_Background_

Gordi Fucking Moneymaker - as a once quite wealthy merchant, he found himself under the radar of groundless accusations and was ultimately forced to stop his business to save his own life and belongings.

Taking his short legs up into his hands, he 'vanished' under mysterious circumstances and travelled to Sinifer to let grass grow over the ridiculous claims.

How got his surname remains a secret, but most believe it was part of the problem.

_Description_

Gordi is probably a bit taller than the most goblins - which doesn't mean much compared to the other races lurking around and about. As a goblin, his skin appears to be quite mossy and hairy, but he does keep his hygiene in check which probably makes him less insufferable to his feral specimen. Since he's usually seen with a smoke, most odors are surpressed by the amount of tobacco surrounding this short man anyway. Though he's dressed nicely for a goblin, something about the way he dresses appears to be provocative and refuses to accept any sense of symmetry or orderly fashion. His hard structured, masculine face is accompanied by a sleazy smile at best and mischievous, narrowed brows. His hard steps are muffled by the sound of a jingling pouch, to which most lingering eyes would also see a knife as a warning right next to it.

_Personality_

Like any business he's unpredictable on the surface, but seems to have his own code of honor - sticking to his word. He can be hurtful honest at times or helpful for a price.