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About Zito "Z" Moletti

An orphan of the Goblinblood Wars who "did time", as he calls it, with the church of Asmodeus's orphanage program. Zito was promptly kicked out at age 15 by a kindly priest who was decidely less annoyed with him than the other brothers who simply wanted to sacrifice him and be done with the brat. Zito spent time wandering around Elider enjoying the finest accomadations of the city's overcrowded prisons and the finer work of its underground brothels. It was here while working as a prostitute and sometimes thief he got into his first truly desperate situation. Kidnapped by cultists of Lamashtu who also took several of his friends and coworkers, Zito found himself deep in the Caverns of Chitterwood, a sacrifice to the barghest servants of Lamashtu who led the cult and several goblin tribes. As his friends were one by one devoured, the long suppresed memories of his life before the war flashed before his eyes culminating in the brutal murder of his human mother and elven father and the burning of their village. In a cold calculating rage, Zito put the few skills he had to use. Freeing himself of his bindings was easy, he'd had to do that plenty of times. Sneaking up behind his tiny goblin guards, also easy, how many times had he crept right by ever vigilant hellknights to rob nearby stalls for food. Snapping their tiny goblin necks was not only easy but fun. Soon enough he was found out and a terrific fight ensued, Zito using dropped dogslicers to carve up goblins left and right. But it could only last so long and Zito quickly found himself on the bloody sacrificial slab with a goblin wolf monster looming over him. Providence is a funny thing, however, and Zito was saved, barely, by an adventuring group led by a cleric of Calistria. After ripping the goblins to shreds and handidly beheading the barghest, the party retreated with the young half-elf in tow. The cleric saw the fire that burned in the boy and after learning of Zito's past thought that perhaps his fickle goddess had found another young subject that struck her fancy. How else, afterall, could a teenage boy slaughter as many goblins as he did all by himself and survive long enough for a party of adventurers investigating the kidnappings to arrive. So the cleric taught him of the Savored Sting, taught him a lusty love of life and swift and terrible vengeance for foes. Giving him a few gold to get him going and the whip he used when he first started adventuring, the cleric dropped him off in Elider to seek his joys and sorrows.

Zito or Z to his friends has a lusty joy of life and thinks little of the stifling bueracracy of Isger. While he sometimes dwells too long on his memories, he is quick to quash them beneath a night of debauchery and drunken passion. Zito is good to his friends, a pain to his enemies and yellow death to goblins.