Background Summary:

Born in a dwarven mining village high in the mountains, Toothpick hatched from what the dwarves believed was a dragon egg—after a long week of drinking and celebration. When the shell cracked, out came not a dragon, but a scrawny green Grecken with big eyes, tiny claws, and clearly not a dragon. Adopted by the dwarves, Toothpick grew up among ale, anvils, and arguments. Named after his given job to deliver toothpicks after hearty dwarven meals, he was well liked by his adopted family even though he never fit in. His life changed the day a surge of wild magic blasted him across realms, leaving even the gods confused about where (or when) he ended up next.

Appearance:

A pint-sized lizard with iridescent green scales, a wide grin full of sharp teeth, and bright amber eyes that flicker with embers when he’s excited. His patched wizard robe and oversized hat are clearly stolen—or salvaged—from a taller mage.

Personality:

Innocent, curious, and dangerously enthusiastic. Everything he touches either explodes, levitates, or bursts into glitter. Despite the chaos that follows him, Toothpick means well—he’s a friend to fools, drunks, and dreamers alike.