Hawell. A goblin ranger with a raised by wolves origin story. He learned to speak and read by eavesdropping, and then developed an unusual obsession with books as he grew up in the wilds. He speaks common like garbage, but he may randomly recite an ancient sylvan love song, or a very high-brow elven greeting, or a limerick in dwarvish, etc... Whatever he could get his hands on.

He doesn't understand pronouns, so Hawell typically refers to himself as "this one" and anyone else as "it". The main reason is that he doesn't appreciate the difference between animals and people. If a wolf is "it" then why would you be "you"? In what way are you better than a wolf?

He views almost everything else through the lens of survival of the fittest, food in particular. It's not his fault that that bandit attacked him, so why would we let all that meat go to waste?

This one doesn't understand how it gets around so fast. Why does it only use two of its legs?

The longer it speaks, the hungrier this one gets. Is it sure this one can't take a quick bite out of it?