Race: Kobold
Height: 3'1"
Eyes: Red; not necessarily evil, he's just an albino! Honest!
Hair: None! At all. What kind of kobold has hair?!
Deity: Kurtulmak, probably.
Disposition: Friendly and outgoing (smaller races) or terrified and cringing (anything above...oh, 4' or so)



Furtive. Scurrying. A merest scritching of claws against cobblestone. Vysar is not the sort to draw attention to himself. Nor to leave a trail for others to follow, if he can help it. Why, the very notion of being stalked, of being hounded by towering softskins has him ready to dive into the nearest, smallest bolthole, and seal himself inside for a good tenday or so.

This little kobold seems to harbor none of the usual malice or resentment towards outside races...or if he does, it's well-buried under horror at the prospect of being accosted by a member of such. If he's seen at all, it's only briefly, and then only out of sheerest necessity; this isn't the sort of being likely to be lounging around on the Slutwalk, waiting for someone to wander along and strike up a conversation.

If there's anything he's better at than running and hiding, it's the arcane. A strange iteration of the arcane for a kobold to pursue as well; rather than developing the magics innate to his kind, Vysar is...a wizard. Among the myriad pockets adorning his little robes are a positive plethora of various reagents, scrolls, wands, potions, tinctures, unguents, and other magical miscellanea. For studying magic in such a fashion, he is probably something of a peculiarity and outsider even amongst his own kind.

Among his more notable magical effects are various periapts and brooches providing resilience against various forms of elemental damage, wands bearing charges of Timestop for more foolproof escapes, and an obviously enchanted golden tail band that may be the source of the Undetectable Alignment spell that is maintained on his person at all times.