Characters of the Town (OOC)

[Morty]

Name: Dipsnig
Gender: Male
Race: Goblin
Occupation: Thief, Spy, former Miner
Age: 25
Alignment: True Neutral
Appearance: Dipsnig is a slim, tall goblin with pale brown skin. He's more tidy and less ragged than most goblins, but he's got an air of sneakiness that surrounds the members of this race. He wears casual, grey and brown clothes.
Backstory: Dipsnig came to the Town preceeded by rumors of the mighty goblin clan gaining power in faraway mountains. Those rumors are true- Dragonbone goblin clan have risen to power and attempts to found thr first goblin nation in the world. The leaders of the clan plan to bring the goblin race into civilization, no matter what it takes. They have already persuaded many goblin tribes and clans to join them and threatened many dwarven and elven communities who tried to stop them- but at the same time they avoid war. They don't want hobgoblin and bugbears in their nation, but they see them as potential valuable allies. They made their capital in Dragonbone mountain where the clan originated and named their new quasi-nation "Dragonbone colony". Now they have sent many young, ambitious goblins into the world to gather useful information which might be helpful for the new, goblin state. Dipsnig is one of them and came to the Town in search of new experiences, treasure and maybe goblins to join his leaders' cause. In his colony and during his travels, he mastered the art of deception, stealth and close combat. He knows how to use throwing weapons and fight with a pickaxe- an unusual choice of weapon, but quite effective; before entering his current career, Dipsnig was a miner.
Personality: Dipsnig is in many ways a very typical goblin: sneaky, distrustful and not particularily brave. He's also a bit greedy and fairly opportunistic. He's also very touchy on racial subjects, displays a strong racial pride and dislikes dwarves and elves very much.
Equipment: Most of the time, Dipsnig wears casual clothing to blend into the crowd. He's always wearing a leather armor underneath though, and always has at least one dagger at him. When in action, he doesn't wear anything special, he just takes more weapons with him- his trusty pickaxe, a shortsword, a crossbow and three throwing daggers.

Name: Michalson
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Occupation: Wizard, former Bounty Hunter
Age: 47
Alignment: True Neutral
Apperance: Michalson is a thin, tall half-elf. He's got a goatee and always looks as if he needed a good shave. He dresses in a tattered grey longcoat with some casual clothes underneath.
Backstory: There's not much to Michalson's backstory. He grew up in a backwater village as a son of local wheelmaker and an elven sorcress who apparently "knew" his father for only one night and left her child with his father, who has no choice but to raise his son. Michalson's father was a good man and did all he could to raise the child, but was simply not prepared to the task, and the rest of the village didn't help much- they scorned Michalson's father for siring an illegitimate child with some "elven tramp" and treated Michalson himself with slight scorn. Michalson wasn't the one to make friends easily either; those two factors combined made him a generally disliked outcast. He didn't care though, beliving firmly that other inhabitants of the village are morons unworthy of his attention. He left as soon as he reached 18 years, setting fire to one of the farmers' barn as a "goodbye gift". He immediately headed towards the nearest big city, as his ambition from earliest days was to learn magic. After a big amount of effort, he finally managed to enlist into a magical academy in this town. He spent several years there, learning magic. He didn't do anything else, always found in company of books rather than other people. He continued to belive that others are not only beneath his attention but out to get him. After leaving the academy, he wandered the land, eventually becoming a bounty hunter. This life suited him, or so it seemed- he didn't have to talk to people, he just killed them and collected his rewards, other people from his party -he joined up with five other bounty hunters- did the talking. After some time though, his party decided it's time to part ways, as they were all tired with constant fights and bloodshed- Michalson as well, as deep down he's just a socially inept bookworm, not a killer. Recently, he came into town in search of knowledge and some peace.
Personality: Michalson is cranky, grumpy, a bit rude and arrogant and generally antisocial. He doesn't talk much, unless someone at least pretend to be interested in what he's got to say, and he's rather big-headed. He feels much better in company of the books than in company of other people.
Equipment: Michalson's possesions include his spellbook, magic staff and clothing- worn, tattered longcoat, a blouse and trousers, also a backpack with few scrolls, magical components and various basic items in it.