A wild tangle of unkempt color bounces with the quick movements from this incredibly small gnome. Hairy beyond reason. Twisted snarls exploding out from both ears, the crimson-hued curls winding down to merge with the vast gull's nest that is his beard, which in turn engulfs his neck and continues downward, unabated, to what is visible of the gnome's bulging little chest. This chaotic swirl climbs upward to fur his cheeks - conjoining on the way with the twin juts of nostril hairs, as if the gnome had thrust two tiny uprooted trees up his nose - only to then merge uninterrupted with the sprung hemp ropes that are his eyebrows. Deep amber in color, their fiery hue is marred with dirt and grime - the occasional twig poking through. About as tall as a keg, he is much shorter than most of his age but seems to try and defy this with his bold stance. Mature in his years, his scrunched face is filled with a constant smile and a pair of weathered veteran eyes that have seen too much - like pools of icy azure, deep wrinkles encase his eyes and do little to hide an internal sadness. His movements seem agile and in defiance of whatever haunts his past, always moving to continue on his journey in life.