A small forest gnome with copper-brown skin, cropped iron-gray hair, and a narrow face usually half-hidden beneath oversized brass spectacles. A faded green waistcoat is patched at the elbows, and a leather satchel hangs from the left shoulder, its buckle polished bright from constant handling while the rest of the bag is worn nearly gray. Within a minute of meeting someone, it becomes clear that their eyes rarely settle on faces. They track exits, pockets, loose floorboards, and the hands of anyone speaking. Their smile is quick, private, and usually arrives just before a risky idea.

Unknown is brisk, observant, and unexpectedly considerate. They speak to servants, animals, and scholars with the same direct courtesy, but become playful and needle-sharp around pompous people. They love puzzles that involve practical mechanisms and distrust any answer that arrives too quickly.

Unknown was not born nameless. The name was removed from every record that mattered, including a monastery ledger, a magistrate's archive, and the private correspondence of a minor noble family. As a young forest gnome, they worked as a copyist in a remote observatory, where their sharp memory and restless hands made them useful for repairing delicate instruments and retrieving documents no one else could reach. There they discovered a coded catalog describing a vanished collection of magical evidence, proof that several respected scholars had fabricated discoveries and quietly destroyed the careers of their rivals. Before Unknown could expose the conspiracy, the observatory burned. They escaped with only a brass key, a damaged notebook, and the conviction that the fire was meant to erase them as well as the evidence. Since then, they have survived by stealing from people who profit from lies, selling harmless fragments of information to honest clients, and using magic to make locked doors feel more like suggestions. They call themselves Unknown because every name they once possessed belongs to someone else's records. Their long-term goal is not revenge. It is to reconstruct the truth so completely that no one can burn it away again.