Kyli

Age: 21
Height: 3'1

Picture is a placeholder, but gives a general idea of what Kobolds look like at least.

For fun, listen to something like "Incense and Peppermint," or "For What it's Worth" while reading this profile. Adds to the feeling.

If you're going to the hollow, put some kobolds in your belly. It's like, ok man, everybody needs food, right?

Also wow finding all specific references to gender in this editing box is attrocious. Kyli is a "they," they don't align themselves strongly with either gender. They're played with either a vagina or a penis depending on personal mood or on the other party's preference.

Introduction

An orange-cream kobold with flowers in their horns. As much as a monster can adopt a hippie ideology, Kyli has done so, dedicating themself to peace and to love and to helping others be the best that they can be! The kobold is relaxed, always looking at life with a chill demeanor, judging things for how they are not how they think things should be. Open up wide in front of them? Well that's just how it was meant to be, if a belly is calling to them, who are they to deny the universe? Long as the predator doesn't chew they're not one to complain or to squirm.

For this reason, the 'bold is no stranger to other's bellies, people do tend to capitalize on freely offered food. Just make sure to keep your auras calm, man. Maybe the kobold can't actually see people's auras (and maybe they don’t necessarily believe that there are auras to be seen), but the kobold has a good nose and good eyes - it’s not hard to tell aggression from compassion. Relying on their instincts about folks has gotten the lizard this far in life, and they haven’t needed to hurt a single person in the process! The kobold never would, that would be like, bad karma.

Doesn't mean the kobold never eats, doesn't mean they never eat people. Just means they makes sure, whether through their express consent or the obvious signs they give off, and prey are always giving off obvious signs, that their meal doesn't mind what's guaranteed to be a cozy, if slimy and typically one-way, trip down into her gut.

Backstory/Personality

But how does a kobold, a monster, become a pacifist, a lover of all life? Kyli's story isn't that complex, and the conclusions they’ve drawn aren't all that far out based off her experiences. Growing up in a kobold cave, living around larger 'bolds going on raids to get food and equipment as the only means for them to survive, violence as a means to survive - from birth such actions didn't jive with the kobold.

Kyli can recall her one and only combat lesson like it was yesterday. Nervous, shaking with fear from the pressure of expectation, the kobold quite accidently stabbed her instructor, who barely cried out in pain before dealing her back double! The pain they felt, the nausea at the blood of her teacher and her own blood, and the connection they made between her suffering and the suffering they'd inadvertently caused, these thoughts set the kobold on a journey of learning and self-discovery that would lead to her adoption of pacifism as the only means to live, because hurting others is no way to survive. We're all one in this universe, you know?

But kobolds who can't fight and who refuse to pick up arms to defend the cave are nothing but a burden to the group, and so Kyli was expelled from her tribe.

But a conscious creature is never alone in this world. There are always others willing to help those in need of aid, and Kyli didn't want for company for long. Sharpening her philosophy amongst a group of like-minded individuals, Kyli traveled the country and came to learn much, both about the harsh nature of the world, and of the reasons why this needn't necessarily be so. In the end, if everyone could just make some effort to understand others, would the world really be such a bad place?

Kyli feels this is true, but can they really be sure the way things are? They want to change things to find out, but one small kobold can't affect much change in the world, certainly not one who is only just beginning to understand its complexities and intricacies. So Kyli left her group of friends at the next town, to set off on her own to learn about the world beyond her small bubble, to test her ideals against reality. So far, they have learned much about the inner workings of many thing's digestive systems, but, more seriously, everyone just wants a flower and some words of peace sometimes, and Kyli is always there to provide them.

Physical Description/Voreaphillia

Maybe it helps that Kyli isn't a very threatening form to anybody, except maybe mice. Short, only three feet tall from horns to toes, tail extending back far enough that the tip drags against the ground when they walk. Most of her scales are a soft-orange, like that of a rose, only giving way to a cream-white around her belly, stretching down to her crotch and between her legs, and then all the way down the underside of her tail.

The kobold is quite skinny, despite semi-occasionally eating things her size, flat-chest and stomach betraying nothing of her gender, the only tell lying between Kyli's legs and, given kobold anatomy, it wouldn't be too hard to consider her a male even then, if a feminine looking one. Not just flat in the front (and back), the kobold's shoulders lack breadth, and they seem to have failed to inherent birthing-hips from her mother. What's left is a stick-figure of a kobold, but Kyli looks far from emaciated. Rather, the kobold is toned, body shaped to her demand, muscles, though small, apparent where they should be. It just so happens that the kobold prefers to keep a lithe frame. Easier to be swallowed that way, and meals show much better in her belly.

Speaking of bellies, scarlet blood turns the kobold's insides a deep red-orange, blood-orange even, though the colors are mostly only apparent to folks in the moments before they get eaten, when the kobold's jaws are spread wide in a yawn, and the translucent ropes of drool have broken and are dripping down her muzzle, sharp koboldy teeth framing twitching mawflesh until her tongue splays out to smush against the end of her prey's snout, leading their eyes up a central groove that dips right into blackness at the back of her mouth.

Occasionally, though, the view doesn't end there, Kyli's insides are instead lit with a dull glow, allowing anything that slips down her throat to see the whole trip, barring slime mucking up their vision, all the way down to the wrinkled, goopy walls of her gut, churning with the source of that light, illuminating wrinkled walls that churn and glorp and gently, softly reduce whatever's inside her to a slush, leaving nothing but a small bulge in her midsection as proof that there was prey in there at all, and in a few more hours there's just a soft layer of paunch that itself will be gone in a few days. Not everyone gets such a view though, most melt in the darkness to the sound of gurgling and the feeling of the kobold rubbing over her overextended stomach.

As for the flowers in her horns, they're of all kinds, but the kobold especially loves blues that go so nicely with her orange scales, stems woven together into a faux-crown that sits on her forehead always. They appreciate if they’re allowed to remove this before getting eaten, collecting flowers can take a little while.

In Conclusion

So, go ahead, ask for a flower, ask for a hug! Or ask for a meal or ask to see her insides, or maybe even ask to hold her in bed and show her the meaning of free love! No guarantee Kyli will always say yes (Ok they'll always give flowers and hugs), but the kobold wants to spread love and joy through the world, through spreading her philosophy or through brightening people's days or even just through filling a hungry stomach.

Alt of Tyche, though it's more accurate to say Tyche is an alt of Kyli.