Goblins. Nature's ablative armour against adventurers. Small, weak, and not terribly bright, there are only two ways they can really survive as a species. The first method is the one most go with; massive mobs of pathetically outmatched combatants. The more sensible option is to cheat.

This one seems smart enough to have opted for the latter choice. As goblins go, she's twitchy and suspicious, but then that's natural behaviour when you're a quarter or less the size of virtually anything that might want to kill and eat you - or in these lands, capture and rape as the case may be. Of course, to notice her nervous demeanour, one has to spot her in the first place; this is not an easy feat by any means. Standing almost exactly one meter tall, she easily goes unnoticed even when she isn't trying to - and she's ALWAYS trying.

Her clothes, if one can sully the word by using it for them, look to've been carved and roughly stitched together from a leopard's pelt. That a goblin, working entirely on her own, could take down a jungle cat of such a size speaks volumes as to her utter lack of ethical behaviour when it comes to survival and combat. The skins are in relatively good condition, but don't do an awful lot to cover up her minty green flesh; the network of tiny cratches and streaks of dirt do that. Tucked into the straps holding the upper pelt in place are a pair of surprisingly sharp looking stone knives, and one gets the feeling those are the tools used to kill, skin, and shape the clothing in the first place.

Given a bit of work, she might clean up fairly nicely. She's lean and wiry from decades of hard living, without much in the way of fat; one might guess twenty kilos at maximum, probably less than that. Unlike most of the demonic beauties around, her breasts aren't spectacularly large. If anything, they're actually a touch below average, which makes enough sense given the overall thinness of her frame. Her eyes are more notable, carrying a certain luminescence to them; the crimson irises take on a reflective glow in the darkness, much in the same way as the cat she's wearing would have had. They're wide and wary, always shifting focus and trying to watch everything around her. Pointy ears part dark hair, ever alert for the sound of something sneaking up behind her.

In short, she's a little bundle of treachery, paranoia, and murderous self preservation. The utter epitome of goblinhood, really.

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Reds: Males, Herms/Shemales, Scat

Greens: Virtually Everything Else.

Being a goblin, Kikami is one of the lowest of lifeforms. She has poor will and fortitude saves, and, like most of her race, exists almost solely to be abused, enslaved, bullied, and generally taken advantage of by virtually any other race imaginable. Mind control, enslavement, enchantment, experimentation, rape, abuse.. whatever you figure you can get away with, she's there for. Of course, expect her to fight.. if you're not careful you might get a knife in the ribs while you sleep off her maltreatment.