Chugs is a short, morbidly obese goblin dressed in the scraps of once-fine clothes. His beady eyes, jacked-up teeth, and scarred ears make him rather unpleasant to look at.
Personality:
Chugs is first and foremost a hedonist. The swollen goblin loves food even more than others of his kind, and sees any pleasurable experience as something to try at least once. Despite his reprehensible looks, Chugs speaks very eloquently for a goblin and is strangely polite and friendly most of the time. This attitude conceals a blatant disregard for other's lives and safety, as well as incredible paranoia regarding his spellbook.
Backstory:
Born into a ratty bunch of goblins called the Ripdog tribe, the other goblins noticed early on that Chugs was smart. Absurdly smart, by goblin standards. By the time he was 7, the other goblins had already decided that he was the one to go to for advice and guidance. Chugs was more than happy to oblige, as long as whoever asked him questions gave him a substantial gift of food. In this way, the scrawny goblin quickly ballooned to a girth rivaled only by the chief himself. Said chief, jealous of the attention and food that Chugs was getting, raided his hut with three of his best warriors. To their shock, they found the bloated goblin sitting down and writing in a book. The chief and his warriors closed in on Chugs, tied him up, and made him watch as they tore the pages out of the book (actually Chugs's first spellbook) and burned them right in the middle of his floor. At last, the four goblins piled everything flammable in the hut into a huge bonfire, and ran away cackling as the hut was consumed in flames. What they hadn't counted on, however, was the fact that Chugs set his resistance to fire every morning as a force of habit. So, although blackened and terrified, Chugs was in good enough shape to scurry out of the burnt-out hut in the night. Chugs spent the next few years of his life scraping out a meager living on the outskirts of a human village, desperately sifting through garbage until he had enough paper to cobble together a new spellbook. Vowing eventual revenge on his old tribe, the goblin set out to see if anyone with money had need of a spellcaster. Even goblins have to make a living, after all.
