Alright, i'll put down what i've worked on so far for Fang.
Background:
Fang was born to a clutch of several different colored kobolds, though his scales were obviously the most vibrant, setting him on the course of being the whelp in charge of the clutch. He quickly gained a name for himself from his large curved horns and mouth full of teeth....though the name that stuck was due to a snaggletooth on the front of his jawline. While his fellow whelps learned the art of digging tunnels and setting traps, Fang was being equipped as a valiant guard of his people, ready to cut down any intruders to their home.
Fang was born to a clutch of several different colored kobolds, though his scales were obviously the most vibrant, setting him on the course of being the whelp in charge of the clutch. He quickly gained a name for himself from his large curved horns and mouth full of teeth....though the name that stuck was due to a snaggletooth on the front of his jawline. While his fellow whelps learned the art of digging tunnels and setting traps, Fang was being equipped as a valiant guard of his people, ready to cut down any intruders to their home.
This was not all of what his life was meant for, he felt, so he scurried from the tunnels of his home and sought to find the power he knew was his birthright. He stole away from his tribe with several of their relics and took sail for the shackles, working off a rumor of a great dragon to serve where his rightful position could be realized, though fate is a far more fickle mistress.
Caught in a storm, his small vessel was torn asunder, leaving this kobold to flail about in the heavy storm waters. He took a last breath of air as he started to sink under the waves, sure his dream would never be realized. But fate can be fickle in other ways too, yes?