I am Bartimaeus, the Wanderer.
My name means Son of Honour, and I try to live up to it, though my temper sometimes has other ideas.
I am tall for a gnome; I stand at 4'5", nearly a head taller than my mother. I am skinny, but well-built, with long fingers itching to learn new things. I have dirty blond hair that I constantly brush out of my eyes, and the beginnings of a scraggly mustache. Some call me handsome, a few (Mainly young human females) call me adorable, but most would describe me as tan.
I want to learn all I can: I wish to duel, to create, to tell, to entertain.
I hope to be remembered as someone who did something worth doing.