Blue's character sheet (Patreon)

Eight character sheets? Has it been that long? Feels like only yesterday that I was writing Seki's story. Anyway, here's Blue, the second of three kobolds that you can rescue from the massage parlor in Varanar, Afternoon Three. This sheet, along with two NSFW versions thereof, can be found on the website over at  http://www.koboldadventure.com/charsheet/index.html#blue

Speaking of the massage parlor scene, two new images have been added to it, for the foot and the arm massage respectively! Courtesy of NekoFY, who also drew the lotion and the backrubbing parts. Go check'em out! The version number has been updated to 2.515 (Bully Blue). Without further ado, here is Blue's backstory.

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Part one: The arcane

Magic. Magic is a fickle thing. Whether or not it is real, remains a hot topic amongst the common populace. Some claim to have seen impossible acts first-hand. Others call these witnesses liars and frauds. The truth, is a little more convoluted than most men care to understand.

Yes. Magic is real. Whether they are chosen through genetics, determined by fate, or selected through dumb luck is unknown, but a very small group of individuals possesses the latent ability to bend the world to their will, using nothing but their minds. These men and women, kobolds and dragons, cats and dogs, humans and orcs alike, have the ability to move earth, conjure fire, freeze water, summon storms, enthrall feeble-minded simpletons, turn themselves invisible, open locks, teleport to far-off destinations, and much, much more. The most powerful of magicians, are rumored to be capable of stopping, or even turning back the tide of time itself.

An important distinction is to be made here. On one hand, there are wizards. Pompous bastards that openly practice their craft, in a vain and misguided attempt to captivate their audience, be they peasants to extort, or kings and noblemen to impress. Very few wizards know actual magic. Most of them are simple charletans, using alchemy, trickery and sleight of hand to fool people into thinking they know magic. These fake wizards, are a large part of the reason why people don't think real magic exists.

Apart from wizards, there are also mages. Mages are a more responsible kind of magically attuned individuals. They are the polar opposite of wizards, travelling around in unassuming robes, only using their powers when in dire need. While wizards enjoy the attention and the glory and the fame that comes from being gifted, mages try their best to remain anonymous and unseen, intervening at critical moments in history, then vanishing back into the crowd, using a veil of anonimity to maintain their hidden identity.

Wizards, too proud and arrogant to even acknowledge others like them, are mostly on their own when it comes to working their trade. Mages, on the other hand, are a bit more organized. They gather in guilds, although never alone. If everyone in the mages' guild was a magic user, then they could easily be identified by their habits alone. As such, the mages' guild is host not only to those who are able to cast spells, but also to anyone at all interested in studying the various facets of magic. Some less fortunate people join solely to have a roof above their heads, and the free meals that the guild provides are always attracting new members.

Even amongst one another, there are only a sparse few colleagues of the guild who are privy to the information of who is and who is not capable of sorcery. As such, doubts have arisen within the guild itself, as to whether or not magic is real. The true mages have no intention of clearing their brethren's confusion. After all, the less people believe magic exists, the easier it will be for them to go unnoticed, unseen, and unheard of. A few mages even willingly perpetuate the myth that magic is not real, to further bolster their outwards facade.

Part two: The mundane

Kitty Whitespots, nowadays known as Blue, is a kobold who has been studying magic for almost her entire life. Unbeknownst to all but a few, she is capable of extraordinary feats of sorcery, using her mind to conjure the elements, and bend the world to her will. But, being a tiny lizard, she isn't the most powerful mage around. However, having been taken into the mages' guild at a young age, her potential has been steadily growing over the years, her powers becoming stronger with every passing day.

Kitty was born in a comfortable, working-class home in Varanar. The only child of a busy feline father, and a worrying kobold mother, she was coddled for most of her infancy. The cat that conceived her was an industrious fellow, always out working his furry ass to the bone, to provide for his loving wife and newborn child. While not uncommon, it wasn't very prestigious to marry a kobold. Not that he cared. He was happy with her, she was happy with him, and their child would grow up to understand that she is every bit as valuable as the other species are. And that was all that mattered.

Years flew by. Kitty learned how to walk and how to talk, guided by her caring parents. Then, the time came for her to go to school, a privilege for a lowly kobold like herself. The other kids, and even the teachers were not very content with having to share their place of learning, with what they considered to be nothing more than scaly vermin. The young, blue-scaled lizard was harassed and bullied relentlessly. But her father was so proud of his little girl learning how to read and how to write, something that he himself had never gotten a chance to, that she did not have the courage to tell him how much she hated going.

While her schoolmates went out of their way to inconvenience Kitty, seeing her dad smile, when he came home late at night, was worth the daily slog. Whatever she was going through, she was sure that he had it ten times worse. And, encouraged by her feline father, she grew an honest interest in reading books. In normal families, it was the man of the house that would read bedtime stories to his children. But in the Whitespots household, it was Kitty that read to her father.

