So as I’ve mentioned, my new character has been lacking in both a name and a history.
While a suitable moniker still eludes me, I do have a rough ‘recent history’ imagined.
Picture yourself in a dimly lit saloon. A table of steampunk characters gather by the fire, military folk, airship mechanics and the odd wanderer. All look tired and worse for wear. When asked for her tale, a woman with an armoured limb drinks from her glass of whisky, and begins to speak…
“As with so many of those present, my tale is not entirely pleasant…
I am a designer and seamstress by trade. However one cannot survive this constant warring without some martial ability, so I enlisted as military outfitter and gunner upon a fine airship.
Sadly we were beset upon by a beastly band of sky pirates. In that night of havoc and bloodshed many a good man fell, the weaker spirits among our crew turning against their fellows. I escaped the fight with my life, but the ship, and the use of my right arm, were lost…
…Ah but life goes on my friends… while tending my wounds in an establishment not unlike this, a gentleman approached me. A mysterious fellow clad in a leather apron. ‘The Steamsmith’ he called himself.
He spoke of an armour to return the use of my arm, to improve it even. I was too far in my cups I suppose, and accompanied him to his workshop, although I knew nought of his background and even less of his moral standing.
The Steamsmith was a good as his word. When the fog of liquor lifted, he was already at work. My arm, strapped to a table, was being outfitted with a leather brace and armour – controlled by the very nerves I believed useless. The work continued for some days, the pain almost unbearable as he connected armour with flesh.
Once his work was complete, and the worst of the pain was past, I found his creation worked. The use of my arm is returned to me (along with a somewhat more powerful right hook I must say). soon the Steamsmith will outfit me with a gun, the likes of which have never been seen before. While I long to return to my work and proper society, I have yet to find a crew in need of my skills.
And that, dear fellows, is my tale. I hope it did not bore you, and I raise a toast to our comrades lost to the pirate scourge we battle.”