Abdulhak

Meet Grimburp He forgot where his body is but still casts spells better than most gobz. The den whispers that grimburp once traded his own head for forbidden magic in the swamp pits. Now he wanders through the mud with one glowing eye, mumbling hexes even the necromancers fear .☠️

His name is VELKO 
A goblin with gold-slit eyes and a smile too calm for the chaos around him. Born beneath the flooded undercity of a forgotten neon kingdom, Velko wasn’t raised by warriors or kings. He grew up among smugglers, jazz musicians, and black-market alchemists who traded memories instead of money. Every night, the tunnels pulsed with illegal music and glowing chemicals while the rich lived safely above the clouds pretending the undercity didn’t exist. But Velko was different. The elders believed his eyes carried the “Sun Curse” an ancient mutation said to appear once every few centuries. Goblins with those eyes could see through lies, greed, and fear itself. Most who carried the curse went insane before adulthood. Velko didn’t. He learned to weaponize it. By the age of nineteen, he had become the most notorious information broker in the underground districts. Politicians feared him. Crime syndicates paid fortunes for his silence. Musicians wrote songs about him without ever meeting him. He never carried weapons because he never needed to he already knew what people were going to do before they did it. The oversized coat became his signature after surviving an assassination attempt inside a midnight casino. Three cartel bosses tried poisoning his drink. Velko smiled, switched glasses with the bartender, and walked out before the bodies hit the floor. Since then, rumors spread that he couldn’t die. Some say the gold chain around his neck contains fragments of a shattered relic stolen from an extinct reptilian empire. Others believe his strange calmness comes from inhaling experimental dream smoke brewed beneath the city canals. No one knows the truth. Now he drifts through the neon districts like a ghost celebrity half gangster, half philosopher. Always smiling. Always watching. And whenever the city is about to collapse into violence, Velko appears somewhere nearby… laughing like he already knows how the story ends.