Fijit Oddloom

Fijit is 2'5", 35 pounds, and it is all fucking muscle. She has dark red skin, bright magenta eyes, and cheery pink hair that she keeps in a short, controlled hairstyle under her incredibly fancy hat. Her scars stand out light on her skin, one above her left eye, several nicks in her ears, and one through her lip and chin (and those are just the visible ones). Her nose has been obviously broken several times and didn't set right. Her fingers have several oil burns and she would never admit it but they are from early cooking accidents and not something badass. She usually lies about where they came from but the story is different every time.

She's got a sturdy body type, more so than most gnomes, often having a heartier diet. Her teeth are slightly pointed and she sometimes files them to be more so. Her facial features are round cheeked but pointy chinned, wide eyes and large pointed ears. Her intimidation tactics have been honed with an unsettling, unblinking stare and a slowly widening, sharp toothed grin that would look right at home on a shark. Because she’s worked so hard to build up the image she has it’s not something she can just turn off. So she’s not very diplomatic.

Fijits father was never in the picture and her mother died early on in her life, to something Fijit doesn't remember. She was raised by a friend of the family who was unfortunately human and unfortunately single and was not quite sure how to raise a precocious gnome, let alone a girl-child. He has no idea how to do her hair and she had the unfortunate propensity to become tangled in it causing him to keep it cut short. This is in direct opposition to her gnome quirk of having elaborate hairstyles. She never grew into that particular quirk, deciding instead to go the more masculine route of having a really, really cool hat.

Her dad, Ven Haven was a kind, curious man, which made him distinctly ill-suited to life in Riddleport. He came to Riddleport after being disowned by his own family and needed somewhere to eke out a living away from their influence. He was a wizard who specialized in creation of magical items. Living in that household, with Ven who did not properly childproof his spell making equipment, exposed Fijit to a variety of magical items and their uses and backfires. One particularly volatile gadget seared part of her face, her left eyebrow, forehead, and part of her hairline leaving her with permanent burn scars.

Fijit learned young that her adopted dad was more of a dreamer than a practical guardian. She started getting jobs to help pay for household expenses. Since she was young and small she mostly took courier jobs and the occasional heist job. But what she saw were the fighters, they had the most opportunities and the highest paychecks. That's what she aspired to be despite her racial limitations and radically un-intimidating, shockingly pink coloration. She picked up the hammer because it's the only weapon kept around the house and the most satisfying to take to some big dudes kneecaps. The crunch really makes it worth it.

In her tweens she often fought with her dad, wanting him to work harder and make them more money. He was too nice, too giving in a cutthroat town that would as soon kiss him with a snicker snack as look at him. He was a hundred pounds soaking wet and had an abysmally miniscule book of offensive spells. She worried for him constantly and it came out as anger. It was only after a bad mugging that he started to see her side of things. He didn't pick up offensive magic though, he turned to healing and defence. He also despaired of her picking up odd jobs, thinking it too dangerous for one so small and young and...pink. His constant overprotective nature forced her to keep secrets from him no matter how she hated it. They never ended up seeing eye to eye on the matter and it was a source of contention between them until the day he died.

She has lived in the Leeward District for her whole life in the house her mother bequeathed to her. The downstairs shop front she rents out to a human candlemaker, Evan Lacegrave, who also lodges there and takes care of the place when Fijit is busy with various jobs that take her away from the town. She's had to threaten away a number of far too interested buyers which really helped her develop her intimidating personality. She is, while not friendly persay, on congenial terms with her neighbors but hears most gossip through Evan. She keeps to herself and certainly causes her fair share of gossip in the neighborhood.

Fijit is more serious compared to other gnomes because she puts more effort into intimidation and can't afford to show levity in front of the regular denizens of the city. She doesn't have a close family or friend group that she can let her guard down around so she is more defensive and aggressive. She will always resort to puns and nicknames though, they are her favorite way to let loose her giggling inner gnome. Not having grown up in a gnome household she feels even less of a connection to the gnome "community". That plus her odd choice of wearing a hat instead of braids and tails makes her an oddity to other gnomes, though not for the same reasons other races see her as an oddity.

