being a construct made of pure void, Arcarax is, to say the least, very boring. It does what it is ordered to do and nothing more. Whilst Pitkin has had it bound to her for many years, she has never heard it say anything. Arcarax is a silent protector and it will continue to be one in till the day it is either destroyed or its master dies.

Thannos
Thannos is there to do the real heavy lifting. Pitkin first had it summoned when she realized that she needed much more muscle than an imp could provide for her. She summoned Thannos, who has been her pack mule ever since.

Araknash
Being Pitkin's most recently bound demon, Araknash stills needs some time to be broken down in till he is fully loyal to Pitkin. Insanely strong, intimidating, tenacious but also dumb, Araknash is perfect for all the things that Pitkin plans to do in the future. Now if only he did not hate her and did not want to kill her.

=Relationships =

"There are very few people in the world that I actually care about. If you need to ask, then you're not one of them."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Most of the friends that she has ever made during her years alive are dead. They were either killed in Gnomeregan or during the days she spent in the cult she was part of in Ironforge. She has not yet truly given up on relationships yet though, which is why she still has enough room in her heart to keep around her lover along with a few friends.

Madisa
In the beginning, all Pitkin thought of Madisa was that the beautiful and intelligent, Draenei woman was a useful asset, which she was, considering that she was not only skilled at using soul magic but also void magic and fleshcrafting. With such an extensive résumé, Pitkin was more than happy to hire her as a freelancer. During the first few months after Pitkin brought her into her organization, every interaction between the two was related to business and appeared to be completely professional, which Pitkin was comfortable with, but unbeknownst to her, Madisa had actually developed feelings for her.

Things continued on pretty much the same way it did during the beginning before Madisa, having grown bolder, asked Pitkin to meet up over some coffee under the guise of strengthening relationships between employer and employee. Under that business-like shroud, Madisa was able to schedule several meetings with Pitkin, to the point where Pitkin eventually grew comfortable enough with the Draenei woman to switch over to alcohol instead of coffee. It was during one of these alcohol-fueled meet-ups that Madisa finally made her move.

Through a series of tiny, alcohol assisted, admittances and confessions, Madisa's feelings for Pitkin were eventually made known to the gnome woman. Being quite tipsy herself at the time, Pitkin was taken completely by surprise. She was in awe at the prospect that Madisa would even be remotely interested in her, due to her perception that Madisa was beautiful and exotic and that she was lanky and unnatural. However, she was eventually swayed over her own fears and insecurities after some convincing and a sweet, albeit drunk, kiss. However, despite how precious the moment was, Pitkin still held back on making an immediate decision.

Time passed and Pitkin still held back on her decision. It was only thanks to the push of Ciantha, Madisa's stepdaughter, that Pitkin eventually realized her feelings and confessed. It was awkward, much more so than when Madisa had confessed to her, but Pitkin would have it no other way ― because to her, it was a perfect moment.

Their love for each other, while once young and innocent, has evolved into something a lot more meaningful during the few months that they have been together. After Pitkin got shot in the back during a negotiation gone wrong, Madisa has become incredibly protective, almost obsessive, of her. Pitkin herself has made efforts to move her illegal businesses over towards legal by designing weapons for the military instead of manufacturing them and selling them on the black market. She has made this significant change because she realized not long after they moved in with each other that she now had someone in her life that truly relied on her. For once, in a very long while, Pitkin found someone to live for besides herself.

Still, despite her increased caution, there was nothing to stop the freak accident that occured during a mission that was part of the reformation of Lamplight, her newfound barony. Clearing out an ogre settlement, she was nearly bisected by an axe thrown by the ogre chief. Having technically been dead for several moments, she was miraculously revived by Madisa just in time before anything permanent set in. Waking up several days later in their home in Stormwind City with a wicked new scar on her chest, Pitkin found herself so enthralled by gratitude and love that she ended up being overwhelmed by her emotions. Letting go of her insecurities, she gave into Madisa's and her own desire and the two consummated their relationship.

