Kobold

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Full Name

Koh the Kobold

Race

Kobold

Classes/Levels

Monk of the Four Winds/Qinggong Monk 1

Gender

Male

Size

Small

Age

14

Special Abilities

Elemental Fist

Alignment

Lawful Good

Deity

Irori

Location

Belhaim

Languages

Draconic, Common

Occupation

Kung Fu Wannabe

Strength 10
Dexterity 18
Constitution 10
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 14
Charisma 8

About Koh the Kobold

"Oh... wow... THAT WAS SO COOL!!!"

Crunch:
Koh the Kobold
Male Kobold Monk/1 (Monk of the Four Winds/Qinggong Monk)
LG Small Humanoid (Reptilian)
Deity: Irori Homeland: Tian Xia Age: 14

Init +4 Senses Perception +8, Darkvision 60'
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Defense
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AC 18 Touch 17 Flat-footed 14
HP 8/8
Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +4 (+2 vs. sleep or paralysis)
Favored Class Bonus +1/3 AC bonus
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Unarmed Strike +5 (1d4/x2)
Special Elemental Fist +1d6 (1/day)
Flurry of Blows (-1/-1)
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +3 (+2 dirty trick); CMD 15
Feats Elemental Fist, Weapon Finesse, Improved Unarmed Combat
Traits Blood of Dragons, Golden Scales
Skills Acrobatics +8, Escape Artist +8, Perception +8, Stealth +11
Languages Draconic, Common
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Equipment
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Backpack
Bedroll
Trail Rations x5

Background:
"...mom?" The female ratfolk looked up from the pot she was scrubbing and down at the kobold standing to his right, her ears perking up as she cocked her head to one side. "What is it, Koh?"

"...I'm not a ratfolk... am I?" The female rat's stature momentarily sank for a second, before straightening back up and smiling. "What makes you say that, honey?" The kobold frowned back up at her, grimacing. "We don't... look the same. I mean... I have scales, you have fur... I can see fine in the dark, but you can't... even our claws are different, look?" The kobold held up his hands, looking between them and his 'mother's' and frowning.

The female ratfolk stepped back from the washing tub and dried her hands on the apron she wore, kneeling next to the kobold. "Koh... what we look like isn't important. You are still my son, and I still love you... and always will." The kobold frowned back as his shoulders drooped. "But what am I? Am I... am I some mutant? Or a monster?"

Reaching up and placing her hands on the kobold's shoulders, she looked him in the eye before smiling. "Listen, Koh... you're... not a ratfolk. That is true. But where you came from or what you are isn't what makes you... you." She pulled the creature closer as she wrapped an arm over his shoulder. "But... I think it's only fair you know where you came from. When I first came to Avistan from Tian Xia, I was part of a wagon train. As we passed through one of the towns, I purchased a basket of eggs for my newest stew recipe. Well, you can imagine my surprise when one of those eggs was ENORMOUS compared to the others... but the owner didn't know where it came from. So he let me have it. As I brought them home and set the basket near the stove... something marvelous happened: the egg began to hatch!"

Koh listened quietly to his mom's tale, a mixture of shock and uncertainty covering his face as she spoke. "Well, you can guess I was quite surprised. I took the egg out and placed it on the table, waiting to see what came out. After a few minutes, I heard the most adorable squeal from inside, and a moment later, a head poked out through the shell!" Koh's head frills drooped back at this.

"Was that... me?" His mother smiled back at him. "That was you, Koh. Now, I had never taken the time to find a mate after leaving home, and I had never given any thought to raising babies... but when you tumbled out of that egg, looked up at me with those big yellow eyes and begged me to help you to your feet, my heart melted. I couldn't help, but love you to pieces."

The kobold looked down again at his claws, spying his adoptive mother's hands and glowering back at his. The female rat smiled, before hugging him tightly. "Koh... you're a kobold and I'm a ratfolk... but that doesn't mean I love you any less. You are also my son, and no matter how many of my turnips you sneak, how infatuated you are with kung fu, or how different we may seem, you will always be my beautiful little boy." Koh frowned, but hugged his adopted mom back. He felt uneasy and uncertain about what exactly he was... but the fact she was still that was comforting.

Personality:
Koh knows very little about what he is, partly because his mom has made it a point to keep him from dwelling on the subject. Even so, Koh is curious as to what his racial origins are, and is thirsting to know more about where he comes from. Koh feels at ease being around other races, partly due to his upbringing, but also because he is easily fascinated by new, mysterious things. He has a habit of sneaking off to see new stuff, which adds to the stress his mother has in keeping up with his insatiable curiosity.

Koh grew up listening to tales of his mom's homeland in Tian Xia, particularly the stories of kung fu masters. He loved hearing of warriors who could move heaven and earth with their bare hands, and achieve super human feats of strength and agility. As such, he has become obsessed with the concept of becoming a kung fu master himself, even going so far as to develop his own "style" of martial arts. Albeit, his skill in combat is mostly him playing things by ear and fighting dirty when he can help it. He understands that his small size makes fair fights hard, so as long as it helps him even the odds, he has little issue using cheat shots and low blows to bring him victory. Koh's enthusiasm for things that are stylish over functional mean that he can often spend more time planning his moves than actually executing them, waiting for the prime chance to make his actions look cool.

Even though he has grown up away from kobold society, aspects of their racial skill still shine through in him. He is remarkably good at getting around unseen, and he has a natural tendency to avoid direct light, if he can help it. Little does he realize that he has an even deeper connection to his kind than most others, able to harness the might of his draconic heritage in battle under times of great stress and pressure.