Bashorg is a wiry halfling with dark, messy hair and a sharp, inquisitive gaze. He favors practical, dark-stained leather armor with many custom-sewn pouches. He usually has a mischievous smirk on his face, as if he just realized how to get into your jewelry box.

He is intensely analytical and sees the world as a series of structural vulnerabilities. He is confident to the point of arrogance when it comes to mechanics, but he has a genuine soft spot for underdogs who have been cheated by the law.

Bashorg Bathon grew up in the cramped, narrow districts of a bustling metropolis, where he quickly learned that being small was an advantage for someone with quick fingers. Unlike many halflings who seek comfort in the hearth, Bashorg found comfort in the clicking of a complex tumbler. He was a natural at architectural infiltration, eventually joining the Gilded Hand syndicate as a structural consultant for high stakes robberies. While he enjoyed the puzzles, the mindless cruelty of his bosses began to grate on him. He eventually 'retired' by disappearing during a job, taking a few choice ledgers with him as insurance. Now he wanders as a freelancer, looking for the one vault that might actually challenge his intellect. He remains several steps ahead of his former associates, largely thanks to his heightened senses and natural luck.