~GINXHAS~

An obsidian-hued kobold wanders into view, alert and cautious; his snout is marred with several scars and he has a slight shake to his frame, little ticks and twitches that occasionally sneak upon his snout and maw. Clearly, this diminutive creature has seen combat and likely been on the losing side more often than not. He dresses in rags, and drapes his hornlet-lined skull with a hood, the likes of which has seen several iterations of crude patching and stitchwork. One eye is hidden behind a pitch black eyepatch - frayed at the edges. Should it be lifted, it's revealed that one eye seems to be blinded, far paler than its counterpart.

If one were to get a measure of his physique, he is unsurprisingly lean - but there's a muscled tone beneath the gleaming scales that further suggests that he has at least made the effort to train himself athletically.

That said, he presents a pathetic image overall, and his demeanor is slinking, shrinking and meek. This is offset only by his remaining eye; it's golden in hue, and in the rare times that he makes eye contact, some may be surprised at just how piercing his gaze can be. There is an intensity there that seems... misplaced.

His voice is a thin, raspy croak - somewhat grating and graveled; he smells of a faint, oily musk with strange accents of molten metal; as if he'd been at a forge or blacksmith's station recently.