Moxie Black
The first time that they had ever met, Pitkin had walked into Moxie's potion shop in order to purchase a few health potions. While there, they engaged in small-talk that evolved into a more elaborate conversation. Seemingly impressed by Moxie's intelligence and charisma, Pitkin decided to make her shop her go to for health, and beauty, related potions and ointments. After several repeat visits, and more conversations, they went from being just acquaintances, to friends, and then to being good friends with each other. Still, despite having had many discussions with each other, they kept a lot of secrets, each one putting up their respective persona while having a suspicion that the other was more than just what meets the eye.

A few months passed since the day they first met and Moxie ended up joining the Black Harvest. Pitkin herself was already an invoker in the Harvest at the time and was quite surprised to see the 'innocent' potion shop owner show off several impressive bouts of destruction magic and fel manipulation. Moxie herself was also surprised though managed to hide it much better than her Gnome companion did. Now knowing a few secrets about each other, their friendship strengthened even further.

Feeling even more comfortable spending time together, they now occasionally meet up to chat; sometimes they have dinner together or Pitkin visits Moxie's potion shop just to have a conversation. Moxie herself has grown a bit of a soft spot for the Gnome and regularly gives Pitkin discounts at her shop.

Ilithyll Harkon
Ilithyll is one of the few people on Azeroth that Pitkin considers a friend, mostly having to do with the fact that zero of their interactions have ever been business oriented, which allowed the young woman to slowly worm her way past Pitkin's defenses through pleasant, casual conversation. Still, while they quickly became friends, it would be a long while before they actually got to know each other.

For the longest time, Pitkin's only opinion of Ilithyll was that the woman was too fragile, too soft and too emotional to survive. Imagine her surprise when Ilithyll ended up getting drafted and did not run away. While Pitkin absolutely hated the idea of her being forced to join the military, she could respect the woman's resolve and tenacity against things that the world threw at her.

Things continued to be like that for a while until the Azerite War picked up. Having had her opinion change because of Hugo, Pitkin passed on her new perspective of the world and on the Horde over on to Ilithyll, telling the young woman that in the situation that she was in, the only options she had were either to kill or be killed, that she would either come home a victor or end up having her head as the trophy of some orc. While she was harsh and pushy, Pitkin only acted like that because deep down, she has a soft spot for Ilithyll and cares enough to try to steer her away from ruin.

Lilyana Brown
Lilyana began as just one of Pitkin's sharpshooters. It became quickly apparent right after Pitkin took her on, that Lilyana was not only a good shot but a very skilled mercenary; she completed each and every job nearly unscathed and is one of the few mercenaries in the T.R Adventure Corps with a perfect record. It is because of her perfect record that Pitkin was a bit more lenient with her; lenient as in she allowed the woman to act a bit more casually around her than she would allow the others to. To her chagrin, Lilyana used and still uses this leniency to constantly tease her.

While quite annoying, Pitkin was not about to give up one of her best just becaused she embarrassed her.

It was during the few weeks before the war that Lilyana organized a meeting between the two and confessed her feelings about her alleigances and how, despite all that Pitkin had done for her, it still belonged to the Alliance. Having quite a few connections within the Alliance military that she wanted to impress, she took advantage of this situation and offered Lilyana the option to stay with her and her organization and to become the department head of the yet to be named military sect.

Pitkin promised manpower, a healthy supply of her excellent weapons, along with substantial funding should Lilyana accept her offer.

Eventually, Lilyana did and is now preparing herself, along with the more patriotic individuals of T.R Adventure Corps, for the next war, which some have dubbed 'The Battle for Azeroth'.

Wennisey Grindbolt
She is one of Pitkin's most informative informants. With tons of connections and a hefty amount of street knowledge, it is no wonder that Pitkin took interest in Wennisey. Not only did Pitkin invest money into her fellow gnome but she also created a prosthetic eye for her!

Still, while Wennisey is wonderful on paper, she is actually quite the loose cannon, which worries Pitkin somewhat. Hopefully nothing bad happens to Grindbolt in the near future.

Salazar Demes
Meeting him was quite the surprise; he contacted her out of nowhere with a letter having learned of her through some government connection. While the letter itself was casual, it had a seal on it, which bore the power and the position of a very high up there individual within the Magus Senate of Dalaran. Not being an idiot, Pitkin reached back out to him through a letter of her own and in no time at all, they settled to meet to discuss a deal.

The deal was simple: she would provide the Kirin Tor with Azerite and he would make sure that she was paid a healthy sum in return.

