He was born in the Uzg. He was a sickly creature, dwelling low in carved caverns at the side of sandy, dead hills. He spent his life as an outcast of his tribe, eating scraps and hunting for himself. He was never thaught anything, read, write or hunt. He spent his childhood in the caverns, feeding of moles, rats and the like, sometimes, if he was unlucky, he ate mushrooms, there began his hatred for vegetables. On the rare occasions where he would leave the deep caverns, he would treat himself to rabbits and fish, spiking envy from his older tribesmate. Once he grew confident enough, and with strong convincing fom his tribe, he moved out off the caverns towards the rest of the world. He made his slow walk towards Ves, walking at night, on the sides of the roads, spending his days sleeping under hills or in thick bushes. Once he made it to Ves, he caught a glimpse of a world of hatred and disgust coming from humanoid races. Fearing death, he retreated into the sewers of the city, again forced to eat whatever he found. He spent years eating garbage and drinking questionnable fluids, making his stomach resistant to pretty much everything found in sewers. During his forced hiding in the sewers, he encountered fellow homless people, where he gained the name of Hobo The Goblin, the first name he ever recieved. After this, he spent quite some time in their honest company, thieving and plotting with that ever so small brain of his. He went here and there, and finally found his way to Helena, where he grew to find discuss in the Wonks, as well as Kha, which he believed to be disgusting, soiled and poluted creatures drawn to irrevocable damnation.
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Hobo took a quick step back, startled by the man’s approach. He started to look frantically left and right, looking for an escape route from this human being who was too expensive to talk to him. He started to breathe heavily under his own stress, blowing his putrid, rotten breath towards the man. He started scratching his body, bringing back his bodily stench, a mix of sweat, garbage and fecal matter. He gave a big smile to the gentlleman, opening his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to talk.
”Erm, uh, hell.. hello th-there m-mistah. Uh oh, me stinky, me have to go. G-g-good... B-bye.”
Hobo turns away, running at full speed towards the nearest sewer entrance, seeking refuge in the only place he could call home.

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