[hider=Yoda the Goblin Kingling][color=silver][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QkpVSx0.jpg?1[/img][hr][i]Credit for the art to [url=https://zaraalfonso.deviantart.com/art/Goblin-s-Coin-693138760]ZaraAlfonso[/url][/i][/center]
[b]Name:[/b] Yoda.

[Hider=Theme][center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYmn5BQIxdQ[/youtube][/center][/hider]

[b]Gender:[/b] Male. 

[b]Species:[/b] Goblin. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at a height of 3'4" with a svelte build is kinda standoffish for a Goblin. When Yoda was Nowell Hawkwood he always carried a meek yet sly nature about him. Instead of being born one of those brutish, angry Goblins, he very much came back a bit more innocent and easier on the eyes. And despite wishing it gone, upon rebirth, he held the same knife-scar through his left hand. Instead of the dull and dreary pupils most Goblins have, he's been blessed with a rich, if not intelligent pair of brown. 

[b]Goals:[/b] Yoda's goal is to embrace the new world offered to him by the Demon King. When he was human he always schemed or rather daydreamed about ways to be influential and powerful. It was his goal then to become a senator or dare-he-dream president but when his life was cut short, he knew it was impossible. Now reborn as a Goblin he wishes to gather powerful allies and scrape out a Kingdom for his own amongst the Demon King's territory. 

[b]Past Life:[/b] Yoda's past life was cut short by a sudden, [i]stupid[/i] case of White Knight Syndrome. Throughout his sunlit life in California, USA, Nowell always felt he wasn't meant for much. He was born to a optimistic low-class family that did there best with what was given yet had no aspirations to get better; only survive. Something, Nowell, fought against with what his father would call street-smarts. 

His street-smart, literal smarts, and application of self-taught, book-learned, martial arts gave him a slight advantage over most. He was agile and lean, but strong where it mattered. Not many in his neighborhood thought to fight him one-on-one and eventually he gathered a group of friends that he quote-unquote managed. 

For a time he [i]felt[/i] powerful. 

But that came to halt when he entered high school. With only a few of his friends left--others moved away or simply faded away--school had become a harsh reality-check. Jocks didn't care about his skinny friends and three strongman against a lone fighter never turned out like it did in the movies he watched.

Because of this, for a time, he ended up the punching bag of the popular kids. Who he was proud to say never faced him alone. 

So it was his senior year when he died. And having to re-watch it for what felt like an eternity taught him to never, ever stick his neck for anyone, especially if he lacked influence or strength. That day was[i][b] so[/b][/i] hot and the school's crappy air-conditioning was on the fritz. Everyone was feeling cranky. 

Nowell knew it was best to avoid his bullies. So he went down every shadowed corridor, he took all the shortcuts to his classes, hung out in empty rooms like he usually did. Except that day one of his classrooms weren't empty. Muffled noises, cries for help barely made it out. When he spied some of the jocks raping a female student, he just ... moved. It was unexpected and totally out of character but he moved to help her.

[center]...[/center]

Last thing he remembered was being pushed out the window of the third floor. Arms flailing, wind blistering in his ears, a prayer that he'd break bones instead of die. 

Then [b][i]SPLAT![/i][/b] Dead. 

That won't happen again cause for a few minutes he had to feel every iota of pain that came with death.  

[b]Abilities:[/b] [list][*]Use Light Equipment.
[*]Muffle I - Despite those heroic dreams, you took the coward’s way out and avoided conflict wherever you could. Even in a new body, you remember how to stay out of sight. Slight bonus to being stealthy.[/list]

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