The days that the school was closed, Kitty spent reading and playing in the tiny garden behind the family's cozy home. She'd place rocks on the ground, and pretend they were the armies she'd read so much about, hundreds of thousands of men facing off against one another. The little kobold had quite the imagination. But playing in the dirt, growing filthy was inevitable. And fresh water was not always readily available. Kitty's pawpad-covered palm was coated in mud, more often than not. That is, until she discovered a new way to move her imaginary armies.

Part three: Ascension

Staring intensely at a rock, the young kobold was surprised to suddenly see it lift, straight up, off the ground, half a foot into the air! As she recoiled in shock, the stone fell into the mud once more. And so, Kitty learned of a gift that she had been bestowed with since birth. It was like moving a muscle she didn't even know she had. It felt good. Liberating. Like she'd spent all of her young life with an untapped source of energy, resting dormant inside of her, and now she'd finally found a way to let it out.

Playing in the backyard soon turned to training and honing her newfound ability. One rock at first. Then two. Within a week, she was strong enough to uproot a plant. A month later, her hands were cleaner than they'd ever been before. She no longer needed to touch her rocks to play with them. Being able to read while concentrating on levitation was a bit too much to ask for, but she was slowly getting there. Her powers were evolving.

Kitty's mother was too busy with household chores, and her father was too occupied with work, to take note of their daughter's special gifts. The young kobold, however, did not yet know that it was best to keep her abilities to herself. Luckily, her first attempt at using them in public was a spectacular failure. She tried to employ her powers to stop a pair of bullies from taking away her favorite book. It was then, that Kitty discovered that she could not conjure magic while under duress. The book was torn to shreds, and many tears were shed that day.

It seemed that happiness, and peacefulness were catalysts to the small lizard's sorcery. Even the day after the incident, she was still unable to move even the smallest of pebbles, too frustrated with herself to focus on magic. Gradually, over the course of almost an entire week, her powers returned to her. The newfound knowledge that peace of mind was paramount to employ her sorcery, was an invaluable discovery. However, there was still one harsh lesson that Kitty had left to learn.

Part four: Downfall

At school once more, the introverted lizard played her imagination-driven rock-games during breaks. Nobody paid her much mind, so a teensy bit of sorcery every now and again went completely unnoticed. That is, until the kobold decided to magically levitate and juggle a few rocks, just for fun. Little did she know, that one of the teachers was staring out of a nearby window, catching the little wizard in the act.

When a magic user is discovered, results tend to vary. Occasionally, they'll be brought to the mages' guild, so their gift can be studied. Other times, they'll be harassed and ostracized until they're forced to leave town. In certain, sparse few instances, things escalate even further. This, was one such case.

The teacher, not very fond of kobolds to begin with, rallied co-workers to her cause, easily convincing them that what she saw was true. They upset the children, gathered some superstitious parents, and chased the blue-scaled lizard all the way back home. An angry mob formed outside, demanding the witch to be burned alive. Wielding pitchforks and torches, they threatened to break down the door. The man of the house wasn't there, leaving the mother and daughter to fend for themselves.

Scared shitless, Kitty's mother did her best to bar both the front and the back doors, succeeding at holding back the murderous crowd. The stand-off lasted for almost an entire hour, with no guards in sight. Then, finally, catching wind of what was going on, the feline father returned. Hoping he could clear this entire mess up, the two kobolds watched him approach the group with relief in their hearts. But then, something happened that neither mother, nor daughter could have predicted.

Part five: Salvation

Harsh words were exchanged. The cat demanded the crowd to disperse, claiming that the guards would deal with any allegations they had. Barging through the mob, he stepped up to the front door of his own house. Inside, Kitty's mother cleared the barricade, and let her husband in. The moment the door swung open, the crowd went wild. A bit of pushing and shoving later, an outraged farmer with a pitchfork cruelly stabbed the feline, driving the farming tool through his heart, right in front of his wife and child.

The sight of blood spurred the crowd on even more, drawing them in like sharks. Pushing the cat's lifeless corpse aside, they stormed the house. Kitty's mother was grabbed and pulled into the mob. What became of her, nobody is certain. The young kobold herself fled up the stairs, attempting to hide in her room. But the lynching hordes, calling for a public execution, were right on her tail. They burst down the door, and cornered the magical whelpling.

Fearing for her life, Kitty begged and pleaded, but her words fell on deaf ears. The torch-carrying men were already setting fire to the place, to wash away any evidence of what was done on that day, and what they were about to do still. From amidst the crowd, a hooded stranger stepped forth. Unarmed, unlike most of his fellows. He reached for the girl, but instead of choking her to death like his peers were calling for, he tenderly took hold of her shaking hand. Then, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she was no longer in her burning home, but at the center of a ring of candles, in a place she had never seen before.

The stressful sensation of being teleported away, combined with the heavy emotional scarring endured that day, was enough for Kitty to pass out on the spot. When she awoke, she found found herself tucked into a comfortable bed, with cold soup on a nightstand next to her, sunlight filtering in through a large, ornate window, and some of her favorite books arrayed on a large and dusty shelf, spanning the entire length of the impressive bedroom.

