Biladoc Lightfoot

Biladoc was born in a small village in the county of Isk. He wasn't especialy restless or mischievous (for a hobbit, that is). He liked stone throwing contests with his friends and playing hide and seek.
He started developing an interest in locks and how to open them without using keys by making some visits to the local grocer's warehouse, where the large wheels of spicy cheese and the cured hams were kept. This also helped him to learn how to become almost invisible in some dark corner and move as silently as a cat.

His Life

When his cousin Felix ran away from home, Biladoc promised his oncle to find his son and convince him to return. He tracked Felix down to Pensula, a portuary village.
There, he met a motley crew of adventurers who'd met Felix and joined them. Toghether, they fought the priests of a devilish cult whose temple laid beneath the town, hidden in the sewers. During the fight, his cousin died and Biladoc and his new friends were forced to escape both the evil priests and the town's guards.
They passed through a magical portal and found themselves in a strange maze, where they eventualy met the band of the Silver Blade, not without loosing some companions on the way.

Appearance

You can usually have a good look at him when he's eating (the rest of the time he doesn't stand still for a second).
When Biladoc stands up to greet you, you can see a 3'7'' tall stout halfling, with dark brown leather boots, dark brown breeches and a light brown shirt appearing beneath a studded leather armour. You see a couple of short swords at his hip and also a mace. From several places (belt, boots, sleeves) some dagger hilts can be seen.
Tucked in his belt is a pair of soft brown leather gloves. He wears a cloak of very dark grey, almost black. He has black hair and very dark brown eyes and a warm smile.
There's a backpack in the floor, near his feet. It's obviously filled and you see some strange objects sticking out: swords, a staff, a small bow and a quiver...
He sits down again and resumes his meal, smiling and questioning you at the same time.
As he speaks, you notice that his eyes don't keep still. They go from your face to your clothes, to your hands, to your weapons, back to your face and once in a while he glances around, as if looking for something. When he sees the intrigued look in your face he smiles:
'Don't worry, I'm not paranoid, just cautious.'