While he seemed charming and him reaching out to her meant that she had now had a connection within the Kirin Tor, Pitkin remains wary of him as she knows better than to trust such a sly looking man.

Hugo Cornelius Renfield
At first, back when Hugo was still in the Black Harvest, Pitkin thought that he was a complete and utter buffon, a nationalist with no sense of individuality whatsoever. Honestly, sometimes she contemplated shoving a suck down his throat. One time she got so annoyed at him that she snapped, insulting him and besmirching his dignity; as a result, he challenged her to a duel.

In the end, she won the duel but not without having used every spell in her arsenal. So for a while, while Pitkin still disliked Hugo, she had some respect for his magical prowess.

Her opinion of him has changed drastically as the Azerite War picked up and completely flipped when the Burning of Teldrassil happened. While she may not share the same nationalistic pride as Hugo does, she now shares the same belief that they, the Alliance, are the good guys and that the Horde are the bad guys.

Their relationship has been rather complicated these days. Hugo went ahead and got himself tortured and killed by the Black Harvest; this would have been a terrible blow to Pitkin's plans had she not convinced the Harvest to create Hugo a new body and to make him essentially a sleeper agent for them, specifically for her. With the help of the Harvest's most skilled fleshcrafters, Hugo's body was rebuilt; his mind was implanted with several runes that makes him free-willed but also unknowingly obediant to Pitkin, his handler.

Commanding him to leave his regiment, Hugo now works for her in T.R Adventure Corps.

Endo Breakspanner
He was her father, much to her endless disappointment. Their relationship was never more than simply provider and receiver. While they did not show it, there was always an aura of hate and disgust whenever the two were in the same room together. Pitkin does not have to worry much about him anymore however as he is currently dead. While she vehemently hates her him, she does not know his side of the story at all. What she does not know is that he is in actuality, not her biological father and that he hated her and her mother because she is not his child because her mother cheated on him with a human.

Winswit Berryblast
She was her mother, the only person that kept her going when she was a child. Their bond was strong, much stronger than any possible familial bond that Pitkin might have in the future. Winswit was there for her in her darkest times and continues to have a positive influence on her everyday life. If Pitkin had known that her mother had actually cheated on her father and that she was actually a bastard child, things might have turned out dramatically different.

Selli Sparkfast
She is her stepfather's real child, making Selli her stepsister. Despite her rage when she killed her stepfather and his new wife, she somehow managed to remain level-headed enough to spare Selli. Realizing that she had just killed an innocent woman when her original plan was just to kill her stepfather, Pitkin carried Selli all the way back to Ironforge after her trip to Tanaris and placed her into the orphanage. Even now, she still sends money into Selli's account under a false name.

John Wickerson
He is her real father. She does not even know he exists. Despite not being apart of Pitkin's life whatsoever, he was the catalyst that started it all.

=History =

"Oh yeah, I just had the most amazing childhood. My dad was an abusive drunk, my first mentor ditched me and I ended up on the streets doing drugs until I got taken in by a cult. Totally amazing."

- Pitkin Twistrocket

Before It All Began
Before she was born, her father, Endo, worked the tunnels, maintaining the vents and ensuring that it all worked properly. It was hard work, but it was rewarding, as he was one of the technicians that kept Gnomeregan running as efficiently as it did and her mother, Winswit, worked as a food scientist, specializing in creating nutrient-dense food that also tasted delicious. They loved each other. It was probably the best time of their lives.

However, this changed dramatically when her mother had a drunken fling with a human tourist by the name of John Wickerson. He had been so sweet and she had been so drunk. She had not even known it had happened until she got pregnant. Endo vehemently declared that he could no longer trust her; that distrust eventually turned into dislike and then into hate. They could not stand to be with each other, but the both of them were too afraid to go through with a divorce.

Eventually, Endo's hate for Winswit grew into a hatred for Pitkin also. She was not his child and yet he was going to have to take care of her and provide for her. All this anger would build up inside of him and he would finally burst when the Trogg invasion of Gnomeregan happened.

Perhaps if Pitkin had known that this all transpired before she was born, things might have turned out differently.

