Name: Annabelle McFly<br/>Age: 26<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Job:  Mechanic/ Flying Machine Engineer<br/><br/>Strength: Good<br/>Dexterity: Good<br/>Intelligence: Great<br/>Health: fair<br/><br/>Appearance:  good<br/>Charisma: <fair<br/>Constitution: Fair<br/>Dexterity: Good<br/>hit Points: fair<br/>Intelligence" Great<br/>Luck: fair<br/>Magical Aptitude: <fair<br/>Mass: Fair<br/>Perception: great<br/>Size: 5'5"<br/>Speed: fair-good<br/>status: level 0<br/>strength: good<br/>Wealth: <fair<br/>willpower: great<br/><br/>“It’s probably gonna be about five pounds to fix this anywhere else”  She said, pulling her goggles to the top of her head as she pulled her body out of the engine of a Zeppelin parked at the southern dock.  She ruffled her hair as she contemplated the price she would give.  No doubt she was in demand….she was one of the best…but then again...she was a woman…she had to price competitively. “I’ll strike you a deal...three and a half pounds.”  She nodded, knowing the job would only leave her only a pound until her next job.  That sucked.<br/><br/>At least on that kind of money, she wouldn’t get so fat as to not fit into an engine.<br/><br/>Annabelle McFly, the one sore thumb in a line of business owners and doctors.  Good wives, better sons….Great Uncle Atticus McFly had even worked on creating a more efficient Zeppelin model, Great Aunt Andrea McFly was married into a fortune.<br/><br/>Annabelle McFly was the family outcast who had shamed them all when she said she wanted to fix zeppelins.<br/><br/>Always a good student, she was right at the top of her classes in high school…keeping up with the boys in chemistry and sciences.  Her ‘art’ composed of designs of engines…not ballet scenes, and her best dancing?  How to wriggle around a firing piston without losing a limb.  She was a great daughter.<br/><br/>Alfred McFly was the  father of only daughters…good daughters who were educated and made his wallet slim with their dowry’s,  Annabelle’s especially.  She was crass, drank in pubs, and always had a little smudge of engine grease lining her cheek.  Yes…a large dowry for his youngest daughter.<br/><br/>At least she could do one female thing though, her flight suit had patches that would make the homeless envious of her style.  She could sew…and that was good, be it her smock, or her arm that needed stitching it.<br/><br/>She could sometimes call home for help when money got tight, but her father was becoming reluctant to help her further.  The goal was to marry her off and make her subservient to a man’s world.<br/><br/>Subservient huh?  “I’ll take half today and half  when you pick it up”  She nodded, pulling out the money box she kept in her tool case.  She smiled as the rare notes came to her waiting, gloved hands, in exchange for a contract.  Her eyes were alive as the fountain pen scratched the precious signature over the parchment.  “thank you sir”<br/><br/>