Drint was born in the Cattail Tribe, a peaceful tribe of kobolds. They wished for him to be a farmer, but Drint sensed there was more for him. At last, he ran away, to the city. A few kobold thieves took him in and taught him how to make money, and make a name for him in the world. Soon Drint was an expert forger. He never killed anyone, though. Never meant to kill. One terrible day, though, some guards were chasing him. They had discovered some of his work. One was catching up to him... he didn't want to go to jail... it was an accident. When he came back to the sewers, his comrades had already heard the news. They saw his knife, still bloody. They chased him out. Drint left and decided to return to his village. But when he got there, a horrible spectacle awaited him. There was nothing there. Nothing. No signs that any village had ever existed. The Cattail Tribe was gone. After this, Drint went into hiding. He was no longer simply a murderer.
He was a murderer with no home.
Personality:
Spoiler:
Drint used to be nervous. That was before his dwarven friend, Girther Stonestriker, left. Now, he distrusts everyone except his 'real' friends. He hates dwarves now, and fights with the newest addition to the party, Rolly Skullsplitter, quite often. He grows extremely angry when somebody insults his race, and often purposefully goads them. Even though he almost always ends up worst in the fight. He is no longer the stuttering, fidgeting kobold who lapsed into Draconic when upset. He has changed.
Drint has green eyes, coppery scales, though his old accent has all but disappeared.
A picture of Drint.
