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☩Gender: Female
☩Age: 31
☩Race: Cave / Mountain Goblin (mother was mountain father was cave)
- Goblin Lore (basic)-
Like humans Goblins are a race that come in many different shapes, sizes, colours and cultures. They are one of the very few races that has so little organisation or love for their own culture that they by nature spread and change. Goblin society varies from very civil to feral, to near human to monstrous.
- Cave Goblins -
Cave goblins are the spot middle of vast range of goblin cultures, civilised but also some what barbaric in their nature. Their culture normally trends several years behind modern culture but still holds very narrow views, no need to go on adventures, no need to leave their mountains and every thing they could ever want under the slimy cold caves they live in.
This doesn't mean that they aren't great. Some of the greatest armies outside boarders of the world are cave goblins, millions of savage creatures building fortress's into the mountains, though this is normally in aid with their more civil brothers the Mountain Goblins.
- Mountain Goblins -
Though considered wicked and evil mountain goblins equal that to dwarfs in terms of their reputation. Smart creature who mine deep and conquer the dark depths under the earth in the good name of their needs. Mountain goblins are especially known for their cunning and trickery, great assassins and manipulators in politics and business with their greed for gold and riches'.
☩Height: 5ft
☩Talents/Abilities/Magic/Enchantments:
l Short hand weapons expert l
Has an expert skill with short hand blade, this includes knives; light throwing objects, small axes' exotic small weapons and short swords.
Flaw: her skills and intense training revolves around short hand weaponry leaving her unreliable with other combat skills like swords, (above regular), bows and magic.
l Martial arts l
A keen sense in quick movement and sudden reaction time makes a strong aggressive attack as well as a good parry defense.
Flaw: The strong skill revolving around special awareness at a closer range makes her more vulnerable to tackling longer weapon attacks such as spears and whips.
l nimble speed l
With a small athletic build she has the ability to outrun most to be free of danger.
Flaw: Due to her build her body is build for speed and agility and lacks in a blunt defense and brute force.
l feather step l
The softest step is taken without making a sound when taken patiently and steadily
Flaw: her almost silent movement requires a lack of armor and wears thick leather at the most to defend her body.
Race Traits
l goblin climb l
A natural ability that goblins are expert climbers with fingers that can hold onto any edge for a matter of hours. Added with her speed and agility give her a keen skill for free running.
Flaw: N/A
l Night vision l
Goblins have a natural ability to see perfectly in the dark, an inherited skill though years of living underground that makes their eagle eye best at night.
Flaw: This keen sight at night makes their natural sight in day light very bad unless under shade.
l Hearing the pin drop l
As well as goblin eyes goblins are also well attuned to pick up distinct noises and the right trained years can learn to pick up the most precise sounds.
Flaw: these sensitive ears make them vulnerable to sound based attacks.
☩Faction: Guardians of silence
☩Occupation/Rank/Class: 'Assassin' of the Guardians of Silence
☩Equipment:
- Weapons -
- 2 long knives
- 6 throwing knives
- 1 kurki blade
- 2 standard knives
- 1 hunting knife
- 2 'back of the heal' blades
- 3 'bear traps' (a small delicate bear trap like contraption attached to the lower thigh and upper calf to allow the clenching of the leg to 'bite' and cause a 'biting' wound)
- 6 Kunai
- Other -
- Rope
- Flask
- Basic medic cit
- Poison
- Thin string
- Sharpening stone
- 5 books
☩Character History:
- Childhood -
In the deep depth of the high mountains, through the narrow halls and large open caverns was the town of Dragon blood and the Dragon blood clan. A sizable collection of orcs, goblins and various other creatures who dwelled in the mountains depths. They were a fairly civil society, but old in their traditions and laws. Males had right to rule, intolerance was dealt with sever punishment, and only the strongest was allowed to survive.
Skeever was born into this place with only a father as the closet thing she’d call family. Her mother died during child birth and her father detested the fact she was the reason her mother had to die ... an the fact she never bore a son to be his air as the chief of the clan. He had hated her to the point were he named her Skeever, after the large rat vermin that use to plague the town.
The only thing left of her mother she had to enjoy was her books, tails of fantasy and fairy tails. Interesting new words and worlds and creative new ways of thinking, they were here only friends, they were her only family.
- early teens -
As Skeever slowly grew and blossomed into a women there were many, many years of fighting between her and her father. She wanted to first live in a world that was as kind and happy as her fairy tails, she wanted equality and to be respected, she wanted a family and a new life she liked. Her youthful arrogance and his naive stubbornness clashed and various blows were exchanged between one and the other until Skeever would back down.
