Okay, I'm at my computer! Here are your options, I'm listing Name, Gender, Alignment, and the class they will be when they retrain to PC classes. In the spoiler is the personality write-up for the character.
If multiple people want to play the same goblin we'll have to settle things nicely.
Reta Bigbad (female), NE, wants to be a Fighter.
Reta likes to torment small, harmless animals and usually has a pocket full of insects to taunt in case she gets bored. She hears rumors of terrible beasties like “dogs” and “horses” from the older goblins, but surely nothing so horrible could truly exist, could it? If it does, Reta wants to see first-hand, and beat it up to prove she’s the scariest thing around! (If they don’t exist, Reta still wants to beat something up, but she isn’t sure what just yet. Maybe a tree? Trees are pretty big.) To defeat such large and crafty foes, Reta is especially interested in finding new sharp and pointy objects.
Thanks to her weirdly round head (a trait that’s relatively peculiar for goblins), Reta finds it hard not to shout when she speaks; her opinion is the best one, after all, and louder means more right. She also has keen eyes to better watch her fellow whelps and make sure no one steals her amazing club or the gigantic beetle she defeated in battle. She loves taking risks in combat to scare her enemies, and she is starting to realize she likes inspiring fear even more than she likes committing violence. Her favorite color is red.
Poog (male), NE, wants to be a Cleric
Poog boasts a lot about serving no one and nothing, usually while bigger goblins sit on his head, but deep down he adores the goblin hero-god Zarongel, even learning a few tricks and prayers by mimicking the tribe’s latest cleric, Nasty Grammel. Poog feels less of a holy calling to the god of dog-killing, fire, and mounted combat, and more of a fannish devotion, steadfastly insisting he and the demigod are “just friends” and “don’t want to make things too serious.” Poog has tried riding smaller whelps to be more like his divine hero, but so far the technique eludes him. Hopefully non-goblins will prove easier to ride once he encounters one.
To compensate for his utter failure (thus far) to charge into combat astride some monster, Poog funnels most of his energy into attempts to overachieve at his god’s other sacred teachings: killing dogs (although he hasn’t yet killed one, he hopes to do so some day) and lighting fires (something Poog is already pretty good at).
Mogmurch (male), NE, wants to be an Alchemist (Strat has expressed interest)
Mogmurch only wants love. Love and fire. Well, mostly fire. Big, beautiful, smoky, warm, lovely fire! Mogmurch loves fire! He has learned some secrets of fire by watching the herbalist Cackleface from inside the whelping cage, and has started more conflagrations than any other whelp, using a much wider variety of tools. In imitating Cackleface’s experiments, Mogmurch likes to mix chemicals and see if they burn. Thus far his supply of chemicals has been mostly limited to mud, oatmeal, and more mud, but the one explosion he produced left him feeling very empowered by his research. His latest triumphs are three gourds filled with what he hopes works as an explosive sludge. Unfortunately, Mogmurch hasn’t had a chance to try them out and can’t remember how he made them in the first place, anyway.
Mogmurch is very sensitive about his birthmark, which resembles a delicious butterfly and earns him more than his fair share of bullying from bigger whelps. His worst tormentor is pint-sized Rempty, a particularly vicious whelp who bites him in his sleep and pulls his ears. Neither screaming tantrums nor application of fire has kept his tormentor away, and Mogmurch hopes that escaping the whelping cage will finally free him from the tyrannical girl’s attentions. Failing that, he hopes to find something cool he can use to cover the horrible, horrible mark, if not remove it forever.
Chuffy Lickwound (male), NE, wants to be a Rogue
Horrible little Chuffy had few friends in the whelping cage, thanks largely to his habit of stabbing any other whelps stupid enough to turn their backs on him. As he grew older and wiser, though, Chuffy began to realize he couldn't survive all alone, and he has since started assembling a very exclusive list of people not to stab until he really, really needs to. To sate the stabbing urge, he stabs mud, or sticks, or bugs, or anything else that wanders by. Or just happened to be sitting nearby minding its own business.
Despite being a goblin, Chuffy is severely allergic to the ratlike goblin dogs the Licktoads periodically keep as pets, leaving him covered in itchy, ugly, oozing hives. While most humans would be horrified by such a fact, Chuffy considers his boils to be loyal companions and convenient conversation starters. He named his latest and largest boil “King Bubble,” and these ugly little pimple companions have spurred a love of all potential pets in the otherwise sadistic little goblin. Chuffy loves surprises, and prefers to sneak up on his enemies so they can enjoy the surprise together. If he gets the chance, he also likes to light fires—lighting fires is Chuffy’s idea of great fun, almost as enjoyable as causing big explosions.