They wear patchwork clothes stolen from derelict ships, adorned with scavenged tech scraps—wires, circuits, and a plasma dagger strapped to its chest. The jury-rigged blaster is a chaotic mix of parts, barely functional but dangerous in its unpredictability.
The goblin’s jagged-tooth grin and twitchy movements scream mischief, hinting it’s a scavenger or raider, thriving in the lawless fringes of your game’s temporal space stations or rift-torn worlds.
