To note, this will be my 3rd character on my Monkeyminey account
Character Name: Grazkul Iraxil Faukx Tazikqual
Race: Goblin
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Character Description:
A disgusting little creature, Gift stands only at the height of 3’6” with a rather thin frame, even for a goblin. Scars from various origins cover his puke green skin, but there is a particularly distinguishable bite mark at his nape.
He wears whatever decrepit clothing he can get his hands on through various means, typically worn till the clothing is just scraps of what it used to be. Lazily fashioned, blood-stained, and tattered tend to be good words to describe what his wardrobe may look like at a given moment.
Character Occupation: Survivalist, Hunter, Thief
Character Personality/Traits:
Gift is a greedy, self-absorbed, little shit to put it lightly. He has little care about the problems of others and only seems to care about where his next meal is coming from. This also leads to him being overly opportunistic in his approach to most if not all situations.
A very noticeable quirk of his is that when he blinks, he does so, one eye at a time. He also sleeps with one eye open.
Character Biography:
Gift was born at the time of turmoil in Barkamstead. The blight began and started to take its toll on the food availability which inadvertently affected the less fortunate, including his mother, father, and seventeen siblings of various ages. Though for the most part, things seemed to work out. Everyone starved, but not to die at the very least, some of the older siblings helped pick up work where they could and food rationed.
Though, for Gift, it was not nearly as good of a sign. The runt of the most recent litter, the lack of consistent food, the push towards rationing, and is the easiest to pick on by his siblings had meant that he only saw meager amounts of food. Enough to survive, but not enough to grow similar to his siblings. This saw him learning at an early age to be selfish and opportunistic, or else he would not eat.
Once the blight settled and things got back to a bit of normalcy. Gift and their family were able to get back to eating reasonably enough, it still wasn’t a ton of food, but it was a sizable amount compared to what they ate during the blight. Things seemed to do better in the family during this time, Gift still had to fight his way to eat, or else his siblings would eat his smaller portions.
The next few years were not that awful, it was here that Gift started to put his creative little mind to use. Ways to trap bugs, fish, and small game were things he worked on. Though a lot of his ideas did not pan out during this time. It was really only the bug trap that he was able to actually get working. Though it was quite time-consuming. To find the right stick, to the right reeds, carving the stick, and weaving the reeds… it finally worked. A simple net of reed was woven into a “Y” shaped stick that had the bark removed. There was enough slack in the reeds to help create a small basket to help catch the bugs and not serve them the ball on the court.
His other ideas steemed from that, but he never really got time to test the ideas before the year-long Winter. The blight was awful for Gift, he was born during it, and starved during it. The year-long Winter was quite simply, worse. Not much seemed to grow, fish and game became a commodity, and so the family among many others began to starve.
Gift’s mother didn’t seem to hesitate and toss him out by his nape though. He was an extra mouth to feed and in general was in worse health than his siblings. Like in pack animals, the weak are abandoned to ensure the survival of the pack.
It was here that Gift had to turn to opportunistic thievery. Finding his way to the Guts, he oddly felt at home in the sewer systems of Barkamstead. It was here that he made it home for the next few years. Surviving off of opportunistic thievery, looting corpses, digging through sewage, and trapping rats.
Everything he made was overall, harder for him to make. There was no easy access to reeds and plant life he was knowledgeable of here which was the major hindrance. He started off by simply running the rats down and catching any rat he found before typically consuming the head and leaving the corpse in his bug net to eat later as he still had more to catch. Once he started getting to know the Gut, he knew who to avoid and who to avoid even more. So, he started to notice where beggars are killed more often than not, where things lost to the sewers tend to pile up. Small tools, dusty and dirty old clothing, bodies, and junk.
A few tools he gathered over time, a small rusted knife, a compass, and a pouch of silver. There were many other small bits of junk he gathered, but they were mostly traded for food or other bits of junk to be used in his traps. With his knife though, things got a bit easier for making traps for rats.
First, a simple pitfall trap, using worn and cracked stone and his knife, he was able to make a small hole, at least enough to place his knife within pointing upwards. Then he simply covered up the whole with an article of clothing. It wasn’t the best trap, but it did secure him a rat or two from time to time. Rarely did he find out that a much larger rat was caught in his trap. Usually, he would bash its head in with a rock while it was on top of the knife.
Over the years, Gift continued his typical day-to-day life in the Gut. Hiding cowardly from giant telebugs, sustaining himself off of rats that he captured and whatever food he could trade for. Sometimes heading to the surface and looting trash bins. He did his best to not rely on others much, especially in the Gut. In conjunction of his upbringing with his siblings, being abandoned by his mother, and being burned a few times by those he thought were friends in the Gut, he became incredibly self-centered.
It was the Cult’s attack on Barkamstead that saw the goblin seeing firsthand what the Cult was capable of. Things completely changed, fire spreading voraciously, hell hounds, weird spinning bone things, screaming creatures, and other disturbing things that he did not get to see as he was being forced out of his home and to the docks. It was rough, going from the darkness of the Gut and out into the light. To him, he decided that the Gut was no longer safe and ran off into the wilderness when things died down.
Other/Extra:
He can speak Goblin, but not read or write it. His common is awful, he understands it from picking up on it and hearing it from others in the Gut, but he can’t speak it.
Donator item:
/lore name &3Gifts’s Sack of Miscellaneous Junk
/lore add &bA simple sack of various junk held together loosely
/lore add &bby worn rope. Inside a few things of note were carried
/lore add &b, a worn compass, a rusted knife, and lastly, the tooth
/lore add &bof a dire rat.
This application is... Accepted!
A relatively straightforward app! A staff member will get your starting money when possible and I'll get his stuff lored for him. Go ahead and start playing your gross little gremlin. :)