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[b]Name:[/b] Gukb (Pronounced as ‘Gub’) Stonebasher

[b]Race: [/b] [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goblin_%28Dungeons_%26_Dragons%29#Description]Goblin[/url]

[b]Race Description: [/b] Can elaborate, if anyone is unsure exactly of what a Goblin is. 

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Gukb stands at a grand 3’6 feet, and like many of his kinsmen, carries a spindly physique. His skin is the colour of dulled emerald, and it is webbed with black veins. His eyes are yellow, and the black pupils appear as vertical slits. His blueish lips contain a wide selection of small but sharp fangs, and should he ever entertain the notion of revealing it, then his reddish tongue will appear forked. 

[b]Clothing/Armor: [/b] Gukb wears a very light suit of chainmail over his torso, but his thin arms are bare to allow for flexibility. Underneath this meagre yet vital protection, he wears a vest of boiled leather to give his exposed armpits a second layer of skin, as well as reinforcing the mail’s defensive properties. Unlike most of his less civilised kin, he wears trousers – usually a dark brown, and made from simple woollen cloth. On his feet he wears a pair of well-worn black leather boot, originally made to fit a human child.

[b]Weapons:[/b] 

 Gukb uses only two weapons, and is adept in their use. 

Usually found to be slung over his shoulder, is ‘Widowmaker’, his trusty hunting crossbow. The weapon itself is large, designed for adult human usage, and so reloading it in a crisis causes more than just a few problems for him. A small quiver of quarrels are strapped to the crossbow’s underside.

Secured to his waist by a simple cloth sash is ‘Red Rust’, his beloved short sword. The weapon itself is unremarkable, and dulled with age, but nevertheless Gukb’s small stature and the Red Rust’s paltry appearance should not fool an adversary into confidence. 

[b]Skills/Abilities: [/b] Gukb is a Goblin, albeit a civilised one raised by human adoptive parents – if those are the right words for them. This being said, he is used to a life of racial prejudice, where more often than not, he is set upon by a mob for simply walking through a village’s thoroughfare. 

With this in mind, he relies on his ability to sneak quietly in order to obtain most of his food and supplies; it is not uncommon to find Gukb stalking store fronts after dark, as he gauges the routine of the town watch. Some days later, a window will be broken or a door picked, and goods will be missing. 

[b]Magic: [/b] Gukb has little love for reading, and even less love for studying. Therefore, he is not much interested in mastering the arcane arts, and has little knowledge of them.

However, he fears those who do. 

[b]Inventory: [/b] 

[list]- Simple pick locks (For easy, to medium every-day locks)
-	Loaf of stale bread.
-	10 copper coins. 
-	Sewing kit. 
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[b]Backstory: [/b] 

Gukb started his life as any other goblin; pulled screeching from the murky womb of his retching mother. Things rapidly changed from that moment onwards.

A band of human adventurers, fulfilling a quest concerning the disappearance of a local village’s oxen, stole into the encampment housing Gukb’s clan. Though there were dozens of goblins, all intent on driving off the invaders for better or for worse, they were not enough to overcome the skill and destructive power that the humans wrought upon them. 

Killed to the last, the Grimgob Clan was all but committed to the sparse tomes of goblin heritage; their slayers dutifully looted whatever items they could from the encampment that carried a price, and moved on as quickly as they had come. 

All but Gukb. 

A farmer’s daughter, young and innocent as she was, happened upon the goblin child as she and her father scoured the ruins for anything of value. Not seeing any harm in the poor, screaming creature, she presented it to her father, but he was less forgiving. As he prepared to skewer Gukb with his pitchfork, the young girl picked the helpless baby up and ran. 

Things get a little hazy after that, as the priests of Helm who took Gukb into their protection were reluctant to reveal the girl’s fate, or the lengths she went to, to get him to safety. 

Taught to speak the common tongue, simple mathematics, pleasantries and histories, young Gukb grew up to be like no other of his kin. Civilised, though he seemed, as he grew to adolescence he became unruly; his instincts taking over him as childhood drifted away, and adulthood approached. Mischief became his way, and though he carried not much malice, he was involved in several damaging affairs that embarrassed his priest benefactors. 

Already under pressure from their order for taking a goblin into their mercy, in the first place, the priests of Helm ejected Gukb from their monastery; confused, and met with only smiles of pity of his former ‘fathers’, he was thrown into a world he had been denied the right to prepare for. 

Fair game for every living being bigger than he, Gukb learned to avoid populated areas, and bustling forests full of fauna. He roamed the land, going from one village to the next; killing a cow here, stealing a bag of corn there, murdering his would-be killers elsewhere. 

He became embittered, cold, as his life progressed. Another soul, lost to oblivion.

Estermere is just another town, like any other, full of opportunities. With nothing but a stale loaf of bread to his name, Gukb is in need of food, and happening upon the settlement has offered him an apt appetiser.