<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Nephie<br/>Race: Goblin<br/><br/>History:<br/>Nephie never knew why the old carpenter and his wife had taken her out of the city, taken her home with them, fed her and tended her wounds. She'd been alone in the city before then, an orphan of the goblin wars, stuck on the wrong side. She never knew her parents, nor the name they might have given her. Her name now, Nephie, had been given to her by the couple, after a while.<br/><br/>At first, certainly, things did not go well between Nephie  and the couple. As soon as she was well enough, she ran away from the small house, taking with her some of the few valuables the couple had accumulated. A few days later, though, she had returned, bartering some of the pieces she'd taken for some food or a place to stay for a night, only to leave soon after. Then, a few days later, she was back again and the couple fed her and gave her a place to stay, even long after she'd run out of things to trade back.<br/><br/>Nephie quickly grew into a rambunctious troublemaker, getting along with surprising ease with the other children of the village, roaming the area in wild packs. As time went on, she stayed more and more with the carpenter and his wife, though she still spent most of her time elsewhere. By then, Nephie had become a competent hunter. Not a truly skilled one, she never had the patience for that, but she was good at hiding and was a skilled shot. With a sling, at first, then as she started bringing down larger prey and as she learned to skin the pelts and sell them, soon with a bow and then a crossbow. Often, the couple would find gifts on their doorstep, carcasses of her prey, either by themselves or next to a grinning, blood-spattered Nephie.<br/><br/>By the time she'd was grown up, Nephie had become, not quite liked, but somewhat more than tolerated in the village. Sure, she'd never really learned to get along with things like laws or rules or exactly to whom some things were supposed to belong, but there were plenty or rumours circulating of bandits being waylaid before reaching the village and many had found mysterious gifts of meat or berries at their door when they found themselves too ill to gather for themselves. So outside of a few occasional altercations, she was left to her own devices, for the most part.<br/><br/>Viola and Desmene still live in the house Desmene first build for them when they moved to the village, still young and full of optimism. Life, however, has no been kind to them. Early on, a hard pregnancy left Viola unable to bear children and the few children that they did have were taken, one by one, by war or disease, the accumulated tragedies leaving the older couple with a gentle but sad disposition. Desmene still works, still good with his hands, though time has robbed the vigour from his limbs and life that of his spirit. The villagers are glad to give them work as well, the couple being well liked. Many families still live in the beautiful, strong houses Desmene built when he was in his prime.<br/><br/>The couple never told anyone why they picked up Nephie. Certainly, they have as much cause to hate goblins as any. And few again can understand why they still keep caring for the rude, ungrateful thing. But anyone can see how much happier they've been since they've taken her in, which has done much to foster the tolerance she's unknowingly enjoyed, especially in her younger years. Certainly, there were times when that tolerance was... stressed, but all the missing trinkets have since found their way back to their owners and time enough has passed to turn these incidents into things to laugh at rather than mull over.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Class: Fighter<br/>Background: Urchin<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Good<br/><br/>Str: 8  Dex: 16  Con: 16  Int: 12  Wis: 8  Chr: 14<br/><br/>HP: 13<br/>AC: 14<br/>Initiative: +3<br/><br/>Saving Throw Proficiencies: Strength, Constitution<br/><br/>Skill Proficiencies: Acrobatics, Perception, Sleigh of Hand, Stealth, Thieves' Tools, Disguise Kit<br/><br/>Languages: Common, Goblin, Draconic<br/><br/>Fighting Style: Archery (+2 accuracy with ranged weapons)<br/><br/>Weapons:<br/>Light Crossbow<br/>Hand Crossbow<br/>Shortbow<br/>Rapier<br/><br/>Armour:<br/>Leather<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/>Backpack<br/>Map of the city Nephie grew in<br/>Small knife<br/>Bedroll<br/>Mess kit<br/>Tinderbox<br/>10 Torches<br/>10 days of rations<br/>50 feet of hempen rope<br/>An alabaster mask<br/>Common clothes<br/>A wooden carving of a goblin<br/>Pet mouse<br/>Belt pouch with 20 silver coins<br/>20 crossbow bolts<br/>20 arrows<br/><br/>Personality Trait:<br/>I have bad manners and eat like a pig.<br/><br/>Ideals:<br/>Respect: Everybody, no matter their riches, deserves respect. (Good)<br/><br/>Bonds:<br/>My town or city is my home, and I'll battle those that threaten it.<br/><br/>Flaws:<br/>I would rather use an unfair advantage than fight honorably.<br/><br/>Features:<br/>Second Wind (1x per Short Rest): As a bonus action, I regain 1d10 + fighter level HP<br/>Fury of the Small: Once per short rest, when I hit a creature of a size category larger than mine, I deal extra damage equal to my level.<br/>Nimble Escape: As a bonus action, I can take the Disengage or Hide action.