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I get into my charaters head and thoughs thats why i emote in first person sorry if you are not a fan if not then i hope you have good erp and rp

Lights at bottom

I do use the first person i mean its used in movies and the like so if you don't like it no worries at all i hope you enjoy your RP's and ERP's

I have a learning disability make it hard for me to get punctuation and spelling right i don't tell people because iv been ostracized my whole like for it

if your gonna flake on planned rp let me know it happens so much to me

I have been going to bdsm classes for a good 20 years and have learned a lot about the Dom/sub dynamic if interested don't hesitate to send a tell

Name: Pippa ?Skipfist? Nix

Alias: The Laughing Knuckle, Happy Little Disaster
Race: Goblin
Classes: Monk / Assassin Rogue / Fighter
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Pippa was born in a goblin warren beneath a busy trade road?one of those places marked on maps as a ?problem.? Her clan scavenged, tinkered, and traded mushrooms and scrap with passing caravans. They laughed loudly, sang badly, and lived close together. To the outside world, they were expendable.

When Pippa was still small, a mercenary company was hired to ?secure the route.? The warren was burned, the tunnels collapsed, and the adults were killed in the name of safety and profit. Pippa survived because she was fast, small, and thought the chaos was a game?darting through smoke and rubble, giggling as she ran. When the noise stopped, she was alone.

She hid for days in the dark with nothing but hunger and echoing silence before a wandering monk from a roadside shrine found her. Expecting a feral creature, he instead received a hug around the leg and a hopeful question about snacks. Against better judgment?and perhaps because he heard laughter where there should have been grief?he took her in.

Life at the shrine taught Pippa discipline, breath, and stillness. She struggled with meditation but excelled at motion. Her small body learned to move like water?rolling, flipping, striking with open palms and precise knuckles. Fighting felt like play to her, and she learned quickly. Too quickly.

Years later, when bandits attacked the shrine, Pippa defended it instinctively. She disarmed, tripped, and struck pressure points just as she?d been taught?until she realized the attackers weren?t getting back up. She cried afterward. She apologized to the bodies. That night, she made herself a promise.

?No sharp things. Sharp things make accidents worse.?

From then on, she refused weapons of any kind.

Her mentor helped her adapt, teaching her how hands alone could disable, subdue, or?when there was no other choice?end a life instantly and cleanly. She learned nerve clusters, breath disruption, and ki techniques that could stop a heart as gently as blowing out a candle. Killing was never her goal. Ending harm was.

Word of her skills spread. A thieves? guild offered work, and Pippa?thinking it was just another way to help?accepted. She took contracts selectively, refused targets she didn?t like, and treated violence like problem-solving. When the guild ordered her to kill someone she had once shared soup with, she left without hesitation.

Now Pippa wanders as a freelance problem-solver, protector, and occasional menace to bad people everywhere. She smiles easily, laughs loudly, and treats danger like a game of tag?but she draws a firm line where cruelty begins. She punches to protect, to stop, to end threats before they grow.

She carries no weapons.
She leaves no unnecessary corpses.
And if she?s laughing while flying toward you with her fist outstretched?

You probably deserved it.

Red: Scat

Green: Everything Else