Balthazar is a Gnome of small stature standing 3'2" and weighing only 42 lbs. His pointy ears and black eyes give him that standard gnome look that has become so familiar in cities across Khorvaire. He wears traveling clothes with a small bow slung across his shoulders.
Back Story:
Born an honored member of the Sivis clan, Balthazar had a bright future. However, when a dragonmark failed to appear after adolescence Balthazar turned his attentions to the study of Alchemy, cutting himself off from the derisive glances of the others from his noble clan. If he was fated to be an outcast, an outcast he would be. He set a lab up for himself and spent the following years glued to his studies. Balthazar dabbled with poisons for a brief time before the allure of explosives took his attention elsewhere. Learning how to build bombs that could be thrown to do large amounts of damage, he focused on becoming a master of their use; building his knowledge of extracts to gain even greater control over the pyrotechnics.
Finally happening upon the recipe for a mutagen that could raise his dexterity, he realized that this was the pinnacle his ability to learn unassisted without real world experience. Scouring the books and formulas he’d been buried in for years he came across information about one of the book’s authors Creth Dranoch. He mentioned learning a myriad of skills from an alchemist in, of all places, Dura in Sharn.
Realizing that Dura lay many miles from his home came as a relief to Balthazar. To not have to face the looks, the quick glances, the snide comments, the obvious distain that no amount of knowledge or capability could wipe from their faces would be a blessing. He gathered what basic equipment he’d need for the trip, a bow and a quiver of arrows, alchemical supplies, and a prepared vial of mutagen and set off on a departing ship early one morning before the others woke. He did not take much with him; Not relying on the house’s money would make it all the more real and changing his name served to sever the final emotional ties he felt for his family.
It would be days, he guessed, before anyone would think to look for him. It was a usual practice for him to hole up in his lab for days and weeks at a time without speaking to anyone. “Proud Sivis”, he thought as he watched the city vanish in the distance from the deck of the ship. If he never saw Korranberg again, it would be too soon.
