Fig

Name: Fig Cromwell
Race: Goblin [townie]
Gender: Female
Age: Late 20's/early 30's she never really specifies
Height: 4' [so smol]
Weight: probably like 75lbs
Eye color: yellow scelara, deep black/brown irises
Skin color: Green
Hair color: Lavender
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Level: 9 [8 Warlock | 1 Fighter]
Class: Warlock -Pact of the Blade- | Fighter
Patron: Shadow Demon named Lucian [Luci for short]

Her D&D Beyond Profile

Backstory:

Fig started out like any other child. Happy, carefree, and had little knowledge of how the outside world was. For a time it seemed like it would always be paradise. Until, one day, a group of adventurers appeared. The goblins welcomed them with smiles and open arms however the strangers seemed to have other plans than a friendly visit. It all happened so quickly; the blink of an eye. One moment there was peace and the next there was nothing but blood and fire. Amidst the debris and decay the young goblin was left alone. Laying in the dirt and blood, grasping to her final breaths of life. A broken prayer made; a plead for survival, for power, for revenge.

The child believed her words fell upon deaf ears and accepted the darkness that began to envelop her. Little did she know that darkness was not death but in fact a demon. The fiend, hearing the girl's pitiful cry, obliged. She was young, alone, easily manipulated. What better creature than this to aid in his selfish desires. New life breathed into the small creature she stood overlooking the embers and flames as it ate away at her happiness.

As the remains were left behind she walked aimlessly before stumbling, by fate or her Fiend's fine design, on a small town. The estate she had happened on the grounds of was small. A pair of humans were sitting outside, enjoying a lavish lunch. The couple hadn't noticed the sullied and small child to start, but she was caught trying to steal food. One would think they would scare her off, but surprisingly the two tried their best to make her feel welcome and at peace. After the loss of their own child the appearance of this one was like a sign from the Gods themselves. She was meant to be theirs.

From there they raised the child like their own. They taught her how to speak common and act like a lady. However, despite their best efforts she would never be fully accepted by the rest of the town. Ridiculed, teased mercilessly, and at times chased off or beaten without probable cause. It was made abundantly clear she wasn't welcome there, but her foster parents were happy. They loved her. So she turned to violent outbursts against those who would come to her with ill intent. In time they left her be for fear of what she might do. Though that didn't stop them from being cruel to her parents.

That cruelty and its affects on her family were the reason she decided to leave to save them from the torment. From there she decided she would make a name for herself; she would show those people that she was more than some goblin. She could be more than a "monster" and prove to them she deserved to be there. To live happily with her family. She would make them see and make her parents proud.

Since then the goblin wandered in search of a group of adventurers to help in her endeavors. She had a debt to repay and a mission to fulfill in her patron's stead. It wasn't long before she met those she is with now. The Shadow Mantis as they have come to be called; a small mercenary group that started at four but has slowly grown to many. They have made a name for themselves, at least in a small town called Phandalin where the base of their operations is housed. Unraveling the secrets of Faerun while creating a small safe haven for those who would otherwise be persecuted for merely existing; a place where man and "monster" live in harmony... For now

Personality:

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