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Of-the-door-hinge-the-squeak
Also known as Doors, Of-the-door-hinge-the-squeak is a human child who was orphaned at a young age and raised by goblins. He has almost no memory of his biological parents, and considers the goblins to be his family. He’s possibly around nine, but he has no idea and no one else can tell.
Description
He is scrawny, underfed, and very unkempt. He is about four feet tall. His face is almost hidden behind his long bangs, and his shoulder length hair is mud brown. He is usually wearing heavily patched clothes, including an oversized shift that hangs almost to his knees. He has a small leather bag that he wears on a cross-strap and contains his few possessions.
He is fluent in Goblin, but mostly speaks in common. His accent is a cross between the Goblin accent, a standard Morporkian accent, and a Victorian orphan.
Picrew by @hunbloom
Possessions
Ducky
An Unggue pot
An extra pair of socks
A pack of cigarettes (yes the kid smokes, yes I know that's bad for you, he's from Morpork)
Sometimes a few copper pieces
The clothes he is wearing
Ducky
Ducky is one of those rolling-wooden-duck-on-a-string toys. However, Ducky is made of Sapient Pearwood. No one knows where Ducky came from: he was found with the boy when the child was first abandoned. He will follow Doors anywhere, and does his best to protect him, though Ducky is much less terrifying than the luggage. Doors considers Ducky to be his best friend. Ducky presumably reciprocates.
Lore
Doors was found by a clan of goblins when he was a toddler, alone on the streets of Morpork. The chief goblin, Splash of the Rain in the Puddle, hadn’t meant to adopt the child. Goblins have a hard enough time taking care of their own; a goblin taking a child could be perceived as kidnapping; there were a hundred reasons that it didn’t make sense. However, Doors was unaware of the societal implications of the situation, and insisted on following around the small funny man that had been nice to him. Splash of the Rain in the Puddle eventually gave in, and the clan adopted the child, named him Of the Door Hinge the Squeak, and raised him as a goblin. His name came from his propensity to open every door around him to see what was behind it.
The goblins soon found that having a human child in their midst could be useful, as vendors and other people who could be racist towards goblins tended to be more welcoming to an innocent looking child. From an early age, Doors worked as a sort of go-between for his clan.
Doors liked to explore, and often wandered into places that he wasn’t supposed to. His mixture of street experience and being raised by goblins made him very good at ending up somewhere he shouldn’t be. This eventually had dire consequences. There are many gods in Ankh-Morpork, and many of them have been forgotten. One of these was a god of incorrect doors, and he was not pleased when a random child wandered into his decaying temple and accidentally broke the sacred door handle. Given its rustiness, the door handle was likely to break soon anyway, but the timing meant that Doors was the target of the god’s divine wrath.
The god cursed him so that every time Doors opens a door, it leads to anywhere in the multiverse except where he was trying to go. Not being fluent in the language of the gods, Doors did not understand what the curse was, but ran from the terrifying cosmic yelling. As he opened the door of the temple, he came out not in the streets of Morpork, but in a barnyard in Sto Lat. It took him a long time to get back to Morpork. Given the size of the multiverse, it would have been statistically improbable to even get back to the same universe, except for the fact that a goddess of home took pity on him, and altered the curse so that he is most likely to end up at a location near where he considers home.
Doors, however, doesn’t really understand the godly favor and fury that he has received, and mostly just knows that he should try not to open doors because bad things happen when he does. When he got back to where his clan lived, he found that it had been attacked by a mob of angry Morporkians who were tired of having their chickens stolen and were unaware that the poultry thieves were very much human. Most of the clan, including Splash of the Rain in the Puddle, were killed. A few escaped, though, and Doors lives with them when he can find his way back to them.
However, try as he might, it is very hard to live in a city and never have to open a door, and so it is often that Doors ends up in strange places. Some merely embarrassing; some that still give him nightmares. He opened a door into the dungeon dimensions once: he doesn’t talk about what he saw there. And you never know, he may one day open a door into where you live.