There was one day however were his attitude change … an odd day were he left her alone and even acted nice, she didn’t trust him. She had good reason to as a week prior she had found out she was set to be wed with a Orc clan further into the mountain to join their villages. This didn’t bode well for her as she wasn’t willing to marry a disgusted fat orc who had little sense as her father did. She argued, fought even with her father until the day when she met the orc prince in person .. the day she performed her first kill. It was the only way to escape this, if he was dead she’d be free right?
This caused much trouble and feud between the two clans and the anger of her father knew no bounds. Weeks later past the blood and the fighting a deal was made. The rightful Skeever was to be punished and sent down to the pit for her crime to endure a fate worse than death. The pit was the deepest dwelling of the mountains, full of the wores darker creatures that killed, raped and tortured for years to please their urges … and she was to be sent down there, striped of her hair, cloths and everything she owned and thrown into the dark abyss.
-The Pit-
From day one every comfort she had in life was sorly missed. The warmth of fire, the bed to sleep on, the clothing to keep her warm and decent and the protection a house gave her. She hadn’t slept for days, the fear of what was down there wouldn’t let her, these were creatures that would have hunted her, killed her or worse just for the meat on her bones.
Life in the pits was hard, especially for a young girl. All innocence she had before was stripped from her as she wandered, hiding and always running. She had no ability to fight these creatures as she learnt how to hide, to cover her tracks and avoid such creatures with little more than rags and stones, feeding off the dead they left behind, starving herself to keep her dead fush and monster meat lasting until the hope that she would escape.
She had a fair few run in with these things, Giant creatures, small creatures, humans and even fellow goblins that were out to harm her … some were successful, some she had trusted and stolen her innocence from, she found from then on that killing wasn’t as unethical as she’d once hoped.
After 7 years in the pit the gods had shone luck down upon her, a dwarves mine. Covered in dirt and in little but bloodied rags she was found crawling out of one of the new mines. She was fortunate the team was still around as they took her in, cared for her and over all confused to how she had ended up on the other side of the tunnel she was digging. It was a long month staying with them and explaining what was behind that long winding maze of tunnels, it was a sorry tail they took pity on her for. They looked after her, clothed her, provided her with water to clean in and a roof to protect her before she though herself ready to go her own, she didnt crave the need to stay within walls any more, she had spent her life entrapped in one metaphorical or physical cage to another and now she wished to be free.
On her journeys though the Land of stillness she found many stories, stories of warrior and demons, she even had the fortune (or miss fortune) to meet such things. The world was so much bigger than the small cave dwelling town she grew up in, and more colourful than the pit she crawled out from, life was good but ... there was no adventure, no meaning nothing to tickle that itch she craved. That was until she learnt of the Guardians of silence.
-The guardians-
In her travels she had only ever seen two before, and those were for a brief and short period of time, but they were magnificent to behold. The tails she had heard along with the reputation that had become known about such people intrigued her. This was it, a calling, a purpose an adventure that would tickle that need. It was more that was going on in her life than roaming around steeling food with no aims or goals.
She set on her journey, now finding such an order was a task in itself, so many strings to follow, mountains to climb and roads to follow. After all she was not native and a long journey had to be taken. Many people were questioned, information 'traded' and teeth broken to get what she wanted until after a years worth of travel she found the what she wanted.
Her commitment now to this goal was strong, as was to be part of something worth fighting for, She loved this land as it was her salvation of a harder life she never wanted to look to. The ritual was hard, fearful at first and after several hours of feeling as if was ready break in two she with nerves she pledged herself to the role and survived the ritual. Her intentions were true, though she seemed to seek the adventure of life with her stubborn attitude, deep down in her nature she wanted a home and a family, something this land provided and something she was willie to die for.
Over the years in the order her skills were refined, her goblin like dexterity was put to better use as her training pushed her to her very limits on a daily basis to improve and make her a stronger asseset to defending the land. From messenger to thief, from thief to saboteur and from Saboteur to assassin her career grew.
☩Personality: Witty, lay back, bitchy, aggressive, insulting, forward, confident, curious
☩ Likes:
+ Hair
+ Books
+ Weapon craft
+ Stories
+ Being a pest
+ Action (watching)
+ Proving people wrong
+ Fruit
☩Dislikes:
- Fire
- 'Lady etiquette'
- People ruder than she is... well only to her
- Silence
- Warm dry places
- Sun light
☩Other:
- Mount - Rev
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I like her mask 😃