Full Name: Mayden Korran Chemised (Madie)
Like all Warforged, Mayden (then known as B17-17) was built for war. She was built in one of the now dismantled creation forges of Thrane as one of their many masses of fleets heavily utilized during the Last War. The Thrane creationists had constructed a new concept to maximize damage potential. They utilized the smaller more compact form of the Scout design and built in via immersion training an extensive knowledge of Alchemy. These smaller units were able to be transported in bulk. Utilizing their bomb, poison, splash damage and potion expertise they made a formidable opponent from short distances. These Warforged were shipped to the front line and were usually released into the middle of enemy encampments (when possible ).
During one of the transit transfers to the front lines 1 of the squad shipments went missing having been “stolen” and shipped to assist in the Aundair war efforts instead. This was apparently done by an anonymous wealthy political patron of Aundair. Having arrived and given new instruction, B17-17 was sent to the front lines of Aundair to become their first division B-17, bombardier tier.
She had been built with an innate curiosity for pyrotechnics, explosions and all things flammable. So when the war was over she found work among the southern reaches of Zilargo with the Gnomes at The Library of Korranberg. There, she assisted in expanding their research in the field of alchemy and it’s logistical use on the battlefield. B17-17 had always found herself fascinated with energy of all kinds, so she often used this opportunity to learn about additional energy types. Always a zealous student, she just knew that she would find her true purpose through educating herself at one of their elite colleges. However, after 2 years of free hard work she was informed that the colleges would not currently accept one of “her kind”. Heart broken, discouraged, and confused she set out to find someone who could help convince the collegiate Deans to change the rules… not just for her, but all of her kind. Warforged are such an untapped source of knowledge, that it was simply illogical to not utilize their nearly infinite memories.
“Breathers”: She is neutral towards humans and other humanoids. She has had just about as much negative interactions with them as positive ones.
She felt fortunate that the Gnomes treated her well to indifferent which is about the most she could have hoped for. Being lovers of all magic, many there greeted her mild obsession with energy with open minds. In many ways they improved her both physically and mentally. They urged her to take a name, she selected the name Mayden Zilargo Chemised identifying most with Zilargo as her “home”. Unfortunately, as soon as she felt the warmth of some acceptance she found out she was rejected, dejected. Brutally discovering the layers of deceit commonly found in many humanoid types.
Personality: Mayden only really believes in no regrets. Sure, she was built as an instrument of war… but she’s here now and happier for it and making the best of a seemingly bad situation. She’s a bit wild, impulsive, eccentric and eternally optimistic.
Habits: Sometimes in the darkest hours of the night she’ll create the smallest little spark of electricity and for hours just sit, stare and play with it. Similar to how you would expect a cat to act playing with a mouse or piece of string.
Appearance: She is made mostly of black wrought iron and a hard cherry wood with glowing blue eyes. She weighs 70 pounds, measures 3"1", her mostly featureless face is surrounded by clumps of frazzled wires. It appears that she is constant smiling from her mouth design. She looks a bit unusual covered in bottles wherever she can fit them. She wears a belt that attaches on both sides of her thigh. Tied to her belt, straps, boots and cloak are nearly every potion you could imagine in a plethora of colors. Her belt, and cloak with built in pockets are particularly brimming with potions, vials and the like.