Name: Votu
Age: 17
Height: 4"
Weight: 55 lbs
My kind are often dismissed as cowardly, foolish, and weak. Little do the ignorant other-races know, we Kobolds have a strong social structure that stresses devotion to the tribe. Weāre quite skillful and clever with our hands, and we viciously work together like a well-oiled machine to overcome our physical shortcomings. I come from a fairly large tribe that, like most of our kind, resides deep within the jungles of Chult ā in a series of large underground caves within the Valley of Lost Honor. Growing up, I was somewhat revered for what the Kobold elders described as āabnormally strong dragon bloodā within me. This, they said, was because I am the reincarnation of Arix the Strong ā one of the most revered and successful warriors in my tribe. Arix was killed in a battle against a warlock who, after enslaving one of the many beasts that prowls the forests of Chult, attempted to bend our tribe to his will. The warlock succeeded.
Unlike other races, Kobolds have no concept of permanent familial relationships. I, like all Kobolds, was born in a large nest and raised by the entire tribe; however, the person who is most like a mother to me is a priest of Kurtulmak, god of the Kobolds. She was actually the person who informed me that it was my destiny to leave my tribe so that I could one day return and free them all from the bondage of that wretched warlock. She helped me escape when I was of mature age, and I have since traveled the world in search of whatever it was that would help me fulfill my destiny. Unfortunately, the priest never bothered to tell me what this thing was. Instead, she told me some crap about me knowing it when I found it.
Having never been outside of my home, I had no idea that other races were so hostile toward my kind. I soon found myself living on the streets of every town and city I traipsed into. I eventually found myself accepted into a local thieves guild comprised of other āundesirableā races and societal rejects. They provided me with the skills to keep myself alive while I was traveling. One night, I attempted to steal quite the collection of shiny trinkets from an old man who lived in this town I frequented. When he caught me, a woman (who I can only guess was his daughter) gave me the beating of a lifetime. Iāve never seen someone strike so quickly and with such grace! She outclassed even the finest warriors of my tribe. The man took pity on me and offered me a place to stay, and training in the ways of the Monk. He didnāt seem to care about my race. Iāve been training as a monk ever since.