A Troubled Childhood
Pitkin was born to Endo Breakspanner and Winswit Berryblast in Gnomeregan. By this time, her father had already begun to drink heavily. While he was still a technician, his work had become shoddy and he was on the verge of being replaced. Her mother, on the other hand, was still a very respected individual in her field of food science. Pitkin got most, if not all, of her engineering and science knowledge from her mother, whom she loved quite dearly. If her mother were the pillar of her life, then her father would be the one trying to chip away at it. Egotistical, selfish and petty, her father absolutely hated Pitkin and her mother. Still, despite the animosity between them, both her mother and her father stayed together.

Every day, her father would leave for work and she would be sent to school. When she came back, her mother was always there for her; her father would always come back sometime after dinner, most of the time drunk. Despite the hardships and abuse of their family life, Pitkin's mother tried her best. It was during the few hours between coming home after school and her father returning home after work that Pitkin ever truly felt happy during childhood.

The Fall of Gnomeregan
It was during the fall of Gnomeregan that the conflict between Pitkin’s mother and father hit its bursting point. During the confusion of the initial call for an evacuation, whilst they were still in their home, Pitkin’s father bludgeoned her mother to death with a hammer before quickly moving on to Pitkin herself. Managing to fend off her father's attack long enough for him to give up on killing her and run away, Pitkin followed him as quickly as she could, as while she had grown up in Gnomeregan all her life, she had never quite mapped out where the main exit was. As she rushed out the door, she was unable to properly identify the numbness in her right arm as adrenaline, masking away the pain of a broken bone. She would have to realize that the hard way during her escape.

Losing sight of her father half-way through, Pitkin found herself lost within her own home; the familiar, metallic walls of Gnomeregan having been caved in by the invasion, resulting in them looking foreign and unfamiliar to her. Refusing to simply die, Pitkin mustered up every ounce of strength that she had to cut through the grief, pain and shock that she felt and managed to crawl her way slowly out of Gnomeregan. Whilst she had escaped, she had exposed herself to dangerous levels of radiation and had further injured herself from deadly encounters with the invading Troggs. It took hours for her to reach the elevator to Dun Morogh, and by that time, she was both severely injured, dehydrated and exhausted.

She had spotted her father when she had finally stepped foot on the snow-covered land of Dun Morogh. He was lining up with the other evacuees. She would have chased after him, perhaps even screamed for someone to kill him, but before that could happen, she collapsed and fell unconscious due to her injuries.

If would be many years before she saw him again.

Life as a Refugee
For a few months after the loss of her home, she was settled into a refugee camp, spending the majority of that time recovering in one of the medical tents set up. It was not soon after she recovered from her injuries that she was able to be taken to Ironforge, where she was placed in an orphanage. It was there, that she spent the remainder of her childhood. Whilst the matron in the orphanage did her best, there was only so much that an overworked granny could do for over two dozen children. This sadly left Pitkin mostly neglected during her stay at that orphanage.

She was a loner. While she would have absolutely loved to have been able to make friends, there was something holding her back and that was her attitude. She would get nightmares every night; flashes and images of what had transpired back in Gnomeregan, most of them being about her father and how he had killed her mother. It was hard to be sociable if you were barely awake and grouchy almost every day due to an inability to get a good nights rest.

It was also during this period of her life that she lost almost all of her appetite, resulting in her skinny frame today.

Dipping Her Toes into Magic
It was during her time in Ironforge when Pitkin discovered her innate affinity for magic. Having been picked up by a local mentor, she quickly funnelled all of her energy and focus on her studies. Feeling empowered for once in her life, her aspirations grew dark when all her ambitions slowly drifted on to one goal: to kill her father.

As the years continued on, Pitkin grew unsatisfied with her growth in the art of arcane. While her progress was steady and there was always a stream of compliments coming from her mentor, she saw her progress as slow and was always disappointed in how little power she accumulated for how much work she put in. She grew jaded and dangerous in her lust for power.

Her mentor eventually saw through her and abandoned her. Lost and without any hope left, Pitkin began to live her life as if each day were her last; drinking, smoking and doing narcotics, she fell into the deepest pit that she had ever been in. Not even her abusive childhood could compare to the abuse she put her body through.

Still, her reputation was not unknown, which was why just a few months after her old mentor had given up on her, she was inducted into a warlock coven.

