#our goblins

Mohietto is a member of the Steamwheedle cartel, and neutral.  He’s naturally super magical, he could easily have been an unusually brilliant magical class.  However, his family wanted him to be a warrior.  His father died a hero trying to save Azeroth, and Mohietto felt a TON of pressure to follow in his dad’s footsteps and try to be a heroic warrior, helping to defend Azeroth by swinging axes.  He feels like he can never measure up, he can never be good enough for anything, and is useless, but he keeps trying to prove himself.

Mohietto believes it’s okay to live more in the imagination than reality if it makes you happy.  He likes to imagine that he is a fairy princess from a magical Elune enchanted forest.  He is a cis straight man, but he prefers feminine fashion and prefers the term “princess” to “prince”. 

His mother was a high fashion designer, and he grew up traveling all over the world for all her fashion shows and stuff. 

He is afraid to throw things away, stuffing all his bags with literal garbage.  Mohietto cries more days than not, and almost every battle he sobs afterwards because he feels like he was a failure (even if he single-handedly murdered a dangerous leader of some terrifying group).

As a child, Mohietto and his sister were attacked by a skeletal slime blob.  Mohietto managed to get away, but his sister was killed.  He was seriously scarred by the event.

Unlike most goblins, Mohietto loves nature and the environment and natural things, and feels in tune with it and desperately wants to protect it and WOULD kill over it.  Despite what probably everyone would think, he genuinely could have been a druid, if anyone would have bothered to train a goblin.

Glog grew up in the slums of the Bilgewater region of Kezan.  His mom was super neglectful, and Glog grew up playing in the oil-soaked puddles of the slums.  He wound up addicted to oil, not to mention with damaged brain development.  He’s very, very dumb, but (usually) pretty sweet.  Just don’t get between him and oil, and you’ll be okay.  His shortterm and longterm memory is super damaged, so he usually forgets what he’s doing, what happened, and who people are every few minutes.

He is wildly addicted to petroleum, and EATS any petroleum-derived products he can find.  He eats gasoline, raw petroleum, and all kinds of rocket and robot fuels and lubricants.  He is super fascinated with and adores machinery and engineering, and likes to fancy himself a machine that needs fueling.  He wishes he could be an engineer, but knows that’s not possible.  Everybody has always told him he is stupid and good for nothing, so he knows better than to try.

Glog is really weird, somehow possessing an infinite amount of candycanes he pulls out of his pockets like Mary Poppins, and any outfit he puts on suddenly changes color to be Winter Veil colors and themes, and every time he gets in Zalitt’s car, it suddenly turns into a sleigh with jinglebells.

Glog’s father wasn’t around growing up, and, born exactly 9 months after Winter Veil, the circumstances of his conception is a bit...mysterious...