Bulrip

[Bulrip]

Greed is my virtue, but some think me bold, coin is my saviour, a faith many hold. In darkness they hunt me, in cavern and crypt, as eager they covet the lines of my script.

.†.MINUTIAE.†.

Characters full name: Bulrip Gemskinner
Known aliases: Tinkerer
Age: 50
Race: Goblin
Class: Artificer

Hair Colour: Blue
Eye Colour: Yellow
Skin colour: Moss Green
Height: 3'0
Weight: 60lbs

Appearance:

Shaped through many seasons spent down the family mines, and standing at an impressive three feet tall, this goblin's physique could have been wrought from rock, as minute muscles glisten like snow-capped peaks beneath the sweat of his exertions; making even the stoutest maiden swoon. Crowning this titan among fae then, lies a tangled thicket of blue that bristles up toward the heavens, as the jutting teeth of towers might tear toward the sky, though when one's gaze plummets, the depths of his greed are truly unveiled. Split by a smile so vast its creases travel from the horizon of one cheek to the next, the creature's visage is unfettered by the hardships of age, at least by the standards of his kin, and yellow fangs gleam like ugly jewels amidst the splendour of nature's beauty.

Adorned in shoddy leather garments, and sporting a cap that accentuates the point of his ears, the miner turned artificer has a roguish charm about him that disarms the hostility most races harbour in their hearts toward his kind.

Personality:

Carved from cunning, and shaped from superior stock, Bulrip possessed an intellect that he refused to squander down the mines like the rest of his tribe; pawing over books when they drank, or more often than not gambled, the night away. Whilst the glitter of jewels still stirred a dark and primordial greed inside him then, the scholarly goblin spent his time exploring the way machines worked, rather than mindlessly manning them down the mines, causing him to become ostracised and exiled by his kin. This drove the once flamboyant fellow inwards for comfort, until the only company he could commune with were the mechanical creatures that littered his home. Versed in many tongues, though he may have been, his own could be found running away with him as a result of this, for his passion for invention has shattered the walls of his sanity to such a degree that he truly believes that his creations can talk back!

Equipment:

Oogles – Resembling a pair of orange coloured goggles, the device that can commonly be seen adorning Bulrip's head confers many unique properties to the inquisitive of eye, and the keenest of mind; as deceptions crumble like inhibitions before alcohol, and mechanisms are unveiled. When peering through this contraption then, the goblin not only becomes impervious to illusions, but may also reduce any machine or lock to its base components before his gaze. This feat alone has made him useful to bank robbers and bounty hunters alike, for only he can work their magic, and the sleek circles have even been laced with harmful cantrips, should a thief wrest them from his corpse.

Dazzle- Pale as bone and decorated by swirling patterns inked in black, this curious invention begun life as a mask a miner might use to shield their mouth, fastening just above the ears in a loop about the skull. Aside from its comical value, however, this creation allows the wielder to expel gouts of flame from betwixt its impassive lips, and is fuelled by tiny canisters nestled into either cheek. Enhanced by enchantments of guile and dread though, once activated the mask is capable of stunning a foe or, should they possess no resistances to such dweomers, even cause them to flee in abject terror.

Boom-stick- Forged from obsidian alloy, and etched with the sigil of his tribe upon its head, the two foot haft of this mining implement has, in times of danger, or often squabble, been turned into a weapon by coaxing the stone-shattering properties from its inanimate shell with a quick command-word. Grown accustom to its weight through long hours of toil then, the goblins of Bulrip's tribe have become proficient at cracking skulls as readily as they would rock, when the head strikes solid objects and unleashes a violent burst of noise that sounds like a thunderclap. In reality it is simply producing waves so potent that they vibrate molecules until atomic structures expand and dissemble; but in the tongue of the goblin it is known as the 'boom effect'.

Deeper Well – Originally pillaged off a wizard's caravan, several of these bleak brown sacks have found their way into goblin hands across the centuries, though few ever realize their potential unless they too boast some magical skill. Once examined through an identification spell, or in Bulrip's case the mechanical equivalent, he discovered that this bag is truly bottomless, allowing him to carry all manner of luggage and curios with him on his travels; summoning them from its depths by uttering a phrase that is stitched in Draconic upon its drab exterior. Currently, the bag holds the following things:

1x Adventuer's kit (travelling rations sold separately)
1x Short sword (pointy end toward the foe!)
1x Buckler (guaranteed to stop those pesky squirrels)
1x Picnic cloth (romance may strike at any time!)
1x Damaged hamper (contents not fit for human consumption)

Background:

To be revealed..