Gnaazza (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
10(+0) 14(+2) 15(+2) 6(-2) 8(-1) 5(-3)
License: SRD5 Open Gaming License
Damage Immunities poison
Damage Vulnerabilities bludgeoning
Condition Immunities exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9
Languages understands all languages it knew in life, but can't speak
Challenge 1/4 (50 XP)
Actions
Shortsword Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Shortbow Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Details
Epitaph On her way alone to meet with a familiar benefactor, was chased down and killed by a shark.
Obituary Gnaazza grew up in a goblin settlement like any other, unable to quite fit in. She didn't succeed at any job they put her in, so she was constantly shifting around. In a last ditch effort to prove her worth to the clan. One day, during a raid on a caravan she went on, she found a black, runed revolver. She stole it from her clan, and left.

The following dusk, a tall, dark gentleman with a similar gun appeared before her. He offered her a deal. She would be able to make one request of him, and she would fulfill his wishes. She agreed, her request being simple: Get her far away from her home.

Soon after, in an odd twist of fate, she ended up in the city of Sigil, meeting the benefactor that would one day lead to her death. She met two others there, a fellow goblin and a tiefling. These would end up being the only true friends she'd ever known.

Her life was dangerous, and she spent most of her time in fear. But through that darkness, she still found a light that she'd never had before. Ultimately, she only wanted one thing: a place she could call home, and people she could call family.

"You made it. You're here."