Tink Fizzleforge
Info
Name: Tink Fizzleforge
Race: Earth Genasi
Class: Artificer/Cleric/Wizard
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Backstory
Tink Fizzleforge was born in the quiet town of Gritstone, nestled at the foot of an ancient mountain range. As a child, he was drawn to the earth itself—he felt the vibrations of stone, the pull of metal, and the warmth of the forge like a second heartbeat. His parents were skilled blacksmiths, but Tink always knew he was meant for something more than just the hammer and anvil. The materials spoke to him, and the magic within them was undeniable. At the age of 14, Tink’s parents knew that he was gifted and had a talent that needed to be nourished. They enrolled him at the prestigious academy of Warden’s Order of Research and Mysteries in the city of Neverwinter. This academy was known throughout the land for its teachings and innovations, where brilliant minds and skilled students travel from afar to attend this notorious Academy. Tink found his calling at the academy by blending his metal craftsmanship and innovations that he learned from his parents with the divine power of Moradin, the god of the forge, into his mindful creations. Tink was an eager apprentice, working under the guidance of Altharion Veylen, a wise and seasoned Headmaster. He knew how to tap into the skills of the students and make their talents shine. Altharion taught Tink not only the finer points of enchanting and smithing but also how to tap into the divine fire that powered the forges of Moradin. Under Altharion's tutelage, Tink honed his skills, quickly earning the trust of his mentor and the respect of his peers. While studying at the academy, Tink often took on odd jobs in the nearby villages—repairing tools, crafting enchanted armor for the local militia, and creating custom items for anyone in need. His reputation spread, and the people in the surrounding towns relied on his quick and skillful work. These odd jobs gave Tink the opportunity to apply his knowledge in the real world and earn enough gold to support his studies.
Bonding Event/Controlled Chaos
Nyx stood at the edge of the Academy’s courtyard, watching as Burton and Zalanis disappeared down the road, their figures growing smaller against the horizon. She clenched her fists, her tail flicking behind her with frustration. They were adventuring. Seeing the world. Living the kind of life she had dreamed of since she was a child. And she was still here.
"Watching them leave isn’t gonna make it any better, you know." Nyx turned to see Tink, arms crossed, a knowing smile on his rocky face. The earth genasi had never been one for wandering—not that he couldn’t if he wanted to. He just seemed content here, always working on new creations, always buried in his blueprints. Nyx wished she had that kind of peace. "I should be out there," she muttered, arms tightening across her chest. "I want to be. But I know I can’t. Not like this." Tink raised an eyebrow. "Because of your rage?"
Nyx exhaled sharply. "I can barely control it here, in a safe place. What happens if I lose it out there?" She shook her head, her frustration burning hotter. "I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt them." Tink was quiet for a moment, then a slow grin spread across his face. "Well," he said, "maybe you just need practice." Nyx frowned. "Practice?"
Before she could ask what he meant, Tink grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward his workshop. "Alright," Tink said, tightening the last bolt on his newest contraption. "This should be perfect." Nyx eyed the strange, humanoid-looking metal figure standing in front of her. It was cobbled together with spare parts, gears clicking softly in its chest. "What is this?" she asked skeptically. Tink grinned. "A sparring dummy. But this one fights back." He grabbed a small remote and pressed a button.
The dummy suddenly whirred to life, its arms snapping into a battle stance. Nyx took a step back. "Tink—" "Come on, Nyx," he interrupted, setting the remote down. "You say you can’t control your rage? Let’s test that. If you go overboard, it’s just metal. No harm done." She hesitated, heat rising in her chest. "And if I break it?" Tink smirked. "Then I build a better one." Nyx’s heart pounded. She wanted this. She needed this. A chance to fight, to release her pent-up fury, but in a way that wouldn’t put anyone in danger. She exhaled slowly. Then she lunged.
Her first strike was controlled—a simple punch to test the dummy’s reaction. But it countered, twisting with mechanical precision to block her attack. A thrill ran through Nyx. This was real. It was fighting back. She struck again. Harder. Faster. The heat inside her flared, her vision tinged red, but she kept herself aware. Kept herself present. Every time she felt her rage bubbling over, she forced herself to breathe, to redirect, to channel it into something precise instead of wild.
Minutes passed, sweat slicking her skin, until finally—CRASH! The dummy flew back, landing in a pile of scrap metal. The workshop fell silent except for the sound of Nyx’s heavy breathing. She looked at Tink, expecting disappointment. Instead, he was grinning. "See? You can control it." Nyx blinked, her heart still racing. She looked down at her fists, then back at the broken dummy. "I... I did it." Tink clapped her on the back. "And next time? We’ll try something even tougher." For the first time in a long while, Nyx felt something other than jealousy, other than longing. She felt hope.
