"Fear the old Kobold in a profession where, by all accounts, Kobolds just don't live long at all. Such as being a kobold. Or dishwashing."



Name: Tiks
Alias: Also Tiks.
Race: Kobold
Age: Also Kobold. Kobold age.
Gender: Deadly. Also Male.
Height: 2'9"
Build: Muscular. Surprisingly very strong.


 Before you stands a Kobold, one coated in sand-coloured scales and bearing numerous scars of random shapes and sizes. As far as Kobolds go, however, he is several inches taller than even the tallest of his kin, and bears several features that set him apart from the sewer-dwelling reptilians that the world loves to hate.

 Most notable is the kobold's face; More specifically the manic gleam in his eye and the ever-present grin that adorns his scaly maw. While he seems far more civilized than any barbarian or wildling, the mere idea of a fight with the "Big Folks" seems to excite the little lizard to no end. And the bigger they are? The more excited he gets!

 A more subtle characteristic mayhaps lays in his scales. Seemingly random scales are as opposed to being the sand-like colour are more of a subdued green in hue, almost like spots of dry moss. Closer inspection reveals that they are indeed just plain scales... Curious! Then of course there's his tail, slightly longer and more lithe and slender than it really should be.

 A more adventurous individual would find the kobold having the telltale signs of koboldness between his legs. Indeed, there was naught there save for a thin slit hidden beneath the smooth scales, as was proper for a kobold.

 Most of the time however, the kobold is garbed in surprisingly fine apparel. He dresses to impress as one is quick to observe, and prides himself in his feathered hat and massive ax.








"Kobolds love to do Kobold things. Like cutting giants in half, or leaping over large boulders and across huge chasms... Wait, what do you mean that's not what kobolds do?"