Tiktik the Kobold (http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=44416)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/board/tg/image/1337/09/1337095155450.jpg)</div>Having grown up in the slums of one of the largest towns, Tiktik knew what it meant to be poor. In the kobold warrens, they received little help from outsiders--not that this was strange, since few people received help from others. His parents only had one clutch, and two of his eggmates died in infancy, but growing up Tiktik enjoyed the company of two brothers and a sister, to speak nothing of the other young with which he grew under the watchful eye of the fosterers.<br/><br/>Kobolds being miners of great proficiency, the adults often spent long days out in the desert far below the floating city that was their home, mining avius crystals. Each day they would be sent down by their employers, no kobold making nearly enough to actually begin their own business, and each day they would spend hours beneath the ground following the tracks of the worms that had left behind the precious crystals. Nary a year went by without a kobold or three being lost, but their rate of reproduction and their small size allowed them to escape the worst of the attacks unscathed, which couldn't be said of most of the larger races that came down.<br/><br/>Essentially slave labor, the kobolds worked endlessly to feed their families in a tight commune, earnings being shared, yet there was never quite enough to go around, and often Tiktik and others found themselves going hungry so that even younger hatchlings might be able to eat. Yet they bore the brunt of the abuse heaped upon them by other races stoically, for amongst the kobolds there was a prophecy that one day a worm would rise into the sky, a winged one, that would elevate their entire race to a different place of plenty and there they would shelter beneath its great wings and live happily. It was said that they had come from this kind of winged worm--a strange notion--and that they each return to it upon their death.<br/><br/>Tiktik, however, grew uneasy as he grew older, and as he reached his 9th year, when he would be told to join the adults in the mining operations, he declared first in private to his family, and then to the rest of the community, that he would be leaving to make his fortune, and return to them when he was rich and elevate them from their poor status. They argued against him, but he was steadfast in his decision, and a few days later left.<br/><br/>That was five years ago; since then Tiktik has found work as a bounty hunter, often working for the Hunter's Guild, and when there was no work there, doing odd jobs for various folks around the floating city. A few times every year he finds the time to visit his family and the rest of the commune, and every time they urge him to return, but to no avail. Resolved in his decision, he continues trying to amass a fortune so that he might be able to fund the kobolds' rise from servitude. The small kobold has gained a reputation for sneakiness and guile, preferring traps and ambushes over a straight up fight when possible. Armed with his trusty revolver and the technological knack most kobolds have allowing him the use of "caster" bullets he often employs he continues his work trying to fund not only his own life, unable to depend on a community, and a small horde with which he hopes to one day make his dream come true.