ꄗ Scrap Junkbones ꄗ

 
ꄗ Made for D&D campaign ꄗ
I'm very new to D&D so this might
 include inaccuracies and mistakes.



ꄗ Personal information ꄗ
Nickname: Scrappy/Scraps
Species: Goblinoid
Age: 10 years
(20s in human years)
Height: 1 meter
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Gender expression: Masculine
Romantic orientation: Lesbian
Sexual orientation: Lesbian
Alignment: Chaotic good
Class: Bard
Level: 2

ꄗ Appearance & anatomy specifications ꄗ
𖣠 Scrap's blood color is black. 𖣠
𖣠 She has 4 fingers on each
hand and 3 toes on each foot. 𖣠
𖣠 She has various small scars on her body
from previous combat, boat-related accidents and
traps she accidentally wondered into. Most notably
Scrap's left ear has an entire chunk ripped out of it. 𖣠
𖣠 She's skinny, bordering on emaciated. She
wasn't treated very well by her fellow bandits
and often had to fight other goblins for food. 𖣠
𖣠 Like any other goblin, Scrap loves shiny
things and trinkets. Her travel backpack is
filled with them. She likes tying them to the
nets she's sewn into her garments. 𖣠

Feel free to simplify when drawing! Just
make sure she's skrunkly and trashy haha.

🗨 Quote 🗨
"Prepare your ears for some new fears!
As I tell you about the terrifying legend of GRACK.
A tale all the way from the far west seas."
*Plays ominous music*

ꄗ Likes & dislikes ꄗ
Likes:
𖣠 Trinket collecting 𖣠
𖣠 Fixing & playing instruments 𖣠
𖣠 Learning about different cultures 𖣠
𖣠 Impressing people 𖣠
𖣠 Freedom 𖣠

Dislikes:
✘ Negative assumptions ✘
✘ Highly dangerous situations ✘
✘ The horrible things she's done in the past ✘
✘ Showing vulnerability ✘
✘ Stealing ✘

🗨 Quote 🗨
"Well I don't need sleep because I'm like super tough."
*Visibly fighting for her life*

ꄗ Skills ꄗ
- Survival -
- Intimidation -
- Sleight of hand -
- Deception -

ꄗ Expertise ꄗ
- Survival -
- Sleight of hand -

ꄗ Gear, tools & instruments ꄗ
𖣠 Backpack 𖣠
𖣠 Default starter gear 𖣠
𖣠 Various useless trinkets 𖣠
𖣠 Wood & bone fiddle 𖣠
𖣠 Death whistle 𖣠
𖣠 Small drum 𖣠
𖣠 Skull hat/mask 𖣠

🗨 Quote 🗨
"Hah, absolutely not. I don't trust you...
Oohh shinyyy. 'Kay fine let's do it."

ꄗ Lore ꄗ
In the sandy deserts of Dash'tal Scrap found
herself entangled in a life full of crime and combat, growing up.
Since childhood, she's been a member of an infamous gang of bandits
residing at the coast. They gave her a sense of belonging and safety. Even if
she had to fight for food and shelter. At the adult goblin age of 9 she would join the
gang's raids. She never particularly enjoyed sinking ships or raiding villages, but the
trinkets she could steal were worth the risk. Besides, the people they came from, don't
deserve them. They are vile beings who kill goblins without reason. They only know
hate and violence. Anyone outside of the gang is not to be trusted. They would be out
for her blood if she didn't have such intimidating company. Or at least, this is what
Scrap wholeheartedly believed. Until one day, hiding from the heat in a
small rocky cave, she heard a very strange noise nearby.

Peering out of the cave, annoyed at whatever
disturbed her alone time, she saw a person sitting by themselves in the
shade of a nearby rock. They were playing a musical instrument. "Great" she thought
"now I can't leave until they finish their stupid bard activities." But as she listened, she
found herself somewhat enjoying said stupid bard activities. The way this person spun
melody after melody out of the snares, notes harmonizing beautifully together, Scrap
watched it all in awe. She had heard musical instruments before. Drums, horns and
the death whistle she crafted for herself. But she had never heard music like this. It
was magic. In the following days, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Soon, she found
herself back in the tiny cave. Hoping for the bard's return. Waiting to be enchanted
once more. On the same day, each week, the bard returned to their spot between the
rocky hills, to perform their art. Scrap barely prepared herself for the upcoming
village raid, as she had become obsessed with trying and learning about the
various musical instruments the gang had previously stolen.

The day of the raid arrived. Everything went as planned.
Explosives were detonated, buildings set ablaze, a few deaths here
and there, the works. Lost in thought while bagging some valuables, Scrap felt
something big and heavy, hit her with such force, it launched her through the wooden
door of another building. Disoriented and very hurt, she feverishly scrambled back on
her feet, only to stand face-to-face with the very bard she had been spying on.
Absolutely horrified, the bard made a break for the window, smashing it, and making
their escape. That night, as the gang celebrated, Scrap returned to the now empty
village. Reduced to ruin and ash. She carefully entered what remained of the bard's
home. Their instrument, cracked and covered in ash, hanging on the wall. Scrap
reached out to touch one of it's snares. As she let go, a single note echoed through the
ruins. She took the broken fiddle off the wall, returned to her base, packed a bag, swore
never to steal from innocents again and quietly left. Ready to start a brand new life
chapter. With a target on her back from the gang she left, and quite the bad reputation
as a goblin, she's not exactly thriving. But surviving as a street musician,
traveling from village to village and learning about other cultures
is infinitely better than the life she used to live.