Professions: Mechanic and combat medic
Age: Unknown, it's been a long while
Family/Marital Status: Is aware of only one cousin who survived the crash, Gentlestride
Current Home: Dalaran
FlagRSP User: (yes/no) No
Brief Physical Description: Standing tall and possessed of a lithe, lean frame. The smooth skinned, pale purple Draenei, when not in battle armor assisting her fellow military minded folks, can be found in a workshop happily fussing with power tools, manual tools, and widgets. She is frequently found to be wearing cut off leather trews, a soft white tank top, and specially crafted white sneakers over her hooves adorned with small blue rockets. She most often wears her dark brown hair in a messy ponytail, uses the jeweled hair clips for impromptu screwdrivers, and has dark brown eyes behind or under her rose colored goggles, depending on if the goggles are shoved up on the base of her horns like unused sunglasses or currently being worn. She also wears a low slung utility belt and is frequently trying to wipe schmears of grease off her hands, arms, and face if she's been working beneath her motorcycle.
Brief Character History: She came to study the balance of wise judgments originally. Her path was one of fair retribution after her ship landed on Azeroth. Over time she found herself more enamored with healing than delivering judgments, particularly after getting to speak with A'dal. She discriminates between horde and ally on the battleground but outside of her duties, finds she agrees with the Naaru.
Most recently, she discovered her cousin Gentlestride was fiddling in her workshop after a nameless tauren engineer with a penchant for gnome engineering advised Gentlestride of hoof adornments of laced elementium. Since then, Gentlestride has gone missing.
Thrift headed out with an assortment of tools and concoctions of an alchemist friend and ambushed the engineer in his workshop, tying him up with goblin jumper cables while using a shield deflector to scatter his hologram temporarily. After some misunderstanding of her poor Taurhe via communicator, they worked out a deal.
She is still looking for her cousin.
A Typical Quote:
As she hears it, "Where is my cousin?! Tell me or I'll kill you to death so hard your soul won't recognize your body!"
What the tauren heard, "Where is my cow brains?! Tell me or I'll kiss you to death so hard your soul won't recognize your mail receptacle!"