Part six: Heaven

Did she die? Was this heaven? No, or so the local head of the mages' guild, who had dozed off in the corner of the room while watching over the girl that was brought in by one of his students, explained. The guild had been watching her for quite some time, but her father declined them, whenever they suggested she be brought in for an alternative education. But now, things had gotten out of hand, and they had no choice but to intervene.

Kitty had questions. Many questions. And after some more rest, a bit of re-heated soup, a fresh change of clothes, and a warm bath with some extravagant ointments, most of those questions were answered. She was devastated to hear that there was nothing the guild could do for her father, and even her mother was taken by the crowd. Worse yet, it was her own fault. But, or so the headmaster promised, if she let the mages' guild guide her, then they would make sure that nothing like that would ever happen again.

The kobold found little solace in the old man's words. For a few weeks, she did nothing but sit in bed, sobbing her worries away, occasionally picking up a book to read. At times, even the headmaster had his doubts that she would ever recover. But, eventually, after several months of intense depression, Kitty finally managed to grow a smile on her face once more, remembering the good old days, when she used to read bedtime stories to her father, and he'd pretend to be asleep. This time, he wasn't pretending.

The guards were asking questions again. They couldn't let go what had happened, during that one fateful afternoon. The mob had blamed Kitty, claiming she murdered her parents in cold blood, although her mother's body was never found. There were too many witnesses, concerned parents demanding the kobold be put down, lest she kill again. The sad fact was that some of them actually believed their own lies. The mages' guild was dragged into the whole affair, since they were supposed to know all about magic. It was clear, that a change of identity was in order.

Part seven: Transformation

Henceforth, Kitty Whitespots would be known, quite simply as Blue. Apprentice of the mages' guild, who had spent her entire life living there, with no connection whatsoever to the brutal murder of her feline father. The fact that she knew magic, would forever remain a secret between her, and the headmaster.

Wise beyond his years, the old man personally trained his new mage-to-be. While not a sorceror himself -- or so he claimed -- he taught her how to better control and amplify her innate powers. How to channel them, to make plants grow, water boil, to make every object in a room levitate all at once, and to burn hidden missives, after she'd read them, of course.

The training was tough, at first. There was a lot to learn, and the death of at least one of her parents had left Blue still kind of upset, which was highly detrimental to her abilities. But the old man was an expert at what he did. He managed to coax spellcraft from her fingers, no matter the situation. It felt like he'd trained a thousand mages before her. And the way he mystically appeared and then disappeared again, out of thin air sometimes, had Blue questioning whether or not he knew magic himself.

It was almost surreal, how her mentor knew everything about, well, everything! It'd take at least a century to learn all that he understood. Then again, he never did give a straight answer, when asked for his age. The growing kobold looked up to her mentor. She wanted to be just like him. Wise and old and experienced! Well, maybe without the grey beard.

More years passed. What happened to Blue's family, was long buried and forgotten, remembered only by her, her mysterious savior who she never got to meet, and the headmaster who had taught her all about what it meant to be a mage. Use magic only when absolutely necessary, when not in public, and never in a fight, unless her life depended on it. Not like she could cast under pressure anyway.

As a trusting student-teacher relationship grew between Blue and her mentor, and as she matured into young adulthood, the tiny lizard was finally allowed to leave the guild hall without supervision. She was sent on tiny errands, mostly to procure various alchemical ingredients for studying purposes. Furthermore, she was allowed to attend various gardens and libraries, to calm her mind, and sharpen her mystical edge. The more relaxed she was, the better she would be able to act, when called upon in times of need.

Part eight: Hell

But before any real missions were entrusted to her, Blue visited a massage parlor in the wrong side of town. The orange kobold servicing her did such a lovely job of washing away stress and worries, that the mage-in-training ended up passing out right on top of the massaging table. She woke up in a dark and cramped room, her hands chained together, and her muzzle bound shut.

Taken prisoner by the human running the place, the next few months are hard for the little lizard to recall. Too distressed to manage even a simple teleportation spell, she was starved for weeks on end, before being forced to serve as a masseuse herself, made to give humiliating full-body massages, which often devolved into little more than reluctant lapdances for the perverted patronage of the distasteful establishment.

Surely, the guild will send someone to look for her. She won't be left to waste away for the rest of her life, locked up and treated like property, right? Or maybe the other kobolds that she's trapped with are of more importance than she is. What use is magic anyway, if you can't use it when push comes to shove? If only she could find inner peace in this accursed place.

Alas, Blue is far too distressed to free herself. Will Moe come to the half-feline's aid, or will her potential be squandered, as she is forced to serve until she grows old and withers? Mage, or slave? You decide.

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You can find the 1080x1920px version of the character sheet attached to this post, as well as on the character sheets page. The story is the same for both the SFW and the NSFW versions. I hope you'll enjoy it!

And that, my friends, is all for now. I am unreasonably tired, so I'm probably going to hit the hay after uploading the NSFW versions of this sheet, for patrons only. Reminder that you can also find these versions on the character sheets page.

But I'm rambling. Thank you all for your continued interest in Kobold Adventure. Enjoy the story, enjoy the new art, enjoy the character sheet, and I'll see you tomorrow, when I put up a poll on which character to illustrate next. See you then! Tahtah!