<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Risppt<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Kobold<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Game Hunter<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Hetero<br/><br/><strong>Ons :</strong>From romantic interludes to more exotic sorts of play and many things all in-between his enjoyments matches the players. While future plans might make him more assertive as it stands he is bit shy to express himself or his enjoyments. Once the door is opened though...<br/><br/><strong>Offs :</strong>Scat, receiving anal / pain torture, blood play, vomit, always better to ask.<br/><br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong>Stick Slinger - Bow Shot - Using his trusty, if not worn, bow he can fire off a couple of his own homemade bone tipped arrows. The Stick Slinger is passable against the hunting fare, but something aggressive, his inexperience and self made arrow are hardly the most accurate things.<br/>RAGE! - Outcast from his tribe, the seemingly sneaky dragonkin holds inside of him a bubbling Barbarian Rage. Growing in size, what he gains in strength and hardiness he loses in intelligence and wit.<br/><br/><strong>Height :</strong>Small 3'0 / Medium 6'11 (When Enraged)<br/><strong>Build :</strong>Meek and Lithe / Muscular<br/><br/><strong>Description :</strong>A lean, limber silver young adult Kobold. Sharp pearly white dragon like teeth, and gleaming red shifty eyes. Dressed in ragged and patched up hunters attire that is just a slightest bit too big on him and he carries a bow, quiver full of bone arrows, skinners knife and a pack filled with supplies for any quarry caught.<br/><br/><strong>Personality :</strong>A bit withdrawn and tends to keep his hood up as he feels a bit like an alien out in the whole wide large world around him. Youthful and inexperienced, he is capable of surviving in the wilderness in a pinch but tends to avoid a fight unless no other options are available. Tries to keep himself calm as well at all times, not wanting to give into the rage that caused him to be ousted from his clan and home.<br/><br/><strong>Story :</strong>His people called it the Mark of the Beast and instead of embracing it they sought to be rid of it. He fled for his life and has felt like he had been on the run ever since, feeling as if his clan was just lurking to cleanse and purify the blood.  Life on the road was treacherous for a Kobold on his own. He hid during the day as many and used his dark vision to track at night. After many weeks of fear of the unknown, fear of being hunted by his clan or other things and near starving he finally made it to a settlement.<br/><br/>A young bright eyed and perhaps slightly naïve creature, he has come to Amberdale in search of safe haven now that all he had known in his life before he had been banished from. He has been able to carve out a meager life selling small game of rabbit, wild bird and the like...with no clue what the future holds for him.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Player: Sketch</strong>