Bors is a diminutive kobold from a destroyed tribe with a goal to become famous. Spared from death early on in his life and taken in by a group of traveling merchants who took him in. Bors would soon find purpose beyond coin in the form of glory seeking.
- Age
- 12
- Gender
- Male
- Eyes
- Red
- Hair
- None
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Blake Scales
- Height
- 2' 3''
- Weight
- 36
Appearance
Physical Description
lithe, short
Facial Features
scar across snout.
Identifying Characteristics
black scales, red eyes, scar on snout.
Apparel & Accessories
tries to dress to empress with nice attire, though living situation doesn't allow for it.
Specialized Equipment
tail is short for a kobold (only about 1' 1" long)
Mentality
Personal history
-was hatched with the tribe surrounding him and inherits the name Bors (kobolds believe the dead are reincarnated in the next born kobold)
-Hillcutters tenderly raise him for 2 1/2 years treating him as an old friend and telling him he just needs time to return to his old strength (giving him an idea he is destined for greatness) (some do call out his diminutive size giving him a bit of a napoleon complex)
-During those years a close friend of Bors the 1st explains how he died, defending a mining crew when they dug too deep and discovered something. Only one miner returned and only spoke in erratic babble.
-at the end of the 2 ½ years the tribe is attacked by something speaking a language I didn’t recognize attack and kill everyone but me who after trying to fight one, cut my snout and only after being held off by several other kobolds allowed me to hid in a small tunnel only I could fit in.
-after waiting for days I wander out of the cave into the surrounding woods and nearly die of exhaustion passing out on a lone dirt road.
-trauma causes me to forget specifics of the things that attacked the tribe and internalize all my experiences with the tribe.
-Bors awakens in a soft bed for the first time in his life inside an unfamiliar tent. He was picked up by traveling band of merchants/performers (sort of a circus that travels with a small bazaar as well)
-halfling (name undecided) (lead merchant) took me off the road. Decided to help me out of compassion with a slight business twinge using me as an attraction/mascot as a tiny cute kobold.
-takes time but after a few months of distrust I come to find the group as a second family helping around the camp learning the merchant trade and being a kind of mascot for the group
-10 years pass with reading and hearing stories from patrons being my main source of worldly knowledge
-during the later half of those years I begin to desire more and am reminded of my “previous” life as a great warrior (by kobold standards). After successfully pestering a half elf in the group who served as both a guard and knife juggling act if he’d teach me to use a blade.
-the half elf was a retired fence from a portown and after seeing my talent he decided to teach me his more roguish skills saying they’d help me survive.
-I split from the group with a desire to make a name for myself and become the legendary warrior i’m destined to be.
Education
taught the merchantile by (currently unnamed halfling), taught how juggle knives and basic rogue training by (currently unnamed half elf). Any other skills has been learned from books he read over the years.
Employment
was employed by the traveling circus/merchants he was with as both entertainment and mercantile work.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Last surviving member of the Hillcutter tribe.
Personality
Social
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