Name: Vaeros, the Hunter
Sex: Male
Race: Kobold (Red)
Age: 11

Bio: Originally, Vaeros did nothing to stand out from the tribe. He spent much of his time digging tunnels on the hunt for gemstones just like any other common worker, and occasionally helping to hunt for food or supplies. However, on a small, seemingly routine hunting expedition, the group was ambushed by another creature on the hunt: a bloodthirsty harpy. Despite the group's best efforts to fight back, they were overwhelmed, and a handful of them ended up getting captured and carried off....

He remained missing from the tribe for over a week, and was thus presumed dead, a victim of the powerful harpy that took him off. However, he would one day be found in the forest surrounding their tribe's home, collapsed and wounded, a bow in his grasp and a quiver of arrows strapped to his back....

He did not discuss much of what happened; only that the harpy was dead and his wounds had been from the harpy itself. He did not even mention where the bow or quiver had come from. Since he refused to provide much information, however, many of the tribe began to believe that he had taken care of it himself. As a result, he was often added to many hunting parties by default, and he simply rolled with it.

However, there was a noticeable change in his behavior ever since. He mostly kept to himself, and he tended to silently venture outside of the cavern every now and then. Though he kept to the shadows, he would make trips to the outside on many occasions, and return later than he probably should. He became seemingly obsessed with his new tools, cleaning the bow and constructing arrows, or even attempting--but failing--to recreate the bow he was currently using through amateur woodcarving whenever he wasn't busy with working for the tribe.

He also began to claim to have one goal: He was going to defend the tribe from any threats to the best of his ability.

Name: Raxor
Sex: Male
Race: Kobold
Age: 10 (an adult for kobolds, don't worry)

Appearance:

(Note that we don't have to use Hero Forge; I just find it convenient to use)

Bio: Hatched under very average circumstances, Raxor is what one might call a baseline kobold, a real kobold's kobold, or at least an exemplar of all his people are. He does what is expected of his tribe, almost to a fault. Most of his days are spent mining, hunting with his sling, or practicing combat with his knife. Like most of the tribe, he has few personal possessions, those being his loincloth, dagger, sling, and mining pick. Everything else he considers superfluous.

Although hardly a jingoist, Raxor is proud of his tribe and his species, and considers his way of life to be the best that a mortal could have; good hard work combined with ample chances for relaxation and mating after a day spent mining or hunting, without the burdens of raising his offspring of the "unneeded" commitment to stay with any one female. His trips to the surface have been few and far-between, but a recent trip may force him to rethink his views on life.

Name: Rex
Sex: Male
Race: Kobold (Polar)
Age: 20
Appearance: Of average size and build for a Kobold, Rex has always stood out as looking much older than he actually is. With ancestors hailing from a colder region (and thus adapted for such environments), he's covered in a layer of hairlike feathers, save for his face, hands, and feet. His fashion sense is odd for a Kobold, being a mishmash of fashions and cultures he's come in contact with.
Bio: Descended from a line of kobolds native to the ice and snow, where hot springs flow and the daylight doesn't end in the winter, Rex's family has always made their bones by bartering and trading from other races (usually for junk and other unwanted materials) and selling or trading them to other Kobolds. His family always traveled, exposing him to different peoples and cultures. However, he's settled down among the tribe and continues his family's business, but will occasionally keep things for himself to tinker with.