Deedee

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</infobox> Deedee, or just Dee, is a goblin in a unique situation.

Personality

Self reports that she is a long lived and successful goblin and know how to operate in that community, She does not know human society nearly as well and sometimes struggles to adapt. The reason she does this is due to her genuine love for Ben. A love that surprises many others. As a goblin she is fairly abrasive, making it difficult for non-goblin people to get along with her.

Trying to share interests and enjoying spending time with him and has cultivated an interest in non goblin things like grooming.

Relationships

Sir Turdswallow and Bubble

Friends with the couple, even gave TS important career advice.<ref name=":8"/>

"Nameless Twist"

an adolescent nameless goblin <ref name=":8"/>

The Milkmaid

Good enough friends with the Bogeyman to get information on milk stuff.<ref name=":8">Huffing for breath, Deedee looked up.  “Ben, this is Sir Turdswallow and some nameless twist.  My gang.”
[...]
Deedee twisted her head around until she started squealing, her leg involuntarily kicking in a way that suggested spinal damage.  “And that gal over there with the cow hat, that’s the Milkmaid.  She’s a pal too-”

Ben looked at the bogeyman with the calf skin draping her head, who looked back at him with dead eyes.

“-Got the idea for the milk for Stray Baby from her.”

“Uhhh, sure,” Ben said.

Dee managed to get an arm free to wave.  The Milkmaid waved back, then turned back to watching whatever was going on beyond the fence. - Excerpt from Poke 3</ref>

Description

Deedee can largely pass for human, being tall and thin with a mass of dark hair. What differentiates her are her distended eyes, nose and large ears that would be at home on a bat, as well as her retractable teeth and impressively long tongue. She's adorned herself in a style typical of goblins, in this case embedded razor blades.

When younger she could pass as a child.

Abilities

• Goblin physiology: As a goblin, Deedee can rapidly heal and recover from otherwise fatal injuries. She knows how to fight.
  • Senses: Can see in darkness<ref>“You might have to squint to see, but if you look there… there’s a suit of armor.”
    
    “I can see in the dark, moron,” she muttered.  She looked and saw it in the corner.  Full-body armor, brown, with etchings.  “I can see it.  Badass.” - Excerpt from Poke 4</ref> in fact her eyes glow, this is in addition to being able to hear/feel/smell threats.<ref>Deedee could feel the dull, unrefined malice drilling itself in between her shoulderblades as she left the girls behind, and saw Ben glance back, aware in his own way that something was fucky.
    
    “Evil eye,” Deedee murmured.  “Probably born with it, but cyclops bitch doesn’t know how to use it.  She could do a lot of damage if she did.” - Excerpt from Poke 4</ref><ref>“So I could say I did it.  Now, if that’s the number two fucker-”
    
    “I have good ears,” Deedee said.
    
    “-It does things a thousand times more fucked up.  Things I wouldn’t touch,” Cockgnash growled.  He glared at Deedee, “Happy?”
    [...]
    “I have to,” Deedee said, dead serious now, her eyes wide.  “Because I can hear some goblins between us and home, and you gotta believe me, I’m pretty fucking sure it’s life or death, that I’m able to say this.' - excerpt from Poke 3
    
    [Note: this was an elaborate prank, but still constructed out of true statements, and Ben found it plausible.]</ref><ref>Dee turned her head, her ear twitching beneath the hood.  She wrinkled her nose.  Bad feeling, and it wasn’t the old woman.
    
    Absently, she reached for the weapon she’d given Ben earlier.
    [...]
    She wrinkled her nose, then lunged for the weapon, snatching it up and slipping it over the fingers of her right hand.  Four splintered spokes of wood stuck out, held rigid by the part that extended into her closed fist.
    
    Coming closer.
    [...]
    He had a heavy neanderthal brow, which forced his eyes to be perpetually half-lidded.  The eyes were otherwise normal, but as far as Deedee was concerned, they could have been black with sheer boiling hate, given the vibes she got from him. - Excerpt from Poke 4</ref>
  • Item Crafting: Can create items for various uses, for instance using her prehensile tongue to make a dangerous knuckle duster.

