<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/b0f84fs50d46n6n/Tilde%20thumbnail.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tilde (tilsin'rayair)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Transmutation Wizard [Enhancement]<br/><strong>Age:</strong>16 (kobold adult)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tilde smirks cruelly as Kirrok flails beneath the weight of the crate--If there's one thing that'll turn this girl into a terrible lizard, it's being under estimated. Some might say she had little big kobold syndrome. Magic was certainly involved, one of the perks of being a mage.<strong>"U-Urgh! Get it off!"</strong>Her smirk widens at the proclemation as she shifts foot, tail swishing behind her as she stares down at the complaining kobold, one hand going to a scales hip. Her crimson scales shimmer in the sunlight, her charcoal horns gleaming to give her a demon's halo in her position above the other red scaled mini terror. The familiar atop her head is cackling at Kirrok in its little high pitched voice, the winged proto-reptile clearly basking in its owner's amusement.<br/><br/>"Well hurry up and get standing. You said I needed someone bigger to carry my heavy things." She grabs the other kobold by the arm to haul him back up, augmenting his strength as she does so (+2 strength for 2 rounds to Kirrok). Tilde then moves off towards the ship interior... only problem being she wasn't *actually* sure where the lab was she's been assigned to is located.. it might take a while to find it. She pauses at the door, turning to watch Kirrok and make sure he doesn't try and run off with the equipment. "I said hurry it up, or are you not big enough for the load either?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Active Spells:</strong><br/>Book Ward<br/>Mage Armor<br/>False Life<br/>Ant Haul