Bramm is a stocky dwarf with weathered skin and a short black beard. He wears dark, oil-treated leather armor and moves with a surprising, fluid silence. His amber eyes are sharp and always scanning the room for exits.

Bramm is methodical and quiet, preferring to observe every detail before taking action. He speaks in short, precise sentences and avoids unnecessary risks.

Bramm was born to the stone-carvers of the Ironroot peaks, but he found more interest in the mechanics of vault locks than the artistry of statues. He left his clan to seek fortune in coastal cities, discovering that his nimble dwarven hands were perfect for bypassing the security of the wealthy. He earned his name by using charcoal to leave subtle marks on target buildings to guide his crew during midnight heists. After a daring robbery of a corrupt magistrate went sideways, Bramm survived by vanishing into the sewers, and he has since worked as a high-end freelance specialist. He treats every obstacle as just another bolt waiting to be turned.