Turning to Dark Magic
In the coven, Pitkin was introduced to a myriad of different people that could empathize with her, who ultimately became her first friends since the fall of Gnomeregan. Outside of that coven, they were complete strangers, people who would never have met each other, but within those old, secretive walls, they reveled together in their research of shadow and fel. It was there where Pitkin got first her taste of how powerful the dark magic could be.

While being friends with fellow warlocks was fun, Pitkin soon learned that those friendships never lasted for long. Whether it be from stupidity, callousness, or pure arrogance, most of her fellow warlocks either ended up killing themselves by overloading their bodies with fel, being killed by their own summons, going insane through overuse of shadow magic or being caught and executed for using dark magic.

Eventually, the true purpose of the coven became known to her. The coven master had forced all the members with the largest mana pools to join him in his private chambers; Pitkin, being much weaker than the rest, was left out. In his chamber, the coven master consumed the life force of all the other members that had shown up. The ritual, however, backfired, killing everyone in the room.

Sick and tired of all the death and also the boring familiarity of Ironforge, Pitkin saved up all her money from working odd jobs and moved to Stormwind.

The Rough Years in Stormwind
Having almost no money after immigrating to Stormwind, all Pitkin had left was only enough to purchase a small warehouse. Barely scraping by at first, she was able to climb her way out of poverty due to her strong work ethic. Making enough money to buy some parts, she began selling appliances. Still, while selling appliances did make her decent money, she wanted more, because despite the warehouse being nicer than the orphanage where she stayed, it was not ideal.

It was not long after that she realized that there was more money to be made selling weapons. Converting her humble warehouse into three parts workshop and one part living area, she began cranking out weapon after weapon. Some were failures, but the ones that worked sold very well. From her empty and old warehouse, she built a small empire held up by her illegal weapons trade and hid it behind the front of being just a business that sold appliances.

Meeting Her Father Again
After having settled down into Stormwind, Pitkin renewed her goal of killing her father. Hiring investigators to search for him, she eventually received information that her father was staying in Gadgetzan. Putting her business on hiatus, she quickly packed her bags and hitched a ride to Kalimdor.

Making her way all the way to Tanaris, she braved the unforgiving desert until she finally arrived at Gadgetzan. Bribing the already corrupt officials, she was given free passage to rip her father out of the city into the desert where she could then kill him. However, when she arrived at her father's home, she discovered something that she had not expected at all.

It turned out that her father had started a new family - he had a new wife and also a baby.

What happened after she had made that discovery was a blur. Her only memories of the ordeal up to a certain point were hazy. While she can go over how she had dragged them into the desert, killed the wife, tortured her father, eventually killing him and draining him of his soul, she can never really go into the specifics.

It was only after she had killed the both of them, that she was left with no one else to turn to besides her father and that other woman's baby. In an act of mercy that was rather uncharacteristic of her, she spared the baby and returned to Ironforge so that she could place him in the orphanage. Whether he comes back to bite her in the ass is something she heavily doubts. He was just a baby when she slaughtered his parents after all.

Going back to her father - she had drained his soul and created a soul shard out of it. Even now, she keeps the soul shard, intent on finding a way to permanently destroy his soul.

Returning to City Life
The transition from Tanaris back to Stormwind went by like a breeze for her. Nothing was different. Nothing besides the fact that she no longer had any goals to work towards. Continuing on with her business, she began to pour everything into it in an attempt to fill the empty void in her life.

Not only did she continue to work on her business, she also began to study more dark magic, believing that educating herself would also help to fill the new emptiness she felt after killing her father.

Her efforts in studying dark magic did not go unnoticed, however, and she soon found herself being inducted into the Black Harvest.

Joining the Black Harvest
Joining the Black Harvest, Pitkin slowly slid back into obscurity. Wanting to just focus on her work, it took a long time until she opened up to her fellow Harvest members. As she continued to open up, she began to feel a sense of belonging - a feeling that she had never felt before in her life.

She did jobs for the Black Harvest, like repairing and upgrading a fel reaver. While she put passion into every gadget, weapon and appliance she builds, the fel reaver project was truly a passion project. She poured her everything into it and it shows. The Black Harvest is currently walking around with a weapon of mass destruction.

