A Gnome who knows how to handle a bow.
Born to two gnome parents, my mother died just after giving birth to me. My father was a traveling merchant who invented and tinkered with things to sell. Through our travels, I learned how to talk with people, as well as invent things on my own. One day our caravan was attacked by thieves, I hid away in the secret compartment my father built for me in case of this very event. My father told me to hide until he came for me, but he never did. I waited until it was quiet and slowly emerged. To this day I still do not know if my father was killed or simply taken by the attackers. Grief-stricken, alone, and crying, I wandered back to the last town we visited and found my way to the library. When we stopped at the library to buy and sell some books, the librarian gave me a snack and a drink, so I went to find a friendly face. The librarian took me in and let me live in the library until I was old enough to start my own shop in town. I was too nervous to leave the town. But the librarian eventually convinces me to face my fears and I leave town to find what happened to my father: Gearbox