Filmin is a diminutive gnome with wildly unkempt, copper-colored hair and eyebrows that seem to have a life of their own. He wears oversized spectacles that magnify his eyes to a comical degree. His robes are three sizes too big and perpetually stained with ink, soot, and tea. He carries a massive, leather-bound spellbook that looks heavy enough to crush him if he tripped.

Filmin is excruciatingly polite and speaks with a rapid, stuttering cadence when he is excited about a piece of trivia. He finds social interaction more complex than planar physics and often accidentally insults people by correcting their grammar or historical facts. He is terrified of direct conflict but becomes surprisingly brave if he thinks a rare manuscript is in danger.

Filmin was raised in the dusty basements of the Great Library of Silverymoon, where his parents worked as simple catalogers. He showed an affinity for the arcane early on, but his physical clumsiness made him a hazard in any practical classroom. Instead, he spent decades in isolation, mastering the theory of evocation through dusty tomes and forgotten scrolls. While he can recite the caloric output of a fireball from memory, he has never actually seen one cast in the wild. Driven by a dying colleague's letter regarding a 'lost archive' in the world outside, Filmin has finally ventured into the sunlight. He is woefully unprepared for the physicality of adventuring, having never lifted anything heavier than a masterwork encyclopedia. Every monster he encounters is less of a threat and more of a terrifyingly loud specimen he once read about in Chapter Four of 'Beasts and Where to Hide from Them.'