A compact rock gnome woman with warm copper-brown skin, a broad nose, bright hazel eyes, and thick black curls usually tied back with strips of red cloth. She has a sturdy, muscular build for her size and several old scars across her knuckles and left shoulder. Her clothes are practical traveling leathers beneath a weathered gray cloak, decorated with tiny brass gears and polished animal teeth. She carries an oversized greataxe that she treats with the solemn care of a family heirloom.

Direct, energetic, and fiercely protective. Naki treats every journey as a lesson in survival and every stranger as a possible story waiting to be uncovered. She is warm with people who are honest, suspicious of polished manners, and delighted by practical jokes that require more ingenuity than cruelty.

Naki grew up among a small gnome settlement built into the red hills beyond the settled roads. Her people were known for clever water wheels, hidden gardens, and machines that clicked through the night, but Naki was never patient with delicate work. She preferred hauling stone, tracking goats, and testing whether a trap could survive being struck with a hammer. When raiders burned the settlement's outer burrows, Naki followed their trail into the wilderness, carrying the settlement's battered greataxe and a promise to learn every road the raiders might use to return. Years spent alone in rough country taught her to read weather, spoor, and silence. She became a guide for caravans and isolated villages, sleeping beneath stars and eating whatever the land was willing to give. Her rage first appeared when a merchant abandoned a group of refugees during a mountain storm. Naki tore open the merchant's locked supply wagon with her bare hands and drove the frightened travelers to safety. Since then, she has embraced the force that rises in her when the helpless are cornered, though she fears that one day the fury will become easier to summon than mercy.