Name: Draconic words often pertaining to being annoying, weak, or anything Bards are known for

Alignment: often Chaotic Neutral

Race: Kobold

Gender: Male (I have been banned from making female characters because of a meeting which involved the apocalypse, a human druid maiden and a unicorn)

God: pretty much any on the dragon pantheon, often Bahamut or Aastinerian)

Ability Scores
Strength: Not greater than 8
Dexterity: Not less than 12
Constitution: Not greater than 14
Intelligence: Not less than 15
Wisdom: Not more than 8 (preferably 6)
Charisma: Not less than 17

Class:Bard or Sorcerer, sometimes Enchanter

Skills:
Bluff (When I don't have bluff I never roll 20; I only roll 20 on bluff checks)
Concentration
Craft(Trapmaking)
Disguise*
Escape Artist*
Hide*
Perform*
Sleight of Hand*
Tumble*
*denote bard only

Feats:
Generally feats that improve fights (ie. Weapon Finesse) Or feats to enhance enchantments and of course Races of the Dragon feats (usually Drago Wings because why not?)

Favored Spells (the spells I love)
Confusion/insanity
Suggestion
Charm person/monster
Dimension Door
Song of Discord
Alter Self
Ray of Enfeeblement
Touch of Idiocy
Feeblemind

Physical Description:
A small reptillian humanoid stands before you. He appears to be slightly smaller than a gnome, but his smile is no less wide. Scales of the dusk sky shimmer ever so slightly in the dim lighting of your torch. He wears no armor, instead his torso is adorned with a vest and a rather puffy shirt. He wears a belt firmly around black form-fitting pants. A small leather pouch adorns his belt. His feet are left uncovered. A fiddle case is strapped to his back by brown leather. His yellow eyes look deep into yours, reptilian slits staring.
With a blink and a turn of his head he focuses on something else. You get a good view of his crest, the bone protrusion is like a bird with a "beak" coming out of the crown about 3 inches vertically and "wings" encompass each cheek side of the head and continue on an inch past the back of his neck. 3 Horns extrude from each "wing's" end.

Personality
You turn your attention to what he has; your coin purse.
"You brought money into this dungeon? Nasty curse here kills anyone possessing gold."
A sudden warmth comes upon you. Is this sranger looking out for you? He is rather a charming fellow, you decide to hear him out.
"For a small fee I can make certain that you shall not fall to this curse, give me your purse and I will bring it to a safe place, the fee of course is the coinpurse and its contents"
Few you dodged a bullet there, you surely would have peri- suddenly the warmth leaves you.

A good 500 feet out Kollin Grins, suddenly a shrill scream escapes the dungeon. He falls to the ground giving a good hearty laugh for 3 minutes. Getting up he drops the coin purse and continues his journey with 5 gold less than he had.