<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/27/36/18/273618581386f9a5dec6aae84667a6a8.jpg)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Tumblr_peiuigshGH1romljro1_1280.jpg/600px-Tumblr_peiuigshGH1romljro1_1280.jpg)(https://66.media.tumblr.com/25aaa2b56e9498d9b36dfccfe46e8bc2/tumblr_pf05wiwfTu1usfsozo1_1280.png)</div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Nug</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1748635)</div><br/>Nug was always quiet, which meant she often went overlooked by the rest of the tribe.  She didn't mind that so much, since it left her to her own devices and allowed her to roam as she willed.  Her favorite thing to do was to track the signs of small beasts and other kobolds around their encampment.  Eventually, she joined the foraging and hunting parties, learning to use her skills of observation and deft hand with the bow to feed the tribe.<br/><br/>However, her favorite past-time and means of contributing to her family ended swiftly when the foraging parties began to disappear and the others grew too frightened to venture out.  Hunger set in and her tribe turned to superstition and devotion to Old Sharptooth.  Nug had never had much interest in religion, though she knew well enough to pay lip-service to please the others in the tribe.  Still, she found the passivity of the tribe's response to the attacks and disappearances souring.  Not long after the theft of the effigy and the rumors of the long-legs started, she decided she couldn't stand sitting around and accepting these things as simply another inevitable fact of life.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:  Nug has a thick streak of sass in her, all wrapped up in her arrogance over her skills and her belief that she's destined for greatness.  She was never terribly popular, even among other egocentric kobolds, due to her tendency to grow exasperated and condescending with kobolds who were all talk and no action.  She loves adventure and can easily become lost in the thrill of silently tracking prey, even if she has no plans to actually kill what she is following.  It's hard for her to honestly open up with others, due to a lifetime spent pretending to be something she's not in order to get along with her family.  Still, under the silence, cockiness and sharp wit, there's a loyal, fiercely protective core.<br/><br/><strong>Ambitions</strong>:  Nug wants to track and hunt a dragon.  Not to kill, of course, but to prove to herself that she can do it.  Ideally, she'd like to collect a shed scale of each color.  Sometimes she lies awake at night, staring up at the stars and waiting for sleep, just thinking about what it would be like to sneak into a dragon's lair and steal a scale...maybe touch the great beast, even, if it's sleeping.<br/><br/><strong>Description</strong>- Nug is a smallish female with pale blue scales that have a faint opalescent quality that grows more pronounced as the color fades to a soft cream on her chest, abdomen and groin.  The skin there is softer, more vulnerable and silky, molding tight to lean, sinewy musculature that lacks the layer of subcutaneous fat present in mammalian females.  Also absent are the mammary glands or extra cellulose on her chest, a fact she is most pleased with when it comes time to use her bow.  Typically, she dresses in shades of brown, tan and dull green to make slipping through grasslands undetected far easier, as her scales tend to stand out.  Beneath her scruffy, tattered cloak, she wears form-fitting cloth britches and a matching top, both crafted for function rather than form.  She carries a rucksack filled with items that make surviving in the wild easier, and her weapons.  Her daggers are strapped around her muscular thighs where they can easily be drawn to hand, and her bow secured in a sling across her back with her quiver of arrows where it will be out of the way but also easily-accessible.<br/><br/>She has always been something of a loner, an oddity in the tribe due to her necessary stand-offishness.  Still, she is intensely loyal, always ready to stand up for the tribe and happy to do her part to see her family thrive.  Just as long as she doesn't have to listen to endless boasting or tiresome tales of exaggerated bravery.<br/><br/><strong>What would other characters know about them?</strong><br/><br/>Nug has never been the most social of kobolds and she has a reputation for being stuck-up, due to her tendency to remain on the outskirts of any gathering.  She's also been the subject of whispers due to her extreme selectivity when it comes to accepting sexual advances, always polite when she turns someone down, but definitely more likely to rebuff than accept.  A couple of her failed suitors, in order to soothe their own egos, have muttered about how she probably only likes warm-bloods.  Maybe even point-ears.<br/><br/>Still, she proved her bravery and adventurous spirit when she tried to keep going out in search of food despite the foraging parties going missing.  