She even got into duels, despite her usual no stupid risk attitude, fighting Hugo Renfield and then Nihil Vinemaker and winning both encounters. Not only did winning boost her pride, but it also humbled her at the same time. Ever since then, she has been even more determined in her studies.

The Founding of T.R Adventure Corps
Growing even more amibitious, she began to build more factories all across the Eastern Kingdoms to fulfill the demands for her products on the public and black market. Her rapid expansion did not go unnoticed and due to her impulsive plans to grow, she became the victim of attacks and raids from several other groups that wanted her out. To combat this, she founded a mercenary group to protect her assets and to also annihilate the groups who threatened her place in the Eastern Kingdoms.

Not soon after seeing just how successful these mercenaries were at destroying her enemies, she then pushed them to take more interestined jobs, jobs that piqued her interest more so than protected her assets. She sent them out to recover artifacts, hunt for new sources of inspirations for her inventions and also to start carving her spot in the markets of Kalimdor, which she planned to expand into next.

It was then that she finally came up with a name for this mercenary group: T.R Adventure Corps. The name itself was to make the group look appealing in advertising, putting emphasis on adventure and very comfortable working conditions. This worked marvelously and T.R Adventure Corps became a group known for recruiting elite individuals, providing a healthy stream of jobs and paying very handsomely.

A Spark of Empathy
Having grown to become a successful businesswoman and a perceptive investor, Pitkin continued to grow financially, buying out her competitors over time, turning her once meagre hold on the market, both the legal and the black market, into a monopoly.

She had become a success story, going from literal rags to riches.

Still, with all her focus put into business, she lost a side to her, her more emotional side which she had snuffed out in order to become as powerful and wealthy as she is today. It was during one cold day in December that a particularly memorable conversation with an orphaned child on the street left Pitkin with a more complex motive in life. Having had no one else but herself, she had long forgotten that other people around her had actual depth to them.

Having remembered that and also her past as an orphan, she knew exactly of the hardships that orphaned and homeless children had to go through. It could be described that in that moment, she had a small, little spark of empathy. She was already sending money to her stepfather's child back when she had orphaned her by killing both the child's mother and father, so what was one or two or ten or a hundred or maybe even a thousand more?

Buying some land in Old Town, she created a fine establishment, a foundation that focused on increasing the quality of life for children in orphanages by providing better food and accomodations, expanding them to allow for more to live there, along with providing the money required for them to receive an education or an apprenticeship.

All this had started when that one child reminded her of her roots: that she was also an orphan and unlike many others, she had actually rised above and 'made it'. The conclusion she came to after that was that since she made it, she was going to do as much as she could to help others like her make it as well.

The Turf War
When Pitkin's weapons business began to finally settle after having spread itself across almost all of the Eastern Kingdoms, it was targeted by a Goblin organization intent on getting their own weapons into the Eastern Kingdom black markets. They first attacked her caravans, forcing her to hire more mercenaries to keep them secured and then they began launching assaults on her factories. Luckily for her, their numerous attacks were thwarted by several members of T.R Adventure Corps.

Not one to simply take it without dishing out something back, Pitkin began to launch her own attacks on the Goblin organization, which had made itself known as Blitz Company. Pitkin first began her counter-attack by sending two of her freelancers to blow up their start-up factory in Stranglethorn, putting a quick end to their growth into the Eastern Kingdoms.

Without their land based base of operations, they only had the ships left. They were easily dealt with once Pitkin made several deals with several crews. It was around the coast of the Burning Steppes that Pitkin and her team, along with the crew she had hired, faced against the leader of this attack, an obese Goblin named Jek Blitzbang. Taking over his ship, Pitkin and her team faced off against him on the bottom floor of his ship; he tried to fend them off with a gatling gun by his last stand quickly ended when Pitkin blew his head off with one of her soul shards. With him dead, the attack on Twistrocket Industries by Blitz Company was finally over.

Also Lilyana got to keep the gatling gun.

A Sudden Confession
Having loosened up somewhat after creating her charity organization and killing off the biggest threat to her business, Pitkin became just a tiny bit friendlier to those that she employed, mainly her mercenaries, since those are the individuals that she actually speaks to the most face to face. Madisa, a Draenei woman who had been working for Pitkin for about a year, noticed this and hatched her plan; the plan to build up the nerve and actually confess her feelings for the, small yet powerful, woman.

