A Grubby little gnome you may have stepped on before you'd noticed.
Generally a jovial character with a sweet disposition....it can be said that he has such a sweet disposition that he must be rotting from the inside. Always up for a joke....weeeeell...he's the man to have at any party, you wouldn't dare not to. Deep down he's as good natured as a snake rolling in the sun after a good meal. Take that as you will.
Timmors main feature is his blood stained hat which always appears to be a fresh crimson.(not dripping however.) It posses the ability to soak his body in red liquid, you hope is not blood, and ooze out of a tight spot or grip, whatever the case. He can also command his hat to produce spines or camelflauge on command, and once per day he can change it to a helmet with rams horns to use as a chargeing attack to batter his way out of a tight spot.
A bag on his waist holds a small cache of coins and gems for butin supplies, and he has magical spectacles(well sort of....not really...he just callsem magic ok!!) to help in readn.
He also carries a huge spoon on the back of which is carved the word kindness, which shifts to the recip....onlookers native languange. If he pushes a little switch a double headed axe blade appears at either side for slashing at goblins and such.
He also carries a loose book of spells, meaning not in book form but in papers, torn out of someone elses book most likely. The pages contain various illusions and defense spells to "Help me with my general life and such."
He seems to have an endless cache of sardines as well.
He comes from a land called Thistle Tatchelburn Where he learned the fine art of the prankster. He wasn't naturally good so he deceided to study the books of his father's exploits to gain knowledge. One passage said "..and I was glad i did it... no teacher should be proven smarter than me." So he did it. He crept in one night and and set his trap. The next morning old Solumond, thats his instructor, appeared in class covered in a disgusting black ichor. "Timmor Brambleberry!!!".... said Solumond. " I suppose you think this grand!. The room grew darker. "I suppose you think this is funny!?" "es, sir" squeeked timmor. "Good because you!!!...." There was a long pause. "have graduated. Go on pack your things and get out of here.... oh and timmor?" "Yes sir?" said timmor smugly. " You are hereby forever cursed to forever be only sustained by a permanent supply of sardines.!" And the door slammed behind him when he went out. Confused Timmor packed his things and remembered the professor's were all in class, so he took some of the spells from the illusion masters book and ran. He tries to perform on the road but mostly he steals. His 4 spells he can readilly cast on his hat grant him concealment and protecion from tjose who persue him.