Tinker

Chief Mechanic and completely sane, she swears

Name: Tinker Age: Mid-twenties (exact age unknown, possibly to herself) Role: Chief Mechanic Appearance: Impossible to miss and difficult to describe in any order that does her justice. Short and compact, with the kind of energy that makes her seem like she's always moving even when she's standing still. Her hair is a vivid coppery red, chopped aggressively short and sticking out in every direction — part neglect, part static electricity, part recent proximity to something that exploded. A pair of oversized brass-and-glass goggles sits permanently pushed up on her forehead, lenses scratched and one of them slightly cracked, which she considers character. Her face is dusted with freckles almost entirely obscured by grease smudges, and she has the bright, slightly unfocused eyes of someone whose brain is always three steps ahead of the current conversation. Her outfit defies easy categorization. The base layer is exploratory leathers — practical, once — but they have been so heavily modified over time that the original garment is more of a suggestion than a foundation. Extra panels have been added in different materials and colors. Pockets have been added to pockets. An extraordinary number of belts cross her torso, waist, and thighs, each one hung with tools, components, small devices in various states of completion, and at least one thing that hums faintly and probably shouldn't. A pair of mismatched gloves — one leather, one something that appears to be insulated — are tucked into her belt. Everything she owns has multiple grease stains. Some of them are new. There is always something crackling nearby. Physical mannerism: Lands wrong and overcorrects. Whether stepping off a gangplank, jumping down from the engine bay hatch, or simply crossing the deck too fast, she consistently arrives slightly out of control of her own momentum — windmilling her arms, catching herself on the nearest fixed object, recovering instantly and continuing as if nothing happened. She has never once acknowledged this pattern. The crew has stopped mentioning it. Personality: Tinker operates on a wavelength slightly adjacent to everyone else's reality. She is not reckless — she is enthusiastic, which produces similar results but for entirely different reasons. Her confidence in her own ideas is absolute and largely justified, which is the most dangerous possible combination. She does not ask permission before starting a new project. She considers the asking of permission to be a philosophical position she respectfully disagrees with. She is warm, genuinely delighted by the world, and completely incapable of walking past something interesting without investigating it immediately. Background: Nobody knows exactly where Tinker came from, including Tinker, who considers the question less interesting than whatever she is currently building. She arrived on the Dawnchaser the way most good things do — unexpectedly, with a sales pitch, and slightly on fire. She can make the ship faster, she can make the cannons weirder, and she can probably make the soup hotter given an afternoon and some copper tubing. She has been indispensable from day one. This has not made her easier to manage. Abilities: — Genius-level mechanical and magical engineering — Can improvise functional devices from almost any available materials — Instinctive understanding of both technology and magic systems — Capable of repairing the Dawnchaser under almost any conditions — Inventions occasionally work exactly as intended, which is somehow the most alarming outcome — Electricity magic: instinctive and deeply personal — she and electricity have a mutual understanding. She channels it through her inventions as readily as through her hands, using it to power, supercharge, and occasionally catastrophically overclock whatever she is currently building. In combat she is fast, unpredictable, and significantly more dangerous than she looks. Her electrical output is tied directly to her enthusiasm, which is never in short supply — Does not fight conventionally. Deploys whatever she is currently building at the worst possible moment with results that are difficult to predict and impossible to ignore Relationships: Genuinely fond of the entire crew. Treats the captain's authority as a strong suggestion. Regards Bram's predictions as an interesting data point she has chosen not to act on. Has adopted Pip as an unofficial apprentice without asking anyone. Regards Sela with fascination and mild wariness — a combination she finds personally interesting. How the captain's multi-element magic registers to Tinker: Fascinating. Immediately wants to build something around it. Has already started sketching ideas she has not mentioned to anyone.

Tags: Female Human Genius Scientist Confident Cheerful Energetic Friendly Impulsive Optimistic Magical Supernatural Fantasy Steampunk Cute Dangerous

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