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Name: Vrisz, no surname. Hopes to gain a title someday.
Age: 16-ish, a decent age considering how easily goblins die. At least, in most fantasy settings, anyway...
Gender: Male
Species: Goblin
Ethnicity: I forgot to add this earlier so take a big ol' N/A
Height: A modest 3'4".
Occupation: "Legendary" Thief, Spell-Slinger and Waiter.
Residence: The Open Road.
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Physical Description: Vrisz looks like many of his kind- short, green-skinned, pointy-eared and sharp-toothed. He is quite thin, but is less..."pointy" than other goblins. His eyes are a bright yellow, even seeming to glow in dimly lit areas. His clothes are simple and unadorned, a set of dark-grey pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Finally, he has an old, tattered cloak with a metal skull mask attached to the hood, which covers the upper half of his face.
Personality: Vrisz is somewhat untrusting of others, and for good reason! He is weak, he is a goblin, and he is a criminal- a combination of things that makes it very easy for people to hate and exploit him. However, despite the many dangers of doing so, Vrisz enjoys meeting new people. While je won't be as friendly in a public setting, catch him alone and he'll be far more cooperative. He will almost always try to avoid fighting, even against someone weaker than him- unless he is cornered, Vrisz will usually flee in the face of danger. Ah...one last thing- Vrisz is far from picky with his food. If it is necessary, he will resort to eating humanoid corpses, giant beasts, anything that would allow him to see the next day.
Magic/Abilities:
Goblin Nimbleness- As a goblin, Vrisz is far more nimble and agile than most others. He can fit in small spaces, scale large walls, things like that.
Spellcaster- Vrisz has picked up a few spells in his lifetime, whether that be through stealing magic tomes, or from pure experimentation.
Thieves' Knowledge- Vrisz has compiled a large amount of information, mainly related to criminal activities. He is highly versed in acts such as lockpicking and pickpocketing, and is skilled at getting out of(or into, if necessary) trouble when things go south.
Relationships:
Valsthet, the barkeep of The Open Road. Trusted like a father, possibly even more so.
Nana Tildy, Valsthet's mother. Especially close to Vrisz.
Hilda Greenwood, one of the waitresses at The Open Road. Rather close to Vrisz, originally brought him to the inn.
History: As a young goblin, Vrisz was most definitely different than others of his kind.
He wasn't interested in raiding settlements, nor did he find enjoyment in inflicting pain like other goblins. He didn't like killing- hell, he disliked violence altogether! The only thing that was even useful about him was his skills at stealth, and even that was too niche to be used very often...
He was quickly shunned from his tribe, left outside to fend for himself...or rot. And, in all honesty- Vrisz didn't do so well. He was small, fragile, and had only the barest hints of arcane and combat knowledge. Within weeks he was left in the woods, starving, close to death.
After two weeks of endless wandering, Vrisz finally collapsed on the edge of a dirt road, devoid of any sort of wanderers or helpful travellers. Surely, he would die here, alone, lost, looking for anybody who could help him...as his eyes closed for what he thought would be the last time, Vrisz heard the faint sound of...footsteps...a voice...and then there was nothing.
He awoke a day later, laying in what was probably the most comfortable bed he had ever been in. It was warm, softer than a cloud, and was cleaner than anything he had been in before. He was about to fall back asleep, when he heard a woman's voice calling out to him...
He begrudgingly opened his eyes, and scanned the room around him. It was small, simple, plain- and better than his entire village! He heard the voice call out to him once more, and he looked to his left, finding a young woman. Her name, she said, was Hilda...
[TIMESKIP]
Seasons pass, years go by, and time marches forward. Vrisz had easily fit in at The Open Road. His unique charm and kind demeanor distinguished him from other goblins, meaning that he was gladly accepted within the inn. The barkeep, an older man named Valsthet, was especially attached to Vrisz- he must have thought himself a father figure of sorts, constantly providing advice and allowing the goblin to confide to him. Nana Tildy was one of his closest friends, along with his savior, Hilda.
At last, he had found a home, a place where he was welcome, a place where he was truly safe. Where he was happy, loved, and had a duty he truly enjoyed: waiting tables and providing entertainment to patrons of the inn! For now, it seems Vrisz's story had ended...or had it?
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