I called her "Omingmak" and of course she's number one, being the only piece of rolling stock for the railway, other than a pair of rock wagons. In fact as far as the railway's fictional history goes, she's still in a crate on a ship from England, since there's no permanent way and no actual railway. When the funding is in order, the engine will be working on a small scenic seaside railway yet-to-be named, pulling a swift sixteen half-observation coach (yet to be purchased) and two rock wagons, for some incidental light freight.
Anyway, some may not like "Omingmak" or even be able to pronounce it. Well, try pronouncing some of those Welsh names. Just as difficult. "Omingmak" is, in the Inuvialuktun language, the word for a weird animal that runs around near where I live, called a "musk ox". It's like a prehistoric goat.
Here is a picture of one:

Here is the locomotive with her new name and number:
See the resemblance? No? Well, I can. The Omingmak is ancient, powerful, resilient, and, let's face it, smelly, and in the winter its breath snorts out like steam from its nostrils. Very steam engine-like, if you ask me, and it's my engine so I can name it whatever I like.