• Information: Something of an information broker, able to find information for the right prices, at least when it comes to goblins.
• Stealth: She is particularly good at hiding squeezing into places and sneaking around. Being able to hide from her tired boyfriend, an otherwise experienced practitioner, in his own apartment. While also adroit enough to steal accoutrements and even body parts from various insensate victims.<ref>She dozed off again, but this time she woke up because she heard the door.  Acting on learned instinct, deeming the distance between couch and balcony door too far to cross, she scrambled for cover instead, hiding.  She peered through the darkness with her eyes narrowed to slits, because they might otherwise be too visible in the darkness.
  [...]
  Dropping from a crouch to lying on her stomach, most of her body hidden between the wall and the couch, she watched as he stepped into view, lower face heavy with stubble, black hair slicked back, dark circles under his eyes, clothes wrinkled.  He was what humans would say was about twenty-eight.
  
  He shook out a second black trash bag while making his way from the other end of the apartment to the living room.  He stopped, and for a moment, she thought he’d seen her.  He turned to find the light switch, and she retreated deeper into the recess behind the couch while his back was turned.
  
  He hadn’t seen her.  He didn’t look for her when the lights were on.
  [...]
  “Deedee, you scared the daylights out of me.  You okay?”[...] He collapsed back onto the couch.  “I didn’t even think you were around.  Did you slip back inside just now?”
  
  “No.  I was here.”
  [...]
  She was heading away as fast as she’d come, a flurry of mismatched clothing, likely stolen from homeless youth.  The top was new, and nice.  He used the opportunity where her back was turned and her attention caught up in the plastic bag to clean up a bit of the blood.
  [...]
  “I like scaring people though.  Kids who looked under their beds, and parents who didn’t believe the kids.  Ooh, I might remember things from my lurking days.”
  [...]
  Reaching into her pocket, she picked out an old herpes sore she’d collected off a dude she’d found passed out in a club bathroom, and speared it on one spike, capping the energies and ideas she’d pushed into it.  The skin off another herpes sore, fresher, had been collected from a college girl sleeping with her window open.
  [...]
  “Uh huh.  This ain’t my wheelhouse, Ben.  I can stick to shadows, I’m a good creeper, but I don’t know what this is about.  Can I talk?  Show my face?” - selected excerpts from Poke</ref> Has called herself a Creeper and a Lurker.<ref name=":1">“Butty’s thing.”
  
  “The mayo bomb?”
  
  “He’s a fester, you know. That’s what he does.”
  
  “I’m not playing that game, Gash. I’ve been told he’s a bulge, a fester now, ummm, I think Cherry called him a boil. You guys make this up.”
  
  “Exactly! Perfect, you’re not so dumb after all. That’s what he does. He takes all the ugly, all the mess, all the bile and crap and he concentrates it. Longer he waits and lets it sit before it goes pop, the better. Rest of the time, he’s just a greasy stain. He’d be good to have around if he wasn’t so shit.” - Excerpt from Back Away 5.4</ref>
• Urban adapted: Able to effectively operate in urban environments without major inconveniences, uncommon among goblins.

Weaknesses

• Goblin Physiology
  • Charged metal- She in vulnerable to crossing charged metal She notes that, like most goblins, underground plumbing makes civilized places uncomfortable for her - although it doesn't seem like it's enough to keep her out of them (her boyfriend's place has running water.)
  • Anti-Goblin Magic- In one instance she was unwillingly captivated by some unidentified kind of an anti-goblin stone that an Aware lady had used accompanied by a chant.
  • Hypersomnolence - As a goblin Deedee sleeps far more than a human, comparable to a cat.

Chronology

Before the Story

Her early life is largely unknown, at sometime she met up with Turdswallow and Bubble.

When she was much younger she helped a human girl dealing with an abusive father in a very final matter, later the girl followed her into the Warrens.<ref name=":11">

- Excerpt from One After Another 10.e</ref>

Sometime later she began harassing some human stud, obviously showing him she was interested, they eventually started shtupping.

After Pact

Tried to show her fuckbuddy that she could share his interests.

Had to deal with an ungrateful fuckbuddy when she showcased her problem solving skills vis-a-vis child rearing.

She led her fuckbuddy through the Warrens to meet Mags Holt to get some boring questions answered.

She went with Ben to Warzenberg Seat and ended up having to keep him from being eaten.

Trivia

• Deedee is the second Goblin to have a viewpoint chapter, appearing in Poke.

References

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