Isk: The Catcher
Dec 2, 2015 3:08:43 GMT
Post by kalcibone on Dec 2, 2015 3:08:43 GMT
Name: Isk 'Star'
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Kobold
Profession: Hunter/trapper
Basic desription:
This little dark green kobold is mottled with browns and greens, a golden slitted gaze and a small silver star mark on his right cheek.
Clothing is small backpack, small bags on a belt, and a shortbow.
Basic personality:
Quiet but kind to those who disearve it, this kobold was trained to happily hunt down animals down folk to buy or furs to live on. It does not take much to make him happy even now in such times.
Basic history:
Isk, named after the silver scar mark on his cheek scales, happily was born into the iron mine kobold tribes, raised to be the best kobold possible he found pleasure in stalking, hunting, and trapping animals for food for his kin. He'd bring everything he could hope from rabbits to elk with his traps! He got even further into this happy life before the infected came, ravaging his kin and turning them into the walking dead as well..
He went off, using his trapping skills to leave nasty surprises for the dead and living alike in his wake. He frowned, as he wandered into the new city, crumbling andf falling appart in the worst of ways. Dead walk, mutents everywhere... he bolted to the nearest 'safe' area inside a home... Inside he accidentally ran into kin, Ssej'ir the meek little kobold! Told softly about Desolate, Isk happily followed along to offer his work.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Kobold
Profession: Hunter/trapper
Basic desription:
This little dark green kobold is mottled with browns and greens, a golden slitted gaze and a small silver star mark on his right cheek.
Clothing is small backpack, small bags on a belt, and a shortbow.
Basic personality:
Quiet but kind to those who disearve it, this kobold was trained to happily hunt down animals down folk to buy or furs to live on. It does not take much to make him happy even now in such times.
Basic history:
Isk, named after the silver scar mark on his cheek scales, happily was born into the iron mine kobold tribes, raised to be the best kobold possible he found pleasure in stalking, hunting, and trapping animals for food for his kin. He'd bring everything he could hope from rabbits to elk with his traps! He got even further into this happy life before the infected came, ravaging his kin and turning them into the walking dead as well..
He went off, using his trapping skills to leave nasty surprises for the dead and living alike in his wake. He frowned, as he wandered into the new city, crumbling andf falling appart in the worst of ways. Dead walk, mutents everywhere... he bolted to the nearest 'safe' area inside a home... Inside he accidentally ran into kin, Ssej'ir the meek little kobold! Told softly about Desolate, Isk happily followed along to offer his work.
