[EDITED: Added info as to how obtained iron dagger in back story]
Name: Bokii Napualani
Race: Goblin: Mu'uan (tentatively named, Pacific Islander type human)
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Weapons: Wooden Spear with barbs on one side of blade, made of koa wood; iron dagger
Armor: Leather tunic and pants, above average quality; bronze breastplate, royal hawk painted on, bellow average quality, light patina; bronze gauntlets, low quality, light patina; leather boots, worn, average quality; cape made of red silk, with two crossed spears painted on the back in black.
Other Equipment: koa wood bracelet, family crest; leather pack with wood pole frame; mat woven from palm leaves, used as bed/seat; koa wood food box, contains simple utensils, 4 days military rations, 8 balls of milk chocolate; a canteen made from a dried gourd, about 1 liter capacity; 4 Ada; sun hat, woven from palm leaves; 2 red shirts, high quality; 2 black pants, average quality; 1 pair wooden sandals; 2 sheets of above average quality, used as blanket and clothing/toga/body wrap; 2 long strips of cloth, average quality, used as underwear/wrapping; Bronze tube, watertight caps, contains nautical maps (Mu'uan Island chains) tactical maps (different valleys), 'tokens' made from wood and stone with different weapons carved on them, painting showing Napualani Royal family, and Bokii's father; conch shell, used as a trumpet; one beautifully carved stone idol of Makuahine (Mother of All), showing a naked Mu'uan woman, gently holding her pregnant stomach and smiling; one roughly carved koa wood idol of Kaua (God of War), wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, craved into a male, the face is grotesque, almost demon-like, the wide open mouth is covered in dried blood and ringed with real teeth, 7 canines from as many people, with what looks like spaces to secure more.
Magic: None
Clan: None (yet), Is a Member of a Royal Family in his homeland.
Beginning City: Val'Raveran
Back ground: Bokii was born the 6th child and only son of Queen Lamoia Napualani, in a far off island chain. Blessed with a relatively safe and happy childhood, he grew up wanting nothing and fearing little. An incident involving a dry ditch on a farmers land filled with spiders lead to his only phobia. He showed an affinity for learning the different languages of the queendom and nearby Islands, and began to train as a diplomat under his mother around the age of 12. This sadly did not go well, and he started undergoing other training that would be of use to the Royal family (book keeping, town management, 'tribute' assesment ((tax collector)), etc), though showed no real affinity for anything. On his 16th birthday he was drafted by his father, the Military Ruler of his homeland and trained in the arts of traditional combat. However with his Royal upbringing he was overweight, and a result was him being slow in combat, but with an affinity for spear fighting. Under his mother's influence it was suggested he be trained as a tactician and be kept at the back of the battle, somewhat to his shame. This was met with mixed success as a war was started between his homeland and a rival island chain. Every battle he commanded was a victory, but his first few were costly. It was during these campaigns he earned the moniker 'the Spoiled Commander', largely because he was given command of some of the best troops in the queendom, access to rare bronze armors for him and his lieutenants , and 'handed everything, even victory', much more to his shame. His spirit was crushed in his 20th year, when he was forced to deal with an attempted uprising lead by his youngest sister Ele'el. By law in his homeland women are considered sacred, and to murder a mother would normally be dealt with execution. This order was temporarily lifted for him when his sister was captured and brought to him to be executed for her crimes against the queendom. He hesitated during the execution, when Ele'el attempted to kill him first, a trusted lieutenant delivered the death blow, then committed suicide. After his sister's death he went into seclusion for a while, hiding in a cave where his first battle occurred, training further in spear fighting and conducting mock battles to get his mind off what he had done. In his 25th year, war was declared against the rival nation again, and he was called to command the invasion force. On the eve of departure, he was alone in the cabin of a supply ship when a freak storm occurred, damaging the masts of the ship and breaking its free of its mooring. Cast adrift and pushed far away by the storm, Bokii thought he was being punished by the gods for the death of his sister. He survived for 6 months at sea, due in part to large amount of rations and supplies on board, spending his free time mediating and training again. Conducting mock battles on maps in the cabin during the hot parts of the day, swimming along side the ship during the cooler parts, and fighting a makeshift training dummy in the evenings. For a time he attempted to keep track of the ship's progress, giving up when he realized he couldn't read the seas and stars like he could read terrain and troops. When the currents and winds finally bought him back to land, it was strange and unknown to him. He spotted a trade caravan being attacked by bandits near the coast, leaping from the ship and swimming the short distance to shore, violently killing one bandit with his spear, and throwing the body towards the rest, causing them to panic and run. After the short battle he turned to return to the ship, only to see it being destroyed against the rocks, and quickly salvaged his few remaining possessions and some food. Having nowhere else to turn, and happy to have some kind of contact again, he traveled with the Caravan, learning the halme language along the way. Another attack by bandits was repelled again by the 'Warrior from the Sea', causing a bit of a stir among the caravan when he smashed the head of one wounded bandit who had surrendered against a rock, collecting a tooth, and smearing the blood and gore into the mouth of a wooden idol he carried. He also acquired an iron dagger from the body, seeing its value more as a tool than a weapon. Afterwards the traders started giving him a wider berth than normal, whispers of fear they thought he couldn't understand or hear reached his ears. When they arrived at Val'Raveran's gate, he decided to simply disappear into the crowds, stopped by the Caravan Leader just long enough to be given a small amount of Ada, an apology and wishes of well-being. As he headed into the crowds, the final word of warning about the 'black devils' and their 'mana arts' was lost to buzz of trader activity.
Description: A somewhat handsome, brown skinned goblin male, with a rounded out face, clean shaven, with a long ponytail. Overweight, but kept in fit condition by carrying a heavy load and exercise. Due to his size and weight he can be somewhat slow in combat. Has high endurance due to marching long distances with the Army of his homeland. His fighting skills are as follows; Unarmed: strong but slow, focusing mostly on grappling, will usually only fight hand to hand if he wants to avoid hurting someone; Highly skilled with a spear, average speed, a fighting style focusing on keeping the opponent at bay, and either disarming them or putting them off balance, hooking an opponent with the barbs of the spear, and pulling them around and to the ground, either for a deathblow (stab to the throat with the blade or crushing the head with the end of the shaft) or another warrior to dispatch, disadvantaged against armored opponents and forced to sweep the legs or do a pull-down with the barbs in such a situation. Uses his dagger mostly as a tool and often doesn't think about using it in a fight, kept sharp. Speaks broken halme, though boasts a comprehension beyond what his speech would imply, sometimes using it to his advantage, and is slowly picking up the Drow language. If not wearing his armor, will usually be wearing medium to high quality fabrics consisiting of a pants, a shirt, and/or a wrap.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: ~300 pounds
Eye Color: dark brown
Hair Color: black
Personality: Generally cheerful or happy, if somewhat haunted by (what he perceives as) his past failures, and slow to anger (normally). Friendly, if cautious because of his diplomatic and command training. Very curious, sometimes bordering on excitement about all the new things hes seeing, often attempting to examine an object to see how it works if he thinks it won't cause a fuss. Spiritual to a degree, carrying an Idol of Makuahine with him, which he takes great care to not damage, as well as one of Kaua that he keeps and 'feeds' mostly out of fear. Very respectful towards females of any race, and would never attack one outright, but would defend himself until the woman stands down, is too injured to pursue him (short of a mortal wound), and in cases where he would have no other choice but to kill the woman or is sure he would lose/die anyway, to surrender.