<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/ae2011d2d9f5cb251a71741e389dffd9/tumblr_p6sdhr0Iet1utyn51o1_640.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Personal Information</span><br/></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Gaz the Lionslayer<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Goblin<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation/Sexuality:</strong>...Is not really a thing Gaz thinks about all that much. Goblin sex is basically just a means of producing smaller goblins. Tall Stupids seem to worry about it an awful lot though, so maybe it's something important?<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19...ish? More years than she has fingers.<br/><strong>General Description:</strong>The first thing most people notice about Gaz is that, of course, she's a goblin. She stands an even three feet tall, with green skin, red cat-slitted eyes, bucked teeth, and over sized pointed ears that looks like they've been bitten more than once. But even for a goblin, she seems scrawny; her body has the slenderness of early undernourishment, paired with the rangy toughness of hard living. What can be seen of her body - and since she mostly just wears the simplest clothing, that's a fair bit - is lined with wiry muscle. Cresting her head is a thick mop of hair the color of a ripe olive, stuck through with a few pigeon feathers. Draped around her shoulder and hips are strips of white-and-grey tabby-striped cat fur, paired with the animal's tail worn as a trophy on her own backside. The animal left its mark in some claw scars on her cheek. Despite what most would assume, she's very clean, her green hide smooth and washed as often as she can manage. Worn at her back is a heavy warhammer of obvious dwarven make, and a few feathered javelins that seem homemade.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Role Play Centered Information</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong>Barbarian<br/><strong>Level:</strong>3<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic Neutral<br/><strong>Character Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1723395<br/><strong>Additional Information:</strong>• Stabface Squidface is still alive, and might be annoyed that his favorite "gladiator" has run off with the Tall Stupids that stomped his tribe. For that matter Big Chief Muckstump is probably still out there somewhere too, feeling all smart.<br/>• Gaz has been discovering there may be depth to her constant anger; she's chosen by spirits to be a conduit for<em>their</em>anger. The one that speaks loudest to her wants her to jump, to claw and bite, and dart away; a sage warrior taught her that this is the "way of the Tiger" like a big version of the "lion" she killed, but part of her thinks it might actually be a Frogshark.<br/>• She was rescued from a trap by a party of adventurers; maybe you know them! The wound from the trap still bothers her, though she'd never say so<br/>• Her most precious possession - aside from the pelt of the "lion' she killed - is her hammer; she doesn't like to talk about where it came from. Sometimes she talks<em>to</em>the hammer, though.<br/>• At times she will pretend to not know common. She's full of lies.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">History</span></span><br/><strong>Family:</strong>The Muckstump tribe of goblins still exists somewhere in the K'tawl swamp. Unless they all got eaten by frogsharks or whatever.<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilben... sort of? She's not<em>from</em>there, but she's<em>been</em>there, and found the place somewhat to her liking.<br/><strong>A little about personality:</strong>Gaz is full of angry. And she believes that "giving her angry away" makes her feel better. She's not a hostile little monster; she's lived long enough (somehow) to know how to temper her expressions of angry. But she is prone to casual vandalism, pushing people's easy buttons, and getting into shouting matches with dogs and sheep (but not goats, because goats are awesome.) Gaz is chattery, fidgety, and squirms a lot. She has a difficult time trusting others after being "betrayed" by her tribe. Nevertheless, she understands that working<em>with</em>these tall mutant monsters is more beneficial to her than running around in the swamp ever was. Some of them could even be these "fur-en-duhs" things she's heard about. She's bad with names and tends to appellate people with "-face" if she can't remember their name exactly. Underneath the angry, jittery, green jerky muscle exterior though, there's something else, something Gaz is only just starting to understand and explore - the<em>origins</em>of her anger...<br/><strong>General Life Story:</strong>Gaz originally hails from the Muckstump tribe of goblins somewhere in the K'Tawl swamp. She wasn't well-liked by her fellows, because she was always angry, and worse, she was good at being angry. A runt of the litter, she had to be angry (and a lot to be angry about) in order to get even a little food. Kicking, biting, scratching, and punching were good ways to communicate among the Muckstump, and soon, Big Chief Muckstump noticed, and promised her extra portions if she would be his bodyguard. All she had to do was hold this big hammer, look important, and stand outside his hut. What a good job!<br/><br/>She never asked why she never saw Big Chief Muckstump again. She was too busy with the Squidface attack on the Muckstumps! Bigger, stronger goblins from a place in the swamp with actual food and good water and loot to pillage. Gaz and the rest of her tribe fought back, but the Squidfaces were too many, too strong, and they ended up killing half the tribe, and enslaving most of the rest, including Gaz.<br/><br/>For a good year and a half, she was used by the tribe of Stabface Squidface for labor and for entertainment; the angry, scrappy little goblin often found herself knee-deep in the eelpits, facing off against Unusually Large Toads, Killer Eat-Me-Fish, and of course Bad Eats-Goblins-Toomanyfuckinglegs. At least, when it wasn't goblins Big Chief Stabface didn't like getting tossed in there. She didn't like to fight them like this, just so some fat Stupidface could laugh, but if she didn't, Witchmaker Gurglepus had all sorts of awful spells he could use on her to make her sorry for it.<br/><br/>Salvation, as it was, came at the hands of Tall Stupids. The Squidface tribe had bothered the Tall stupids a little too much, and they came for payback, with long swords and strong spells; the Squidfaces put up a good fight, at least until the pig pens got busted and some of the wood fell into the slave pits. The Tall Stupids just kept swinging, and Gaz had to run.<br/><br/>She made it for a good two days until she found the trap in the woods. An old snare that some hunter had forgotten cinched around her leg, and yanked her into the air. For a good while she fought against it, until her weakened state from the slavery, and the running, and the blood loss (except for what was rushing into her head now) made her pass out.<br/><br/>She woke up in strange company; the same Tall Stupids who had attacked the Squidfaces! They'd taken the precaution of tying her hands, but her leg was in no condition for running, so she had to tolerate them. Apparently on their return trip they had found her and took pity on the poor goblin (sniffle) - Brent Bearface (that was his name, Gaz is sure of it) asserted that it was too stupid a way to die for him to allow it. Thanks Brent.<br/><br/>These Tall Stupids were willing to share thier food and help her with her leg, so she decided that they might be okay (also stupid, and too tall, but hey, food.) So Gaz decided to travel with them for a time...<br/><br/><strong>("Brent Bearface" or someone else in the "rescue party" can easily be a PC, giving Gaz a quick tie-in to the group through that way.)</strong>