<br/>City Secrets: I know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When I am not in combat, I (and companions I lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as my speed would normally allow.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A Chase</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nephie' speed, as she darted around the trees, was greater than her stature would have indicated and her footsteps more silent than her speed would have in turn, a great contrast to the beast crashing through the woods behind her. It should have been so simple. Hear rumours of some bandits heading for the village, stealth around until she found them and shoot at them from the shadows until they were either hurt or dead enough to run away and stop thinking of assaulting the village. That had worked plenty of times before, but, well, who would think that some bandits would decide to attack a small, peaceful village with an ogre. "Hey, big guy!", she called back. "Think you could just let me go, this time? Us greenskins got to stick together, right?" All she got for her efforts was a roar another swing of his greatclub. She jumped over it, barely, more luck than skill. Sooner or later, she knew, her luck would be bound to run out. And while she was tougher than she looked, a direct hit from an ogre's club was not something that she would easily be able to walk away from. Besides, close quarters combat was certainly not her style. Especially against ogres.<br/><br/>Nephie was, however, far from giving up. That was even less her style. She still had some advantages on her side as well. Her size, for example. While it might have seemed to put her at a disadvantage against the much larger and stronger ogre, it had allowed her to stay ahead of him and unhurt and, given half a chance, would allow her to disappear from the ogre's sight so that he would doubtlessly not find be able to find her again. But running away like that would only allow him to head back and attack the village anyway. No, her real advantage was her knowledge of these woods, where she had spent so much of her time playing and hunting. And that was why she now sharply turned left. Of course, the ogre wasn't so dumb as to keep running through the bushes in front of him and over the cliff that was on the other side, but he did stop just long enough for the grick that was on the other side of him, warned and made angry by all the noise, to make its presence know. Nephie chuckled as she kept running, the sounds of fighting quickly disappearing behind her. She had been worried for a while about the strange appearance of this evil-looking creature so close to the village and now, it seemed, at one of her problems was about to resolve itself for her. Two, if she was lucky.<br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">An Encounter in the Forest (NSFW)</div><div class="spoiler_body">"You can come out now.", Nephie called back into the woods, from where she knew she was being watched. She'd been aware for a while, now, that she was being followed. And there was plenty of reasons for her to be followed. Maybe they wanted to attack her, steal from her, maybe even prank her somehow. Many would say that she deserved all three and more. But no matter how much she left herself open, nothing came. And that narrowed down the possibilities considerably. She had a fun one today, it seemed, and a shy one. She liked the shy ones. So she led him, careful not to go too fast, lest she lose him, to one of her favourite places: a small waterfall flowing into a shallow pond. She slowly disrobed on the shore before proceeding to bathe under the pouring waters, teasing without appearing to tease. That was, until she stepped out and called them out, her green skin glittering under the warm sun.<br/><br/>It was a man, this time. It was usually a man, but sometimes, she got a woman as well. But were fun, for a while. One encounter, a few more maybe. Never more than that. They only wanted a taste. A taste of something exotic, something wild, something a bit dangerous, maybe. Or maybe someone easy place to sow their wild oats with without risk of pregnancy. Nephie didn't mind. She spent long periods out in the woods by herself and was just as interested as they were to sate her urges.  She recognized the man too. Only barely a man, really, she'd noticed his eyes on her often the last few times that she'd gone to the village. "Like what you see?", she asked, though the answer was obvious, not only by the fact that he was still there, but the way he stood and the way his eyes bulged as he looked over her small body. He nodded frantically. "The... the other men, they said..." He hesitated and she laughed softly. "Don't worry, I know what they said and what you want." By then, she had reached him and she reached ahead to caress the bulge that had formed there. After a quick glance for permission, she gently pulled down his pants, just enough to reveal him right in front of her. Being this height certainly had its advantages. "You're wearing too much.", she stated with just a bit of excitement as she stared straight ahead. "How about you work on that while I get us started." And then, she stopped speaking for a while, her mouth too busy with other, more interesting things.<br/></div></div>