Glorf Smugwizzle

Background
Glorf is full of contradictions. What he lacks in stature, he makes up for in irritability.

Born the twelfth-oldest of twenty-seven siblings (sixteen surviving) and eighth-oldest of fifteen half-siblings (ten surviving), Glorf quickly learned to take his share or be left out. He also learned to be forgotten; most of his siblings don't know him by name, nor does he know most of them. His one saving grace is that he grew up to be the smallest of the litter, so now if anyone gets in his way he finds a way around them - usually underneath.

After his father died a brave death in battle (catching a pair of arrows in the back while fleeing a bloodthirsty horde of treacherous elven reavers), Glorf swore on his mother's as-yet-unfilled grave that he would never be caught with his back turned to an enemy. "It's a gobbo-eat-gobbo world out there, son. Only the greedy survive." Those were his papa's last words before he died. He said them to a raccoon he thought was his son because of the death pangs, but another soldier overheard them and paraphrased for Glorf a few months later. They're all Glorf has to remember the old git by.

Glorf is a shoemaker by trade, and he makes terrible shoes. I mean really terrible. Nobody ever taught him to make shoes, he just started making a pair one day out of a cow bladder because the blisters on his bare feet were so painful. Someone in his village thought his bladder-boots were a new fashion statement, and ever since then he's been slashing cows and sewing soles to keep up with the backlog of orders for his one-of-a-kind wares.

His greatest flaw is that he thinks before he acts. Most goblins don't, and that gets him left behind more often than not. He's small, but he's learned to be quick to make up for his slow way of thinking. He's also really, really good-looking for a goblin, which gets him attention from all kinds of crazy folks because he's such a freakshow.

Statistics
Chaotic Neutral Goblin Rogue, Level 1

Languages: Common, Goblin