Name: Gerbbi Richardson

Race: Goblin

Class: Monk / Office Assistant

From: Pithole, Fantasy Iowa

Height: 5’5”

Weight: A whisper of a lad

Hair Color: Black, messy

Look: Khakis, button up, scuffed sneakers

Favorite Possession: A simple pair of scuffed, possibly magical sneakers, a tattoo of a star with a centipede around it.

There’s nothing particularly notable about Gerbbi Richardson. A small, timid man, he’s made it most of his life without really calling attention to himself. The middle child of five children, he learned to blend in, to take solace in going unnoticed. He finished middle of his class in a mid-tier business school and took an internship in sales in Fantasy Chicago’s own NPC Inc.

But fate can be a strange thing, and after suffering under the (metaphorical) lash of Chris, Destroyer of Interns, Gerbbi suddenly found himself thrust into the open arms of the Special Projects department. Why did he suddenly seize a chance like this? Even he doesn’t know. Perhaps Gerbbi realized that he was different than the others in Sales. Perhaps seeing the infamous Apple Barrel Gang on a quest ignited a spark of adventure that had laid dormant for his whole life. 

Suddenly, Gerbbi was on his feet, fighting for his new friends, his mind racing to dodge the verbal blows of those who would put down the little guy. No longer content to remain in the shadows, Gerbbi now treads a new path. But the shadows will always be his friend...his unassuming nature is his greatest weapon.