Appearance:



Background:

Born in the city of Telzutub, Winwiggie never had the upbringing his native kin in the wilderness would have had - and lacks the knowledge and skills he would need to survive in the woods of his own world. His family were tinkerers, tailors, inventors. His entire clan was handy in the production and repair of anything a household would need, and many of the races of the large city relied on the Moonby-Clan for their household goods.

When little by little Humans started to file into the city and brought their technology with them, Winwiggie was enthralled. It didn't take long for him to make friends with one of the engineers traveling to his land and he soaked up any knowledge he could with regards to engineering, mechanics, phyiscs, and the sciences that make these things work.

His friend quickly realised the advantages Winwiggies fast, nimble body and fingers had with the more fiddly work that his job entailed, and they quickly became a tight team.

Under the tutelage of the German, Winwiggie developed knack for building the most wonderful (or weird, or impossibly complex) creations - they would function, but once they did, he lost interest, and moved on, often without any feel or idea what his inventions would or could do - much to the Human's friends' delight, as they could fool him into building what THEY wanted, without him realising what he was actually building them.

It was that usefulness of him, that when the Germans arrived in large numbers, his ability to understand their language, and his talents, they convinced him - thanks to his friend going - to join them on the trek to Neuheim. Gullible and Naive in the ways of worldly politics, lack of interest in conflicts, politics, or how social economics worked, Winwiggie only saw his chance of more opportunities to tinker, invent, build and he gladly went with them.

Give him a screw driver, a piece of wire, some gears and moments later you'd hold a mechanical chicken that would lay a time-telling little gear at every full hour.

Your watch was broken? He'd fix it, and it would afterward tell the time, and had a little barometer for potential weather predictions installed as well.

You didn't ask for "improvements" ? Well, you got them anyway. Regardless on whether it was useful, or not.

He was curious about anything that moved, had a crack, was shiny, could function, shouldn't function,... He'd overhear a snippet of anything in that vein, and he was off, focusing his capacities on that one pursuit - until the next interesting tidbit came along.

Until his focus was interrupted by yet another distraction, he MUST have (or build) his object of desire. No matter the cost. His nimble fingers stealthily were able to snatch and hide things, thievery one of the many ways he would "obtain" what he needed.

However, due to his scatterbrained nature, his curious meanderings were many. His distractions were manifold, and his projects often were functional, but definitely not beautifully designed, nor easy on the eyes and often had an unfinished look to them.

The Germans quickly gave him the nickname "Spitz" - half as a joke, half as a nod to his looks. When he found something of interest, he often had the curious, eager look on his face like a Spitz-Dog - but the word also meant a person who was very clever, cunning, and streetsmart - which Winwiggie was certainly NOT.