Magdalyn von Sapontheim, heir to the Count von Sapontheim. Since birth, you have been trained to be a noble, to take over your families estate and continue their legacy. At least, that was the hope. Your trainers early noticed certain oddities about you. After a consultation with a priest of Sigmar and a Green Wizard, you were deemed non-Mutant, but the stigmata never left. You have trouble with people, but not with machines. Machines are easy to understand, not like your mothers ladies-in-waiting or your noble peers. No hidden daggers, no sharp tongues, just the surety of steel.
Your mother bore another child, a son, meaning you are no longer the primary heir and can be bypassed. Still, your parents care about you in their own way, so they've managed to get you a place in the Imperial College of Engineering. It's also a way to get you far away and unlikely to embarrass the family at formal events again.
You enter the rented townhouse set aside for student housing, bearing your trunk and related baggage. You stow it in an open room, and begin unpacking. Setting aside your clothes, you place your parents present on the desk in pride of place. It's:
[]A repeater pistol
[]A set of fine watchmakers tools
[]A copy of Leonardo da Miragliano writings
As you're unpacking a thunderous stomping ascends the stairs of the townhouse, as though a whole herd of horses were stampeding. The door to your room slams open and a tall, muscular woman with wild red hair enters. She momentarily stops, seeing you, then grins. "Well," she booms, "it seems I finally have a roommate! I'm Ingrid Faulkenhausen, who might you be?"
You make your introductions, or at least, you attempt to follow your tutors teaching for a proper introduction to another noble. You don't think you mess it up, and Ingrid doesn't seem confused, so you count that as a win. Ingrid speaks up, "You're a noble then? I'm a burghers daughter myself. Da managed to find me a scholarship. I've always been good with my hands. What about you, what brings you to the Imperial College?"
"Machines make sense," you say simply. Ingrid grins and nods.
Pick three:
[]Early calculus
[]animeschoolgirl.jpg
[]Ingrid drags you to a bar
[]Altdorf exploration
[]Chattin' in Latin
[]Dueling club