<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/c9c77939b0b13f46a9e262f8314a2161/tumblr_nz6p77RjCw1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Semi-NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/b3abf2926a7bf84137e07b0fd7f4aeaf/tumblr_nz6p77RjCw1tk4029o5_r1_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Zarnyllrezzntyg, but you can call her "Three"</span><br/>11 Kobold Monk (Unchained), asskicking and infiltration specialist.<br/>Mythweavers Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=766026)<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>At an inch or two under three feet, with well-defined musculature, Three is probably the biggest damn kobold anyone has ever seen. Her skin is mostly smooth, almost polished-looking, and of an interesting brassy yellow shade with darker brownish bands on her flanks. A pair of stout, if somewhat blunt horns poke from the back of her head, leading to a row of small scutes between her shoulders and down her back, culminating to a crest on her short tail. Her green eyes are large and cat-slitted, attesting to superb nightvision. Together with a short, supple muzzle, she has a surprisingly expressive face. Her body is packed with dense, wiry muscle, but is otherwise somewhat feminine; though her chest is slender and flat as one may expect, she has rounded hips ("egg-laying hips," perhaps?) and even something of a nice rump. Much of this is usually hidden within a fur-lined robe of dingy forest-green cloth, cut to allow her limbs and tail easy movement. Despite appearances, she's quite definitely warm-blooded; even a casual touch reveals her body to be much warmer than a human.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>On the surface, Three is a perfectly good monk. She strives for politeness, cleanliness, and charity in all things. She loves to learn about<em>everything</em>, and is happy to dispense wisdom if asked. But the truth is... she's still hat she is. She is far from an ascetic, greatly enjoying sensation and wealth. Occasionally jealous and possessive, she's prone to 'adopting" a person she likes and adding him or her to her "hoard." Whether they want to be or not. She doesn't put a lot of stock in "honorable" combat, preferring to use all means available to defeat a foe. She cares less about the variety of local laws in lands she travels (though she usually obeys them, just to be safe) than with her own sort of code and daily regimen of practice.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Three had the misfortune of being born a "freak." Her native tribe of kobolds trace their ancestry back to the great red wyrms of the mountains. But when she cracked her egg, it was not shining red scales that were seen, but bright gold, instead. From an early age, she was the outcast, the stranger, the suspect in others' misdeeds. Not that the occasional interlopers into the warren cared; kobolds have no shortage of enemies, and Three had to learn to make do with what scraps of armor and weaponry she was afforded in such raids.<br/>Finally fed up with her poor treatment (and by now tall enough to scrape her horns on the roof of the warren, anyway), she set off, to the strange surface. Unaccustomed to the chill of winter, dazzled by the shocking brightness of that demonic sky-orb, and unable to tell what could be eaten and what could not, she quickly succumbed to the elements. She woudl have died then and there, were it not for the intervention of a wandering mendicant. Fadel, a half-orc chronicler and explorer, found the starving, shivering kobold by the roadside, and moved by pity, took her in.<br/>over the years that followed, Three studied with Fadel, learning the ways to perfect her body, in order to protect against the dangers of the road, of larger, stronger beings. Through meditation, she touched what she thought were the roots of her being - a thin strain of golden dragon blood, and through<em>that</em>, the Draconic deity Apsu himself. After a time, she and Fadel parted ways.<br/>On her own, Three found a calling. While Fadel preached humility and poverty,Three was a<em>kobold</em>. She couldn't abide doubts about her prowess or ability. And she had ambition! Gold dragons are dragons the same as another after all, and the lure of gold pulls at even the least of their descendants. Three has been operating as a mercenary for a while now, a "fixer" of sorts, able to get into places where others cannot, and willing to ply her talents with fist and thought for pay.