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About Fellow Goodbotch

Fellow Goodbotch, the idiot Half-Elf with a heart of gold was raised by elves. Because of his low
intellect, he thinks he’s an elf. Fellow quickly out-aged his peers and the community
realized that lack of any skills and incredible strength would make him best suited to life
as a soldier. His incredibly loyal nature also helped along these lines. His military career was cut
short however, as his commanders grew tired of his constant failures and bad habit of always
rushing into situations without planning or being ordered to.

Though, rather than ejecting him from the elven order his commanders thought it kinder to simply
send him on an, “extended mission into the common world.” The elves used their connection with
the Liberty’s Edge Faction of the Pathfinder Society to grant Fellow a temporary membership.

Fellow’s one saving grace, aside from his ridiculous strength and agility, is his uncharacteristic
ability to come up with the solutions to situations that others may have missed. Though, most
don’t take his suggestions/observations seriously as he lacks common grammatical skills and
speaks like a cave-man. They’re also often offended or embarrassed when he’s correct.

Most of the time however, Fellow is clueless. In addition to his low intellect he lacks social skills.
When addressed, Fellow usually responds with lack of tact and inappropriate honesty. He openly
and unappologetically picks his nose, scratches his butt, and farts in public. When asked questions
that he doesn’t understand or know the answer to, Fellow just responds with nonsensical phrases
such as, “Derrrr, I’m and Elf!”, “I like feathers.”, “Rocks are fun to throw.”, “Do you have any meat?”
or, “Nice lady with pretty hair, NICE lady with pretty hair.”

Sadly, Fellow’s elven commanders don’t expect him to last very long in the world. They anticipate
his impulsive nature will result in his demise. Though, he’ll probably go down in an attempt to
protect the innocent or his friends.