Pitkin had been a bit wary when Madisa had asked her to meet her over some coffee and had been even warier when the Draenei woman had wanted to have several more meetings. However, she relented, figuring that it was good to finally bond with one of her most loyal freelancers.

It was on one of these meetings that Madisa finally confessed.

And as a result, Pitkin's world was then suddenly turned upside down.

In the good way.

The Master Trial
Having been in the Black Harvest for quite a while during this point in her life, she gained quite the bit of notoriety as a skillful warlock and user of the dark arts. Piquing the interest of several of the grandmasters, she was selected to participate in the next master trial. Having suspected that something like that would happen, Pitkin had actually prepared herself before-hand.

During the trial, Pitkin was assigned two Black Harvest acolytes to assist her. Her opponent was a terrifying creature, a twisted combination of shadow and death magic who had been granted the name Xavek by its creator. Unlike previous master trial participants, Pitkin controlled her acolytes by binding their souls to her instead of giving them vocal orders; this gave her quite the edge in her fight against Xavek.

Sadly those two acolytes died terrible deaths, with the first one falling into the void and the other one literally having his flesh melted off of his body. Thankfully, their deaths served Pitkin well; the latter acolyte who died second had 'sacrificed' his life in order to create a barrier that held just long enough for Pitkin to deliver the final, devastating blow that finally destroyed Xavek.

However, Xavek left her a gift just before he was killed: a magic bomb that held enough power not only destroy her but also the arena itself. Being the quicker thinker that she is, Pitkin used her large amassment of soul shards to create a temporary floating platform that she used to keep herself from falling into the void after jumping into a hole in the arena created earlier by one of Xavek's spells. Avoiding the magic bomb, she then re-entered the arena and celebrated her victory.

Still, she had not left the arena that day completely unscathed. Having been exposed to some sort of void-based magic toxin during the fight, she not only suffered terrible hallucinations while under its effects but the toxin would also lower her overall resistance to void magic, specifically the mind tampering elements related to it, resulting in her having terrible nightmares whenever she slept in bed with her lover, Madisa.

Approached by the Kirin Tor
As the war between the Alliance and the Horde began to pick up again, Pitkin was approached by an official of the Kirin Tor, a sly looking man by the name of Salazar Demes, who also happens to be related to Gazoreth Demes. He had reached out to her in order to ask for her help in disrupting the Azerite black market. She agreed, reluctantly at first, due to the contract stating that she could not use any of the Azerite herself to create weapons, but was quickly won over when Gazoreth promised her five thousand gold pieces for each half ton of Azerite delivered or ten thousand gold pieces for a ton.

The task seemed easy at first, as the only known Azerite source at that point was right in Silithus; it became incredibly difficult once Azerite began to pop up all over Azeroth, which made the black market much more difficult to control. Having bought some time for herself by giving away some of the Azerite she had amassed from several successful raids against Horde caravans, she began to plan on which key sellers to take out first and which of her freelancers would be the best for such dangerous assignments.

On a side note: because the contract between Salazar and her prohibited her from using Azerite to create weapons, she started to branch out into other combat oriented devices she could sell that would not constitute as weapons — a first for her.

Not wanting to start off making new things with Azerite, she went back to her fel weaponry expertise and created the Deployable Fel Barrier, which has since become a hit among fellow Black Harvest members and magic inclined buyers.

The Deadwind Pass Revival Project
Not long after the Kirin Tor approached her, Pitkin was approached by Hugo Renfield who came to her with a proposition of his own: in exchange for twenty-five thousand gold pieces, he would grant her a barony in his future duchy, along with the title of baroness. Being the ambitious person that she is, Pitkin quickly agreed, first informally and then officially after signing a contract with him.

While Hugo had explained all the wonderful benefits and how amazing it would be to bring life back into Deadwind Pass, all Pitkin really cared about was the location of the land she was going to get, how much land it actually was and how much influence she would have after becoming a baroness.

Her plan is to streamline her entire manufacturing process by putting resource gathering, manufacturing and importing/exporting all in one place where she can control everything. Also, she plans to create a nice home for her lover and her to stay in.

=Trivia =

"Despite being myself, I'm sure there are people out there who know more about me than me."

