<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BUbEmVD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zilart Flashfinger<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Goblin<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Neophyte Spellslinger<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Sexual: Fondling, Nipple play, Oral, Cuddling, and more / Friendly: Good will, Thick skin (for verbal exchanges), a sense of humor<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Sexual: See Jasper / Friendly: No sense of humor, Rigid behavior, Overdramatic people<br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong>A capable spellcaster... To a degree. He's got such a bad memory that he cannot recall the true names of his spells because they sounded so plain... So instead, he gobbified them! This has inadvertently adjusted their effects and made them... Probably not magic any normal wizard would use.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Boomy Ball!</span>- Attempts to conjure a fireball. Instead of flying straight, it tends to bounce like a hot potato before exploding anywhere from two to five seconds later.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Wishy Washy!</span>- Manifests water around his hands to fire at enemies. It was supposed to be a straight jet of water, but has instead turned into a crazy, winding stream.<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>3'8<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Short and stocky, the tried and true gobby build.<br/><strong>Description:</strong>The average goblin appearance, as one might guess: Green skin, bright yellow eyes, and shockingly well kept teeth. He's got a head of short, spiky silver hair styled almost like a mullet, and enough sense to try and wear normal clothes to walk among other races. He also wears goggles more to protect his own eyes from his own erratic attacks.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Hyperactive and energetic, and most certainly erratic, and justhe a liiittle bit forgetful. Zilart applies the manic thought processes more energetic goblins might apply to creating things, but toward applications of magic instead. He often tries to read books and tomes, but a short attention span often leaves him not being able to progress more than two pages at at time before he grows bored. Nevertheless, it was still one page more than others around him, and so it was what allowed him to break into the arcane arts to employ magic. Needless to say, to apply goblin know-how to magic was a<em>very bad idea</em>... But then which goblin wasn't all about bad ideas?<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>The story of Zilart is admittedly somewhat simple... But then, most goblins like him tend to be. Every so often, the more driven and focused ones usually destined for greatness manage to rise up among the others and venture out on epic quests to fulfill some unspoken destiny, but in his case? Zilart was someone who simply did not want to follow in the same footsteps as other goblins before him... In any regard. To that end, after spending a great many years trying to figure out<em>what</em>it was he wanted to do, he finally saw it in attempting to learn magic.<br/><br/>Goblins learning magic was already an unusual occurrence to some degree, but there were very, very few in the world who had keenly mastered the arcane arts. In an enclave further out from where his tribe lived, he underwent years of training (some bogus, some legitimate) all to learn what he could... By the end of his education, he learned that they had discovered magical aptitude in him by the 3rd year of his studies, and they simply wanted to see how long it would take him to crack and want to quit. The final test was to read as much of a grimoire that he could in order to graduate, a book thicker than his hand, and a book he could get no more than two pages into before he sighed in defeat.<br/><br/>Yet, by reading more than every other goblin in the room, he had considered passing by his instructor, and was allowed to be taught in the ways of magic, beginning with the spells 'Fireball' and 'Water Shot'... Two spells which Zilart did not like the names of and<em>somehow</em>managed to invoke them with improvised words he thought sounded cooler. This strange occurrence baffled his instructor, but nevertheless considered him passed and allowed him to go out into the world. His first suggestion was to make his way to Amberdale and start his journey there, and hopefully he would manage to find where it was he wanted to go next.<br/><br/>... Instead, once he'd arrived by means of a caravan, he forgot why he even came to Amberdale in the first place and decided to settle down in the sprawling village until boredom decided to drive him back out into the world... And this is the story of how some late twenties goblin managed to bumble his way through life and find his way to Amberdale. What happens next, not even the Gods know.<br/><br/><strong>Player: Gardsorm</strong>