Iron Tooth

Character Name:     Iron Tooth

Character Age:     100

Character Species:     Kobold / Slime Augmented Reptilian

Hair color: N/A (Scale Color: Dusty Brown)

Eye color:     Amber

     Generally taller than the average Kobold, and significantly wider still, the round reptilian spent much of his twilight wandering and exploring. Taking in new sights and sounds, tastes and sensations, having long since settled into the role of Traveler and Observer. Perhaps decidedly less xenophobic than the average 'bold, he'd merely cite birth to a city formerly steeped in prosperity and tolerance for his jovial and welcoming outlook.

     Life started making use of his naturally large physique as a Miner, later on picking up the occasional odd skill here and there as population booms started pushing more than a few folks to a life of adventuring. It wasn't until his fascination for a fellow Kobold's magic and a chance happening upon an otherwise abandoned Library did he find his true passion - Magic, specifically that of Transmutation.

     Eventually though, to paraphrase one great storyteller; Not all exits are made equal. Some, beautiful, poetic, and satisfying. Others, abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, and clumsy. -- His time with Kin and Kith faded, for better or worse, and in his solitude he sought to master Himself as much as his Magics. The occasional crude emergency medicine, basic - if functional prosthesis, and even a fully functional Graft had been notches in his belt already. What was pushing it a bit further? No ethical issues, when you have your own consent upon yourself.

     By now, in internal physiology, barely anything could even be Called 'Kobold' anymore - But that mattered little. He'd achieved the ability to mold himself with ease. While some might fret and obsess over ever higher standards of 'Perfection', he seemed quiet content to keep a general aesthetic for a long time now, merely adjusting minor features on a whim like one might cut or dye their hair. The occasional sweeping change of architecture only really performed should the next world he visit have a stark difference between his usual choices and their own Kobolds.

     One thing he never got used to though, was awkwardly trying to explain to by-standards that he was fine should any grievous injury he received reveal the vibrant amber jelly that made up the significant mass of his anatomy in a colorful trauma for all involved~