Gawg, the Bone-Shaker's page

Armor Class: 13 touch: 13 flat-footed: 11
Hit Points 8/8
Saves: Fort +1 Ref +2 Will +3
CMD: 10

Initiative: +2
Base Attack Bonus: +0 CMB: +0
Melee: Sickle +0 (1d4-1 19-20/2)
Ranged: Sling +3 (1d3 x2; 50ft RNG)

Spells Prepared:
Cantrips: Spark x3
1st-level: Cause Fear, Inflict Light Wounds

Skills:
Intimidate +3 (1r-1Cha+3class)
Perception +5 (1r+1Wis+3class)
Profession (Fortune Teller) +5 (1r+1Wis+3class)
Spellcraft +7 (1r+3Int+3class)
Use Magic Device +3 (1r-1Cha+3class)
Feats: Combat Casting
Traits: Advantageous Distraction
Special Abilities: Darkvision (60ft), Cantrips, Plague Patron, Spell Poppet (UM 66), Aura of Desecration (UM 66)

Combat Gear: Sickle, Sling, Sling Bullets (20/20)
Consumables: Potion of Cure Light Wounds (1/1), Potion of Mage Armor] (1/1)
Other Gear: Flik the toad, spell poppet, dark-magic bone shaker, bone dice, tattered top hat, greasy face-paint, spell component pouch, second spell component pouch (mostly full of tasty snack morsels), one dead rat with twine tied to its tail, Oil (1 pint), pouch of sharp pieces of glass, pretty round metal thing on a chain (stopped making annoying ticking noise once it was hit with a stick), drinking skull (fashioned from an unlucky cat's skull), ritual bone knife

Goblins make pretty much everyone uncomfortable (under the best of circumstances); some goblins however make even other goblins uncomfortable. Gawg is one such goblin, and he takes being a creepy little toothy freak to a new level.
Gawg was destined to be special from the very beginning, when the cage in which he was kept was dropped and tumbled down a hill, bumping the little goblin around and knocking his head against the bars of the cage. He was given up for dead and tossed into the tribe's garbage pit. It was then that destiny intervened, and the young goblin miraculously awoke and clambered from the heap of refuse. From then on, he knew he was special. He was destined for Great Things (even if the rest of the tribe thought that his tumble had done him serious damage in the head).
It wasn't long after his fall when young Gawg began manifesting sorcerous powers, which were only tolerated (along with the rest of his oddities) because they usually involved lighting something on fire or making someone hurt a lot (and sometimes both at the same time).
He only really earned a little (still grudging and distrustful) respect from the rest of the tribe after chasing down a halfling fleeing from a caravan ambush, bludgeoning him to death with a freshly stolen jar of pickles, and claiming both his head and tall hat.
Now Gawg spends most of his time telling fortunes and performing auguries, listening to the dark secrets whispered to him through his dirt-filled skin poppet (not to mention the wisdom of Flik, his pet toad), and most recently amusing himself with a rat tied to a bit of twine (even though the rat died recently, it's still a fun game).

Gawg's appearance is unusual for a goblin, and generally considered horrifying by the standards of more civilized peoples. He paints his face with face-paints in the rough image of a skull, and is never seen without a lovingly polished halfling skull (the top has been bashed in and then repaired) jammed on a stick, which he habitually shakes to create a disquieting, hollow rattling sound. Another feature to readily distinguish him from the rest of the horde of ankle-gnawing little freaks are his clothes: in addition to the ratty loincloth unfortunately common to his kind, Gawg wears a now filthy green frock coat (he traded the buttons for pickles a long time ago), a tattered top hat with unsightly bloodstains (giving the bizarre little goblin a constant buzzing halo of fat flies), and a mostly smashed pocket-watch worn around his neck.