[hider=Zetmit, the Kleptomaniac Goblin]
Name: Zetmit
Titles: Mundane, Prime, Small, Goblin

Points Earned at Start: 105 
Points Spent: 105 
Points Earned: 0

Strength: E 
Precision: D 
Intelligence: F
Vitality: F 
Speed: D 
Character Grade: F 
Character Standing: F 

[u]Skills[/u]
Fighting Style Ranged (Slingshot) [F] (Born For This) Technique Core: Accurate + Range 7
Stealth [F] 7
Fast [F] 7
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[u]Features[/u]
Small Size
Darkvision [F] 7
Camouflage [F] 7

[u]Abilities[/u]

One with Nature [F] - [Camouflage] F, [Stealth] F, [Darkvision] F ; Zetmit blends seamlessly into the environment–whether it be foliage, garbage or the dark, allowing him to move undetected by the naked eye - 0 Post Cooldown

Skitter [F] - [Stealth] F, [Fast] F, [Small Size] ; Zetmit does what a goblin does best and hightails out of here - 0 Post Cooldown

[u]Equipment[/u]
Claws [F] Natural Weapon 14
Slingshot [E] 14
Light Armor [F] 7 - Technically part of his paraphernalia as they cover his body

[u]Assets[/u]
Zetmit's Paraphernalia [F] 7 - Shiny tools of varying sizes that he doesn't seem to fully understand the uses of, all hanging from his waist tied by rope. This includes utensils (pans, forks), keys, trinkets, gold and quite possibly jewelry.

[u]Character Background[/u]

[u]Personality:[/u]
Zetmit is an eccentric little fellow, having child-like speech and a chaotic energy that’s simply far larger than the body of his size. He is a kleptomaniac, whatever shining catches his eye will be added to his growing collection, and he is not willing to share any of it. He is however not above listening to others, but only if he doesn’t think they’re gonna kill him.

[u]Goals:[/u]
-Collect as many shiny things as he can, build the greatest shiny hoard
-Maybe find a way to reconnect with his goblin friends that he left behind
-Live a good goblin life

[u]Backstory:[/u]

Zetmit once lived in a human vicinity among many other goblins, but they were not equals. They were not even treated as individuals with their own names. They were slaves of labor to the humans living in this vicinity, subject to threats of lashings and slaughter to keep them leashed serving their master. He did not have a name of his own either, his current moniker was given by one of his crankier captors.

Zetmit, being the simple goblin he is, simply accepted it as what his life would be, forever and ever until he dies.

Then one day, a pack of wolves driven by wild hunger attacked. Zetmit found an opening, and in his panic he took it, bolted from beneath the walls that held him and his kin in one place and towards the trees where he disappeared.

Now, with his newfound freedom, he lives as a nomad. It’s a struggle to get by, scavenging for food and running away from those that threaten his small form, but what he finds to be the best thing in this new era of his life is finding shiny objects that he otherwise wouldn’t have been able to get his dirty goblin hands on. Some would not let go without a fight, but Zetmit is persistent to get what he wants if he could help it.

Along the way, when rummaging through the trash buried under the bushes, he spotted on the ground a strangely-shaped wooden implement wrapped with long strips of rubber, which was not shiny at all but he soon found it to be quite handy for his survival in the future.

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