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[hider=Scrabsa the Quick]
Name:  Scrabsa Stormwind

  
Gender:  
female
  
Age: 
37, but looks like a 12 year old Kobold
  
Race: 
 
Kobold
  
Appearance:[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/736b9395-1c35-446e-b9ee-41133ea91af7.jpg[/img]


  
Personality:  
  Calculating, stubborn, foul-mouthed, and hates her own kind.  
  
 History:   
  The day she hatched was the last day she had good feelings for her kind. Her tribe, fearing her scale color an omen, cast her out as soon as possible. She was stuck in a human city for a year, surviving off of scraps and what she could steal. One day, the dwarf clan of the nearby mountains came down to trade with their leader. Scrabsa thought this as a way to get some food quickly. She tried to pick the leader's pocket, but Old Randorn was not the usually fool she dealt with in her short span of life. He caught her and hoisted her up by her arm. She whimpered and cowered, prepared for the end of her poor existence. But he simply asked her what she was. [color=6ecff6]"Me...Kobold outcast...please no kill."[/color] she squeaked. He simply smiled at her. "Well, as punishment for your crimes, you will spend your next 22 years as a member of me clan!" and he put her on his shoulder. She spent those years learning and growing, and as a gift from the cleric her life was en-lengthened to the lifespan of a dwarf. She served the clan well as a scout and as Randorn's caretaker. He treated her like his daughter, and she treated him like her father. She was then made the clans ambassador for all communications. After a while, things were good and grand. She had a life and family that treated her well. She learned much from the dwarves, including about her own kind. What she learned angered her. She has always had a disliking for her kind and would kill one on the spot if she saw one. She was recently sent on a mission to the City of Ash to deal with trade agreement.
  
Equipment: 
[i]Lamfrey[/i]- Scrabsa's dagger is infamous for it's deadly precision and the pain it inflicts. It is enchanted to turn what she cuts to stone on the sections of her enemy she hits.
[i]Dragon-ling Leather armor[/i]- Scrabsa's armor is immune to fire, like she is resistant. It is light and covers her, which is all she cares.
[i]Moradin's Blessing[/i]- Due to her raising by the dwarves, she also took a liking to their chief diety. The cleric and Randorn gave it to her as a gift to protect her in dark places and bad situations.  

Magic: 
 Scrabsa knows a few spells, but not many. Those she does know either helps her stealth or moves the stone.

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