My goblin past I worked for Gallywix in the Undermine as a brilliant craftsman until his envy turned lethal. One night a gang of goblins dragged me to a Twisting Nether portal and threw me through. A void claw severed my right hand and mocked me; it said I was betrayed and must prove my worth. They beat me bloody, but I kept rising. I seized the void hand, fused it to my wrist, and my eyes became shadow-void. I trained in assassination, theft, and void magic for fifty years while outside time passed a day. I returned, used void clones to build my reputation as the Void Assassin; none have seen my true face. I forged a void coin and carved an endless realm. My legend spreads in whispers and shadow. Ever. Goblin appearance I am a short, slender male goblin with dark green skin and wavy hair the color of void. My eyes burn Void Purple Shadowy Indigo beneath a hooded assassin cloak that drinks light. My right arm ends at a jagged, leather-bound severance; beyond it a nebula hand of translucent deep purple and indigo swirls with tiny star glints. Void lightning crackles along its crystalline obsidian claws. My cloak's endless pockets whisper, my belt holds daggers, darts, and pulsing vials, and a Twisting Nether gem hangs at my throat. I move with predatory grace, every seam of my cloak hiding tools and curses; the void gem hums against my chest, a cold heartbeat that answers the nebula in my hand. Let me know your thoughts please and thank you.