Division Event/A Workshop in Chaos
The workshop is in disarray—tools scattered everywhere, gears clicking together like a symphony of impending doom, and the faint hum of arcane power in the air. Tink, an Armorer Artificer, is kneeling before a sleek, unfinished suit of powered armor—his finest work yet, designed to protect and enhance him in combat. The suit is a masterpiece, built with a rare, shimmering material he spent months and years researching and sourcing. It has intricate, glowing runes etched into its surface, pulsing with the promise of power. Tink looks over it lovingly, making the final adjustments, when he hears a loud, obnoxious thunk followed by a familiar, carefree voice.
Burt: "Hey, Tink! Check out what I found!" Burt, a valor bard fighter, saunters in, his ever-present grin plastered across his face. He's holding a small vial, sloshing with a faintly glowing, dangerous liquid.
Tink (without turning): "Burt, please don't touch anything."
Burt: "Come on, it's harmless! Just a little spark of potential, that's all!"
Tink (eyes narrowing): "What is that? No, no, no! You don't know what you’re doing!"
Ignoring his plea, Burt uncorks the vial with a flourish. The liquid inside hisses as it makes contact with the air, and a strange energy fills the room. Tink’s heart sinks. That’s the material!
Tink (in panic): "Burt, no!"
But it's too late. The liquid splahes onto the super suit, and the runes flare violently. The suit shakes, emitting a strange, discordant screech as the glowing material starts to warp and shift. Sparks fly from the armor’s joints. Tink stands, frozen in horror as the super suit begins to destabilize.
Tink (furious, turning to Burt): "You idiot! That’s Aethalium Essence! You have no idea how rare or how delicate that material is!"
Burt (shrugging): "Relax, Tink. I’m sure it's fine. Just a little infusion of—"
Tink (shouting): "No, you don’t get it! It’s volatile! It can’t just be—"
Suddenly, the super suit explodes with a burst of unstable energy, sending bolts of crackling light arcing around the room. Tink is thrown back against the wall, and Burt’s hair stands on end as the suit disassembles in a flash of chaotic light, parts scattering like debris in a high wind storm.
When the dust settles, Tink is on his knees, his face a mixture of disbelief and rage. The suit is ruined—half of it disintegrated, the other half barely hanging together in a mangled mess of glowing wires and charred metal. The only thing left untouched is the still glowing vial that Burt held.
Tink (through gritted teeth): "You... you completely ruined it."
Burt (hastily): "I didn’t know it would do that! But hey, look at it this way—now you can make something new!"
Tink stands, fists clenched, eyes blazing with fury as he glares at Burt.
Tink: "That was a one-of-a-kind design, Burt. Do you understand how many months and years of research and testing went into that suit? Do you know how long it took me to get my hands on that rare material? It’s not like I can go to the corner store and replenish it."
Burt scratches his head, clearly not grasping the full weight of the destruction he’s caused.
Burt (grinning): "Well, you know, at least it was… flashy!"
Tink’s hand twitches.
Tink (through clenched teeth): "You think this is funny?"
Burt (feigning innocence): "What? You gotta admit, it’s got a little bit of a wow factor, right? I mean, who else can say they’ve seen something that… well, goes boom like that?"
Tink (voice dripping with sarcasm): "Oh, yes. I’m sure I’ll have no trouble at all explaining this to Headmaster Veylen, and everyone else who might have had a vested interest in that suit."
Burt’s grin falters a bit, but he’s still trying to salvage the situation.
Burt: "Okay, okay, look. I get it. You’re upset. I didn’t mean for it to go boom, but hey! We could fix it, right? You’ve got all sorts of gizmos and gadgets. You’re, like, the best artificer and tinkerer I know! No harm done, right?!"
Tink takes a deep breath, trying to contain his rage, but it’s clear he’s not done.
Tink (coldly): "No harm done? You destroyed over a year’s of work, Burt. You ruined something that was going to change everything. Headmaster Veylen was counting on this suit for something big. The only reason you’re still standing here right now is because I’m trying to contain myself."
Burt opens his mouth to say something else but stops when he sees the fury in Tink’s eyes. He takes a step back, Heepishly for the first time.
Burt (quietly): "Tink, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... destroy your work. I just thought it would be… you know, fun."
Tink looks at him, his anger simmering but his voice tinged with disappointment.
Tink (coldly): "That’s just it, Burt. You don’t think through your actions and their consequences. You just “do” what “you” want to do. Sometimes, it’s not about fun or trying to get the laugh. You need to grow up and get serious. This is not a game. It’s about respecting others and having boundaries. You just don't get it, do you?"
