Littlest gnome trader there ever was.
You are Upper Crust Smavandree, Puddle Stomper of the Order of the Black Fox, a Gnome Trader.
You have a set of mischievously twitching whiskers accenting a round face, a chunky yellow wax pencil with a wire-wrapped pink eraser tucked behind one of his ears, sullenly glowing viridian eyes and an outlandish pair of goggles sporting gear-shaped copper tinted lenses perched precariously on the end of a straight nose. Your bright green-streaked deep purple hair is long and straight, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by a nifty Gnomish glarmencoupler. You have some tiny clockwork fairies with spun rainbow wings accenting tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tiny for a Gnome.
A sprinkle of fireflies made of scintillating gold-backed opal float lazily around your neck, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You appear to be mature.
Your beard is encased by silken webbing held in place by a set of alabaster orb spiders.
Your shoulder has a tattoo of a spiral of scorched phoenix feathers trailing ashes and tongues of golden flame.
You are in good shape.
You are holding a Gnomish tinkerer's jacket marred with soot and oil stains in your right hand.
You are wearing a large bloodwood keg with a curved tusk-shaped spigot, a valise of softened ice-veined leather titivated with with a row of ice sapphires, an ice-veined leather weapon belt secured by heavy steel buckles, some heavy ice-veined leather boots reinforced by steel sabatons, a caravan driver's cap of soft ice-veined leather with padded ear flaps, a tiny whisperlayne haversack adorned with a phantom sapphire beaver, a beaver mask with two buck teeth, a black mail balaclava with strips of red fabric interlaced through the links, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a sand spider earring carved with lifelike detail from solid electrum, a clawed gold hand tipped with melon-hued stura atulaves, a bitter-looking beaver amulet hanging from a darkened steel chain, a black bowtie accented with subtle sky blue stripes, a tiny black spidersilk cloak clasped with an animite beaver, a tastefully tiny lapel pin, a tiny glass bottle, a clockwork steel black widow pin with its legs drawn in protectively, a muscular black firecat with flame-tufted ears and luminous blue eyes, a pair of arching niniam-framed wings ornamented with icesteel, a silver star-shaped badge stamped with 'PLEASE DON'T PUNCH MY FACE', an enameled-iron black fox pin with bright amber eyes, a tiny ice-veined leather pack clasped with a phantom sapphire beaver, a dark umber tabard emblazoned with Krigglin's industrious beaver, a comfy cotton shirt painted with "Rollin' with my Gnomies", a beaver costume, a bronze plate shirt decorated with stylized orlog epaulets and battle medallions, a small gargoyle-hide shield sealed with protective wax, a small steel skinning knife with a leather-wrapped hilt, an etched steel parry stick with black leather straps, some diamond-hide gloves riveted with green scales tapering to sharp curved claws, a pair of blackened zills engraved with a flying heron, a mottled brass ring, a gold and emerald ring, a serpentine platinum ring displaying a lustrous fang pearl, a heavy platinum band bearing a diamond encrusted crest, a fine silk prayer sash embroidered with a sloppily crafted shoe, an elegant firesilk gem pouch embellished with tiny seed pearls, a heavy leather pouch bearing the crest of the Traders' Guild, a jaspe money bag of goldweave coins embroidered with "No Pigpockets PLEASE!", a miniature orichalcum-framed trader shop enclosed in goldweave, an iron lockpick ring, some pint-sized overalls fastened with bronze buckles and some bronze greaves bolted at the knee with complex rackensprockets.