While she did recently make the major purchase of a brand new Lucene Hammer; Fijit is generally a penny pincher. She saves whenever possible because you never know when the jobs will dry up or something around the house will break. After Ven died it all went to Fijit to take care of the house and herself thought she was barely 30. She is practical as much as she is whimsical, carrying with her rope as well as cool rocks. She's got a thing for all things shiny, she doesn't feel compelled to collect but damn if she doesn't think about it. 'You can't carry thirty pounds of cool looking rocks with you, BUT WHAT IF I NEED THEM' She managed to talk herself down to a single pound of rocks. (YOU NEVER KNOW, MAN).

Her house is covered in rocks and carpets and tapestries. Her favorite colors are gold and ruby. She can't cook well but knows a guy who makes good rations for cheap so that never stood in her way. She also likes to decorate with mirrors of varying sizes and shapes and tables staggered so she can climb about. She also knows there is at least two cats living with her but she has never been formally introduced to them, the sneaky bastards. She likes cats though, often wishing she had claws herself and that her teeth were pointier than they already are. It's the dream for close combat fighting when you're knee high to a butterfly.

Fijit generally takes bouncer jobs or works as hired muscle but sometimes she has to turn to competing in arena sports to make enough money to get through the week. She dislikes them not for the sake of the sport but for the jeering she tends to attract and how mad gamblers are when her "sure thing to lose” fucks them over. She's had to deal with many a drunk trying to take her on after she wins her match. She's been out of work recently, with the influx of physically larger races coming in from the sea and the general mockery of her coloration.

While she doesn't pray regularly or give offerings to any of the gods she does send up a quick prayer to Desna, the goddess of luck, when she is in a spot of trouble. It can never hurt to have a little divine luck on your side but she's not the type to put all her eggs in one basket or even bother with a basket at all. Surprisingly to some, Fijit actually adores how she looks and loves the color pink. She thinks it makes her that much more unsettling to humans and the like who associate it with sweet things. She's basically a horror movie in a hat.

Despite her chosen profession as a fighter, Fijit enjoys using her gnome magic on a daily basis. The spells make her remember her dad and come in handy for pulling pranks or acting as distractions as she may need them. She especially enjoys talking with animals, though she mostly sticks to birds, always having dreamt of flight herself. It's not a goal in her life, she has just always had dreams at night of flying on wings of silver over green water. No idea what that's about.

When she has extra money she either squirrels it away, gets some new rocks, or buys long lasting trail rations because, while more expensive than rations for other races, gnome trail rations keep her belly full on hard times and keep through the good times. She always has a week's worth on hand for emergencies. She can make that stretch three weeks if she budgets properly and supplements with a couple stolen items like bread and apples.

Fijits sweet fucking cavalier hat is a wide brimmed leather piece, one side folded up to show off her rad scars. It’s got some fabric hanging off of it to obscure her neck and to hide the scale mail under it that has protected her neck from many a cowardly blow to the back of the neck. She’s had this hat for a long while, through thick and thin and she’s not about to let it fall by the wayside on some foolhardy (and fun!) adventure. She would literally trade a teammate for her hat back. Don’t worry, she’d go back for them. Eventually.

Her outfit is made to bulk up her form so it includes padding on the hips, shoulders, and chest. Her boots include lifts that bring her up a couple inches to a whopping 2’7”. She has fingerless gloves to look cool and cut down on friction burn when doing stupid shit like clothesline zip-lining or high-fiving an orc. She wears scale mail lined leather breeches tucked into knee high armored boots. Her socks are alpaca wool and one of the loftier purchases she’s made in her lifetime. Her shirt is plain but her coat/vest combo is canvas lined mail and covered in pockets. Several of which contain cool rocks.

As a kid Fijit used to be close to her cousin, Vex but lost contact after his family moved away from Riddleport. They corresponded briefly but with her mother as an invalid she found less and less time for someone not directly in front of her. This sort of thinking proved to be true for her later friendships as well. If they weren’t the one to show up at her door and she hadn’t seen them for a few days they were out of sight and out of mind. Despite this she’s fairly personable and is good at insinuating herself into groups.

Fijit enjoys getting into wacky hijinks with a bunch of patsys she’s never going to see again. Because of this Fijit rarely if ever gets caught since she is so small and good at hiding and is in good standing with the local gendarmes. Some knew her mother and came around to tea when she was a wee thing. They still give her a friendly nod in passing but nothing more than that. She luckily kept out of the eye of the worst of the crime bosses by sticking to more lawful work. This crippled her job prospects though and is now sacrificing her lawful good mothers strong ethics to try and find work from Saul Vancaskerkin.