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.
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.