The silence in the room hangs heavy, only broken by the faint crackle of ruined components. Tink doesn’t wait for an answer. He begins to walk towards his workbench, grabbing tools and muttering to himself, already planning how he’s going to salvage what little remains of the suit.
Burt (softly, watching his work): "Hey… do you want some music while you work?"
Tink doesn’t answer, but a small spark of a smile flickers on his lips as he picks up a wrench.
Tink (muttering): "I swear, if you start playing that terrible flute again, Burt... I’m going to hit you over the head with this wrench."
Burt (disappointed): "Fine… I get it. I’ll get out of your hair and leave you alone. I really didn’t mean to wreck your suit. I was just looking to give it some flair.”
Tink (sarcastically): "Oh, you gave it more than flair. You set it on fire!"
Defeated, Burt turns around and walks out of Tink’s workshop as Tink begins to pick up the scattered pieces around the room and puts them in a box.
The Headmaster’s Death
However, everything changed one fateful night. Tink had just returned from a long trip to a distant village when he received the news that his beloved mentor, Altharion Veylen, had been murdered. Altharion's body was discovered in his private workshop, a forge gone cold and a set of finely crafted mechanical wings—one of Altharion’s greatest works—smashed beyond recognition. There was no sign of struggle, but a strange, rune-inscribed dagger was found near his body. The dagger’s design was unlike anything Tink had ever seen, and its markings pointed to something dark and forbidden. In the wake of Altharion’s death, Tink became determined to find out who was responsible. His first instinct was that the act was personal—someone with a vendetta against Altharion’s work or against the academy itself. But as he dug deeper, Tink began to suspect something more sinister. Rumors spread that a rival student at the academy—Kaelen Drevorr, an ambitious and cunning human artificer who had always envied Altharion's success—was involved. Kaelen had been a prodigy, often flaunting his own creations, but his methods were often reckless and dangerous, and he held a longstanding grudge against Tink and Altharion for always being one step ahead of him. Kaelen had been working on a project in secret, rumored to involve forbidden magic—perhaps even the resurrection of a long-lost and dangerous technique known as Necromantic Engineering, a form of invention that twisted life and death. Tink knew that Altharion had always warned against dabbling in such magic, and he suspected that Kaelen’s obsession with perfection had driven him to cross a line that should never have been crossed. Now, Tink is more determined than ever to uncover the truth behind Altharion’s death. With his skills as an artificer and his divine connection to Moradin, Tink has begun to search for clues, even if it means going up against Kaelen or others within the academy who may be complicit in the crime. He has also taken up his mentor’s work, continuing to craft and refine the pieces Altharion had started before his untimely death, hoping that by doing so, he might uncover more answers.
Rival
Kaelen Drevorr Human Artificer / Necromancer Kaelen Drevorr is a gifted and ambitious artificer with a long history of competing with Tink for recognition and approval at the academy. While Kaelen’s talents are undeniable, his obsession with perfection and power led him down a dangerous path. Kaelen has been rumored to have dabbled in forbidden magics, and it is suspected that he is responsible for the murder of Altharion Thalver. His creations have become more twisted and dangerous as he seeks to unlock the ultimate secrets of life and death. Whether or not Kaelen is directly responsible for Altharion’s death, Tink believes he has some role to play in the dark conspiracy that now looms over the academy.
After removing the Cult of Vecna from Neverwinter
In the coming days and weeks, Tink doesn’t appear to be himself. Nyx probably senses this the most. He is a changed person after killing his academy nemesis, Kaelen Drevorr. He never felt that much rage and hatred before that drove him to the point to do something that he swore not to do. He was more recluse and become obsessed with learning about Vecna. He feels an obligation to carry on the torch and work of Master Veylen. After all, wasn’t this the “End of the World” scenario that he was preparing us for? Tink turned his recently acquired dwelling from Lord Neverember into his headquarters for his Vecna research. He dedicated a room and put up an old classroom chalkboard and turned it into a detective evidence board, linking the day’s events of the cultists back to Vecna. He stepped down from teaching at the academy claiming that he had a greater calling ahead of him. He helped the academy administration clean up Master Veylen’s office and his belongings, taking anything that might help piecemeal Master Veylen’s protective thoughts into some kind of logical plan. He poured through is notes and papers, read the books that was in his office, and interviewed other professors about their knowledge and lore regarding Vecna. He sought out and interviewed the people that they rescued earlier from the cultists. Eldon Keyword and Sarcelle Malinosh to understand more about the Outer Planes and Umberto Noblin, the historian, about Vecna and the other deities. If it is true that Vecna has returned and he is trying to reshape or manipulate other planes of existence, how do you overcome or stop something like that?