Name: The Grand Royal Doctor Maxwell the Third. Most people call him "Bob the Builder". It's a mean name, but it stuck.

Appearance:

Race: Goblin

Class: Inventor

Personality: Bob is a self proclaimed genius when it comes to building things. He only picks the finest spots for spare parts (trash piles) to build his flawless inventions (barely functional). He uses big words to sound smarter thanks to his college degree (found a dictionary and picked really long words to learn). He tends to talk down to everyone around him. as a result, he has numerous friends (nobody) to talk to. Bob is a compulsive liar who does whatever it takes to accomplish what he wants. If he likes something, he will go to lengths to obtain it, including theft. Has a blatant lack of survival skills, and will dance with death more than once.

Equipment: What one would call a mess of gears, smoke, and generally worthless trash, Bob would call his greatest accomplishments. He actually carries a delightful amount of odd things with him.

-Mighty Jet Pack: This actually is far more crude than it sounds. On his back lies a rather large cannon shaped object. It loads from the top, and fires downward. Using the power of explosives, and his light weight, the blast propels him forward at high velocities. There's just a few problems with it. The area behind him is hit with the full impact of the explosive, and he has no brakes on this crazy ride. Although a good way to get around, he leaves craters behind him and usually headbutts whatever is unlucky enough to be in his way.

-Invincible Armor: Being a goblin has it's downsides. One of them is death by anyone bigger than a goblin. So Bob invented a solution. A clunky metal suit powered by a salvaged battery he swears he made himself.This armor features top of the line features, including: Smoke Bombs, (the battery spewing smoke occasionally from struggling to work.) Electric Defensive Countermeasures, (Sparking of said battery through the suit. Usually enough to hurt things that touch it.) and the awesome ability to launch parts of his suit at far range enemies. (Again, parts just fly off when he moves anything too far in a direction. He just got good at using it like a weapon.)

-Sword of the Gods: It's actually a pretty average sword. It's been rigged up to glow brightly like a flashlight to appear menacing. When combined with Electric Defensive Countermeasures, it gets a lot better. The thing occasionally fires lightning in random directions, they hurt a lot if anything actually connects. The downside is it has hit Bob quite a lot. Perhaps holding a lightning sword in full metal armor is a bad idea, but he just insists this is the best part. Aside from that, an electrified sword is pretty effective against most opponents.

-Infernal Hell Gun: This is a gas fed fire that grows larger the more objects he feeds into the handheld furnace installed as the barrel of the gun. In some cases it works like a flamethrower, and can be adjusted to launch flaming objects. The downside is this thing is crudely put together. Accuracy launching the flaming balls of fire is horrible considering smoke billows out all sides of it. Ammo is not a concern considering it's literally whatever that can burn being thrown in. The gun can overheat, burning his hands if fired up too high, and in some cases literally backfires in his face. The weight of it requires both hands to hold it for him. It's his solution to long range combat though.

-Bandolier Belt of Infinite Possibilities: Not as infinite as the name implies, it still holds a lot of interesting things. It serves as a place to store his weapons when not in use. Among the objects in his belt are potions that heal or hurt, Bob can't remember which did what. Spare burnable objects, bombs, and rusty tools for tinkering. He always left a few pockets empty in case he finds something interesting. Well, "find" is a relative term for things he wants.

Motivation: Where there's fighting, there's better reason to try out his inventions. Where there are dead bodies, there are unclaimed objects he can salvage and convert into something new. Where there is treasure, there will be both of these. Bob doesn't need many reasons to do things.

Background: Bob grew up in a village of Goblins, far removed from other people. This village was obsessed with machines. Didn't matter what it did, it had to be made. Safety was never a concern, so it was no surprise the village exploded one day. Bob was among quite a large group of Goblins who survived the explosion. With no place to call home, he naturally sought out things bigger than him for protection. He was hated pretty quickly everywhere he went, so he ended up trading shoddy gadgets for a place to stay. From town to town he went, leaving devastation behind when his traded gadgets eventually exploded. This never concerned him, he insisted that only he knew how to operate them. It must be their fault it failed. Bob is pretty hated by everyone, but he doesn't care. He's just itching for a reason to keep building new things, new weapons, new explosives.