Her insistent pleas have only gotten...louder...since the pickings have become so slim and their tribe seems on the verge of running out of food completely.  This has also gained her a reputation, though...and made her far from the Chief's favorite lizard.<br/><br/><strong>Connections</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chief Sootscale</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Once upon a time she and the chief were on decent terms, back when she could do her duty to the tribe, but since he has forbidden the foragers to venture out any proper distance, and their tribe is suffering for it, their relationship has become quite strained.  Her disdain for the shaman doesn't help, since she finds the chief's relinquishing of his duties cowardly and ultimately highly detrimental to the tribe.  No doubt her nagging only serves to worsen his condition.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tartuk, the Shaman</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hate and distrust are not words strong enough to fully encompass her feelings for the suspicious shaman.  She used to bring the former shaman herbs and other ingredients she found in her foraging, and the two of them got along fairly well.  When the wicked newcomer bested him, she had to fight the urge to send an arrow into his breast, and now she wishes that she had.  Secretly, she believes he is the <em>cause</em> for all their suffering, and the sacrifices are, at best, pointless and, more likely, just another way to weaken them or cause them to destroy themselves.  She knows better than to openly reveal the depth of her dislike for him, but she also keeps her distance and goes out of her way never to be around him.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Meepo, Chief Engineer</div><div class="spoiler_body">One of Nug's favorite members of the tribe, the one who taught her to craft traps.  His tales are far more intriguing to her than that of younger kobolds who all seem to be lying just to make themselves look better.  At least Meepo's <em>good</em> at it.  He's one of the few tribe members she's actually bedded - though, can you call it that if it didn't happen in a bed?</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thrix, Eggwarden</div><div class="spoiler_body">While the two only really have one thing in common, Nug still likes Thrix.  Sometimes she would assist the taller female in protecting the clutch chamber from mites.  They don't talk much, but that's okay by Nug.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shriketongue, Court Poet</div><div class="spoiler_body">While there is no one in the tribe she dislikes more than Tartuk, Shrike sure comes damn close.  He's another example of the chief's buffoonery in her opinion, though far less detrimental than the shaman.  Shrike's just a living example of the chief's over-inflated ego, one who has tried to worm his way into her good graces on more than one occasion.  The nicest thing Nug has to say about the frail kobold male is that at least the chief managed to find him a way of contributing to the tribe, even if it <em>is</em> ultimately useless.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nerrix, Weaselkeeper</div><div class="spoiler_body">She likes Nerrix, and she keeps trying to make the damn fool shut the hell up. While she agrees with him, she also knows better than to make her feelings known, well aware that drawing the shaman's attention will only end in one way.  The things she's heard about the beastmaster have left her with a pang in her heart, but she knows that if it comes down to it, she won't stand against Tartuk to save his life.  Sometimes she wonders if that's a sign of her own cowardice, or a sign of intelligence...often she thinks it's a mixture of both.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nakpik, Lair guard</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nug and Nakpik used to forage together, and were probably as friendly as Nug gets with other members of her tribe.  They've shared laughs over the squeals of trapped beasts, and stood together looking up at stars that many kobolds will never glimpse.  Now, though, they don't spend much time together anymore, since Nug is busy trying to fix things and Nik is busy poking prisoners.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Uurgl, captive</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nug couldn't be more indifferent to the prisoner if she tried.  The fact that the sunlight is making it grow hair is mildly interesting, but otherwise she has no feelings one way or the other about the mite.  She finds it ridiculous that they're keeping it alive and trapped, but has a mild urge sometimes to free it merely in order to piss off Tartuk.  Every sacrifice she could deny the shaman would be a feather in her cap, after all.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Party</strong><br/><br/>TBD<br/><br/>Her feelings on the current issues are covered pretty well in the stuff above, if you want more, just let me know!