Gorin Oakleaf

[Fironus]

Full Name: Gorin Oakleaf
Age: 40
Class(es): Ranger/Rogue/Shadowdancer
Race: Gnome
Subrace: Forest Gnome
Alignment: Nuetral
Deity: Katia
Short Bio/Description:
Having grown up in a small clan of forest gnomes near Point Harbor deep in the Dinen Forest, you know of the many races of this realm. Gorin Oakleaf, the name givin by your clan elder at birth you were always a loner...even among your kind. You were always watching through the trees, watching the other races and wondering. Why were they always attacking your kind? Why did every place your clan go always end up being overrun by those filthy orcs, goblins or worse....humans. You continued training in the art of concealment, all through your youth. As you got older you gained in experience and abilities. Late in your youth your clan was attacked by goblins. Very few from your clan survived this attack. You were in the woods doing your normal everyday training when you smelled the smell of burning wood. You immediately ran as fast as you could to your small village.

But it was too late...the only thing that remained was the charred ruins of your house and those of all your friends and family. You swore revenge. Swore that the goblin scum that did this would pay. As soon as you could, you gathered as many supplies as you could muster from the wreckage of your village. When you were sure you could carry no more you left. Using the skills you had been taught by your clan elders you tracked them. Followed them slowly gaining on them day by day. One day you came across a goblin scout patrol. There were 5 of them you could smell them well before you saw them. The wretched smell of these vile creatures almost overwhelmed you. You slowly moved closer to them then when the time was right you attacked taking out 2 of them in the first few swings of your short sword. When you turned to face the others they had run. They ran screaming at the top of their vile lungs. As you chased them you realized you could smell it...it was getting stronger....the stench of goblins.

They were everywhere when you rounded the next corner, were it not for your superb training it would have been the end right there. However you disappeared into the trees fast enough that they did not see you. You stared in disbelief as you looked at the massive gathering. There must have been thousands of goblins...goblins everywhere you looked. You slowly drew to the conclusion you could never defeat that many at one time. So you slowly slipped away into the darkness. Now you spend every waking moment hunting the vile goblins that slayed your clan. Picking them off one at a time. You still avoid the other races when possible however you have learned that they are not all bad..just most of them. You will never trust them however you have learned to tolerate them when you need to. And so in continues....the endless cycle of training and hunting goblins and sleeping. Just to wake the next day and do it all over again.

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