- Pitkin Twistrocket


 * Her birthday is on May 31st.
 * She thinks dogs are the best animals.
 * Pitkin's favourite colour is purple. She hates the colour orange.
 * Her favourite dish is Dwarven style bear-steaks, smothered in sausage gravy, paired with roasted carrots and eaten with a tall mug of ale.
 * Her favourite food is her mother's honey cookies.
 * Her favourite drink is apple cider.
 * Her favourite snack is popcorn with chocolate and raisins.
 * She likes her eggs medium boiled.
 * Her favourite smell is fresh-brewed coffee.
 * She is a total coffee snob.
 * Her least favourite food is liver.
 * She likes pie more than cake.
 * She bites ice cream.
 * The majority of her diet is made up of conjured bread and water.
 * She dips her cookies into orange juice like the weirdo she is.
 * Her favourite flavour of ice cream is mint chocolate.
 * Her weight seems to have increased somewhat after Madisa moved in with her. This may be because of all the home-cooked meals.
 * She is incredibly insecure about her bust size.
 * Because of her small bust, she does not wear a bra.
 * She hates physically exerting herself and is incredibly out of shape; to the point where a short run will leave her winded.
 * She is bisexual.
 * Her hobbies are tinkering and playing darts.
 * Her voice reference is Agnete Kjølsrud, who you may know is the singer of the song 'Get Jinxed'. Here is her regular speaking voice: Voice Reference.
 * She is fluent in Gnomish, Dwarven and Common. She knows the basics of most other languages due to doing business with a variety of different races.
 * She really likes people with short hair; male or female.
 * She has a height fetish.
 * She may also have a fetish for hooves that manifested as a result of her current lover being a Draenei.
 * Her preferred book genre is science.
 * Surprisingly enough, she enjoys slapstick humour.
 * She does not really like music.
 * She has been shot a total of four times. Once in the arm, twice in the same lung and one just under her left shoulder-blade.
 * She thinks and writes in Gnomish.
 * Her preferred demon is the imp.
 * She hates felhounds because she knows just how terrifying they are.
 * She has a photographic memory.
 * She is ambidextrous.
 * She enjoys collecting powerful trinkets and artifacts.
 * When stressed out, she calms herself down by counting multiples of three.
 * She makes her own cigarettes.
 * While she does not like to use guns, she is actually a very good shot.
 * She has a collection of arclight spanners and she has named all of them.
 * Despite her rather punk girl appearance, she has a very traditional and classical view on romance.
 * She does not like cursing or people who curse.
 * She is incredibly pale and wishes she could tan, but instead, she just burns.
 * Her first ever invention was a hat that automatically fed its user with food and drinks. There were multiple combinations like cookies and milk, chocolate and wine, doughnuts and coffee, dried meat and beer, etc.
 * Some other notable inventions of hers would be fel grenades, spider mines, and a heat-seeking rocket system.
 * She has no respect for goblins.
 * Goblins are the only race that she will not deal with.
 * Among the races of the Alliance, she dislikes the Tushui Pandaren the most.
 * She has a total of eleven piercings: four on her face, one on her tongue, one on each ear, etc
 * Pitkin gets all the souls for her soul shards from convicted murderers that she purchases from corrupt officials of towns all over the Kingdom of Stormwind.
 * Pitkin hates puns.
 * She hates nicknames.
 * She gets cold quite easily, which is why she wears so much clothing even during the summer.
 * Her favourite season is spring because she likes the smell of flowers.
 * Pitkin has five fingers on each hand. How strange.
 * She has no idea that she is not one-hundred per cent gnome.
 * She uses the same logo for all the companies and organizations that she owns. This is because she loves it so much.

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=Author's Notes =

Thank you so much for taking the time to peruse Pitkin's wiki page and an even bigger thank you to those that actually took the time to read all of it! I hope you enjoyed!

I would just like to say that keeping this page updated can get really difficult sometimes, since writer's block is a thing. I feel like we have all been there. Anyways... I think that is pretty much it! I hope you have a wonderful day now!

As of right now, I'm currently trying to fill this wiki page with more artwork by Abang. He is my preferred artist at the moment and I pretty much love every piece I have ever commissioned from him. If any of you are particularly interested, I wrote some short stories for the pieces... Here.