Freebooter, pathfinder, wastrel, vagabond, thief, heretic, cutthroat and odourous malingerer. Congealed in the Dark Swamp of Yhakh,where he developed his low cunning,deadly instincts and bizzarre herbal concoctions,which he uses to mysterious ends.

Member of the Eris Guild, and rumoured to be a shady contact for the Guild of Liars and Confabulators.

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer,but perhaps the one most likely to require urgent treatment for a wide variety of diseases,if you were unlucky enough to be stabbed with him.The kind of harsh, jagged,and unwashed blade with a suspicious smell and sticky handle used for those unpleasant scraping sort of jobs, like getting stuff off blankets.Or the bottom of your shoe.

Known to have been associating with the crew of the Jack O'Lantern, who have eventually grown to tolerate him.

Likes any sort of slime and things that go bang.