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Name: Sisska of the Hearth
Race: Kobold
Age: 19
Class (Optional): Commoner (Former), could multiclass into Warlock (Pact of Servitude) or Bard (College of Whispers).
Backstory:
Sisska doesn’t remember her real parents. She only knows they were too poor or too scared to keep her. She was handed off—whether sold or surrendered—to a brutish band of orcs during a raid when she was barely out of the egg. But they didn’t kill her. They didn’t mistreat her. In fact, to Sisska, they were family.
She swept the stone floors of the longhouse, roasted meat over the fire pit, patched the clothes of warriors, and cooed lullabies to baby boars in the pens. She was the heart of the hearth, the quiet pulse of daily life in a clan known more for its war drums than its tenderness.
They called her “Little Fire,” not for her strength or fury, but for the way she brought warmth to cold nights. She had a name. She had a place. She had meaning.
Then the "heroes" came.
They burst in with sword and flame, painted themselves as liberators, and left her kneeling in the ashes of her home, with blood on her hands and tears on her scales. “You’re free,” they said. But freedom was crueler than chains. Freedom had no stew pot bubbling in the morning. No laughter echoing from the sparring pits. No thick green arms to lift her up when she fell.
She wandered through towns and forests, begging for scraps and kindness. But she wasn’t good at freedom. She wasn’t strong, or clever, or independent. She was just Sisska.
And so she made a choice.
If the world won’t give her a family, she’ll find a master. Someone to serve. Someone to belong to. She doesn’t care if they’re a warlord, a witch, a merchant, or a demon. She’ll clean their floors, polish their boots, feed their beasts, and lay down her life if needed. She doesn’t seek power or wealth.
She seeks purpose.
She seeks chains.
Personality:
Loyal to a fault: Once she’s yours, she’ll die for you. And smile doing it.
Nurturing & soft-spoken: A caregiver through and through.
Emotionally conflicted: While she craves servitude, sometimes she struggles with the trauma of loss and the complexity of self-worth.
Motivations:
To find a “master” who needs her as much as she needs them.
To recreate the sense of community she lost.
To prove that her life has value—not by power, but by service.
Race: Kobold
Age: 19
Class (Optional): Commoner (Former), could multiclass into Warlock (Pact of Servitude) or Bard (College of Whispers).
Backstory:
Sisska doesn’t remember her real parents. She only knows they were too poor or too scared to keep her. She was handed off—whether sold or surrendered—to a brutish band of orcs during a raid when she was barely out of the egg. But they didn’t kill her. They didn’t mistreat her. In fact, to Sisska, they were family.
She swept the stone floors of the longhouse, roasted meat over the fire pit, patched the clothes of warriors, and cooed lullabies to baby boars in the pens. She was the heart of the hearth, the quiet pulse of daily life in a clan known more for its war drums than its tenderness.
They called her “Little Fire,” not for her strength or fury, but for the way she brought warmth to cold nights. She had a name. She had a place. She had meaning.
Then the "heroes" came.
They burst in with sword and flame, painted themselves as liberators, and left her kneeling in the ashes of her home, with blood on her hands and tears on her scales. “You’re free,” they said. But freedom was crueler than chains. Freedom had no stew pot bubbling in the morning. No laughter echoing from the sparring pits. No thick green arms to lift her up when she fell.
She wandered through towns and forests, begging for scraps and kindness. But she wasn’t good at freedom. She wasn’t strong, or clever, or independent. She was just Sisska.
And so she made a choice.
If the world won’t give her a family, she’ll find a master. Someone to serve. Someone to belong to. She doesn’t care if they’re a warlord, a witch, a merchant, or a demon. She’ll clean their floors, polish their boots, feed their beasts, and lay down her life if needed. She doesn’t seek power or wealth.
She seeks purpose.
She seeks chains.
Personality:
Loyal to a fault: Once she’s yours, she’ll die for you. And smile doing it.
Nurturing & soft-spoken: A caregiver through and through.
Emotionally conflicted: While she craves servitude, sometimes she struggles with the trauma of loss and the complexity of self-worth.
Motivations:
To find a “master” who needs her as much as she needs them.
To recreate the sense of community she lost.
To prove that her life has value—not by power, but by service.
Category All / All
Species Kobold
Size 1920 x 1920px
File Size 2.15 MB
Listed in Folders
She's cute even if it's sad that she doesn't seem to be able to properly take care of herself and want someone to rule over her. The loyalty is nice. I could see myself hiring her ass a nanny and bodyguard for the children if nothing else. We need to teach her how to cook though. Roasting is fine but it takes more than roast meat to give kids a healthy diet.
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