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Name: Iosef Talabar

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Hobgoblin - Hobgoblin Race - Hobgoblins are renowned for their expertise with fire, or more specifically, what they can make with it. As coined by their "favorite creatures", the Humans, Hobgoblins are great cooks and ironsmiths, and specialize in various steels from just about every kind of metal you toss at them. This puts them at odds with a few other races (or, did, in the dwarves' case; you don't see too many of those little ones any more) for who is the best craftsman, but considering the Hobs (for short) just got their distinction from the rest of their ilk not too long ago, it isn't surprising to say that the Hobs were given the benefit of the doubt when their blacksmiths opened up. Like orcs, they love to use lamellar designs, as they're light, maneuverable, and protective for all their troubles, using as little steel as possible (because from where the goblinoids originated, most iron was refined via iron sand. Large chunks of ore were unheard of.) Their skin tones, unlike those of their greenish-yellowish-rainbowish colored brethren, are always shades of grey, and are a lot more matte because of their hygenic nature. They have eyes the color of gold, amber, and ruby, and stand about the same height as humans, as well as stand in the same weight range. Rumors say that the hobs have a bit o' man blood in them, which might be true, considering there's also a million hues of half-hobs half-men and whatnot running around the world...or well, wherever he came from.

Appearance: As a child of a succubus and a hobgoblin, Iosef inherits a mix of qualities thought usually exclusive to his respective heritages. Through his father, Iosef retains a powerful build within his small 5'6 frame, and also keeps his coal-grey complexion. Unlike his father, though, he has quite the desirable face of that of a near-effeminine boy (think soft, pouty lips, a small, but pronounced chin, etc.), and has full, luscious, onyx-black hair that will bald much later than most others' do. He weighs only an average 117 lb., though each pound is well defined in the taut muscles he has. He has amber irises and a very slight almond shape to his eyes.

Personality:

Most of the time, Iosef is a mellow, lax individual that takes both successes and failures in stride...or so some may think. In reality, he's every part perfectionist his father was with just about everything, be it studies, work, or even in play. Though he isn't going to impose on people, he does get genuinely upset at people who are a little too lax for his tastes.

By the definition of upset, it includes tirades, insults, and on the extremes, threats and violence.

On the other end of the spectrum, though, he lives up to his ancestors' reputation as tricksters and thieves.  He's quite...dubious towards haughty individuals, but he does say it's for "their sakes", whatever that would mean.

Backstory :

What can you say?  He's just the son of an immigrant Hobgoblin smith, the reason being that his mother is still on the loose somewhere.  The Hob village couldn't keep Iosef and his father if the succubus endangered everyone else.  Unless the two could "get rid of the problem (that being your mother)" or come back with some treasure to let bygones be bygones, they weren't going to get back into the village.  Then Iosef heard of Earthrent finally resurfacing somewhere...

Abilities :
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[*]Allure - Iosef can cast a minor allure spell to add a more...promiscuous quality to his relationship.  He rarely uses this, as this is can lead to some unpredictable results.
[*]Mana - Iosef has the capacity to use magic.
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Notable Equipment :
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[*]Bastard Sword - A lengthened, double-edged straight sword made of various layers of steel.
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Quirks:
- He has an edge in forging, as he spent his childhood smithing with his father.
- He avoids large parties unless he's playing wingman.  Even then, he'll be reluctant to go.  As a half incubus, who knows what might come out once he descends into hedonism.
- He's often the one injuring his right hand you'd think he'd dislocate it.  He doesn't...until now.
- He has attractions to something...something terribly strong enough to drive him crazy...
- As an extension to his knack in forging, he's quite the good cook!
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