Fooket The Goblin
Feb 5, 2017 0:09:49 GMT
Post by Fooket the Goblin on Feb 5, 2017 0:09:49 GMT
NAME: Fooket The Goblin
GENDER: Male Parts. Take my word for it...please.
AGE: Adult
SPECIES: 1/2 goblin, 1/2 dragon
DESCRIPTION: Tall for a goblin, a full 5 feet, Illie sized, with scraggly black hair and yellow slitted eyes. He is green skinned with dark spots, spots could be dirt we haven't checked. He has crooked sharp teeth and thin lips that hide a floppy forked tongue. His clothes are patchwork leather from goodness knows what and an assortment of poorly beaten rusty metals. His clawed hands and feet seem too big for his lean body and they smell...really they do. He has an amazing grey seamless cloak that he stole and a polished shortsword that he pulled out of a troll's butt in exchange for keeping it. All and all, a gorgeous specimen.
PROFESSION: Troll fat and junk merchant. Harlot, but only for the right price.
WEALTH: Wealthy by Goblin standards, so, vagrant
COMBAT ROLE: nearly useless in combat due to cowardice not potential. Perfers running, screaming and hiding...unless you're asleep then you're dead...maybe.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Immune to sleep and paralysis effects
+ Strong, smart and charming for a goblin.
+Sharp claws and Teeth
+Firebreathing, has never used and isn't aware of.
-Coward, total coward. Anything bigger than a pig is on the nope list. Except trolls, for some reason I haven't madee up yet.
-Obsessed with shinny things. Shinny sometimes temporarily overrides cowardly. Shinny =/= valuable.
-Magical nature makes him a target to things that can sense his dragon heritage.
-Bad breath
MAJOR MOTIVATIONS: He desires nothing as much as shinny things and wants to unite Goblin kind so other goblins can bring them to him.
MAGIC: His cloak has a powerful spell on it that makes trolls within 100 feet fall asleep. His shortsword can harm undead and other dark denizens, but he doesn't know that. Fire magic...kind of.
BACKGROUND:
Born during the time of the empire when goblins were hunted by just about anyone, probably because of the smell. His mother was a Goblin and his father was a very odd Red Dragon. How they made that work is not a topic we'll get into. His mother died when he was a child and his father had already disappeared. He made his way into an abandoned mine where he became obsessive about the shinny rocks and tools he found. He wanted more. However, after nearly being killed, eaten, maimed, impaled, and laughed at, he decided he much prefered presents over adventure. To this end he decided he would use his magic cloak he found in a mine to steal troll fat and sell it to people because they give him shinny circles for it. Other goblins liked his idea and shinny stuff and brought him more so they could stay in his mine. This gave him an idea! Other goblins could get him shinny stuff and he didn't have to look for it! So began his quest to unite goblin kind and boss them around...genius.
GENDER: Male Parts. Take my word for it...please.
AGE: Adult
SPECIES: 1/2 goblin, 1/2 dragon
DESCRIPTION: Tall for a goblin, a full 5 feet, Illie sized, with scraggly black hair and yellow slitted eyes. He is green skinned with dark spots, spots could be dirt we haven't checked. He has crooked sharp teeth and thin lips that hide a floppy forked tongue. His clothes are patchwork leather from goodness knows what and an assortment of poorly beaten rusty metals. His clawed hands and feet seem too big for his lean body and they smell...really they do. He has an amazing grey seamless cloak that he stole and a polished shortsword that he pulled out of a troll's butt in exchange for keeping it. All and all, a gorgeous specimen.
PROFESSION: Troll fat and junk merchant. Harlot, but only for the right price.
WEALTH: Wealthy by Goblin standards, so, vagrant
COMBAT ROLE: nearly useless in combat due to cowardice not potential. Perfers running, screaming and hiding...unless you're asleep then you're dead...maybe.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Immune to sleep and paralysis effects
+ Strong, smart and charming for a goblin.
+Sharp claws and Teeth
+Firebreathing, has never used and isn't aware of.
-Coward, total coward. Anything bigger than a pig is on the nope list. Except trolls, for some reason I haven't madee up yet.
-Obsessed with shinny things. Shinny sometimes temporarily overrides cowardly. Shinny =/= valuable.
-Magical nature makes him a target to things that can sense his dragon heritage.
-Bad breath
MAJOR MOTIVATIONS: He desires nothing as much as shinny things and wants to unite Goblin kind so other goblins can bring them to him.
MAGIC: His cloak has a powerful spell on it that makes trolls within 100 feet fall asleep. His shortsword can harm undead and other dark denizens, but he doesn't know that. Fire magic...kind of.
BACKGROUND:
Born during the time of the empire when goblins were hunted by just about anyone, probably because of the smell. His mother was a Goblin and his father was a very odd Red Dragon. How they made that work is not a topic we'll get into. His mother died when he was a child and his father had already disappeared. He made his way into an abandoned mine where he became obsessive about the shinny rocks and tools he found. He wanted more. However, after nearly being killed, eaten, maimed, impaled, and laughed at, he decided he much prefered presents over adventure. To this end he decided he would use his magic cloak he found in a mine to steal troll fat and sell it to people because they give him shinny circles for it. Other goblins liked his idea and shinny stuff and brought him more so they could stay in his mine. This gave him an idea! Other goblins could get him shinny stuff and he didn't have to look for it! So began his quest to unite goblin kind and boss them around...genius.