Flopsy

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Flopsy, also know by flops and flops-left is a goblin that used to hang out around the Blue Heron Institute.

Personality

He was difficulty trusting others due to a life time of neglect.<ref name=":0" />

Relationships

Flopsy has a strong and close relationship with Liberty, her being one of the first people to show being and kindness or affection.<ref name=":0">A bit like a stray dog who’d been treated unkindly from day one.

She gave him a sympathetic look.  “Ever had a hug, Flops?”

He scowled, looking away.

“A pat on the head?  A treat you didn’t have to steal?”

He shook his head, jowls shaking, scowling more.

“A kind word?”

The scowl became something more closed, face scrunching up, mouth closing for the first time.  Looking away, he muttered, “‘sed I was big and strong.”

“What I said just now?  Was that the most recent, or was it the first and only time?  Really?  Buddy…”

He scowled, and he flinched as she reached out, growling, resisting, but she lifted him up bodily, and she plopped him down on her own stomach.  Dense little potato of a fellow, who put a few holes in her arms as she manhandled him.  As she relaxed her grip on him, he stopped fighting and biting, and remained poised, stubby knees and hands digging into her.  She caught some of the treats that fell from his grip and positioned them closer to his hand.

At her urging, he laid out flat, until he was draped out across her belly, her arms around him.  She held him there with one hand and pet him with the other.  Because of the construction of his head, he couldn’t really look up at her, so he remained there, face pressed against her solar plexus, breath hissing out. - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.a</ref> After meeting him they formed a bond and she invited him into her crew. <ref>“I keep an eye out for goblins like you,” she told him, petting the one with the eyes who was nestled in at her side.  “Want to join my crew?” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.a</ref>

Appearance

Flopsy is described as having rabbit ears that flop to one side of it's head, a small nose with eyes high on his head and an oversized bipedal body covered in wrinkly skin. <ref>The goblin stopped.  It looked at her.  It had rabbit ears, draped off to one side, and a general appearance that was proportioned like a very plump rabbit’s head and neck on a hippo’s body, made bipedal, and wrapped in bulldog skin.  The eyes were high on the head, the nose small and crammed together, and the jowly features extended from that small nose to make for a triangular, slack jawed mouth.

Like a human from a video game with the proportions all messed around to make him as dumpy and pinch-faced as possible, jagged sharp teeth, wrinkled folds to the skin, and the ragged bunny ears that looked like they’d been bitten a hundred times by things of varying size. - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.a</ref>

Abilities

He is a fast runner.<ref>“Can you run fast?” she asked him.  He didn’t look it, but goblins could be subtle in that respect.

He looked around, unsure how to answer.

“Doesn’t have to be for very long.  Just need a burst of speed.  You had to catch those goblins to get their candy somehow.” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.a</ref>

Chronology

Was present when America appealed to the great sage to get revenge for Alexander's death. After America declared war on the trio he told Liberty that John was responsible for killing Alexander. <ref>“Stuff?” Liberty asked, leaning her head back.  A goblin was combing fingers through her hair.

“Stuff.  About the hot dead guy.”

“Alexander?”

Flops nodded.  “A goblin saw.”

“How many know?”

“Not many.”

“Okay.  Keep it quiet for now.  All of you.  Shut up the ones who’re talking.”

The various goblins she could see as she twisted around nodded.

“Who or what was it?”

“Gunman,” Flops answered.

“Blond?  Short hair?  Scary eyes?” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.a</ref>

Was present when the trio and Liberty confronted Maricica.

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