Jib is a vibrant green grung standing only three feet tall. He wears a faded, miniature navy blue frock coat and a wide tricorn hat that frequently tilts over his large, bulbous orange eyes. He carries a rapier that looks more like a oversized needle, and his skin has a slight, constant sheen from his semi aquatic nature.

Jib is flamboyantly confident and suffers from a massive ego that belies his small size. He speaks with a rhythmic, croaking cadence and considers himself a gentleman of the sea, even when he is actively picking a pocket. He treats every battle as a performance and refuses to hide when a flashy entrance is possible.

Jib was born in the deep marshes, destined for a life of rigid hierarchy within the grung caste system. However, his adventurous spirit could not be contained by the swamp. After sneaking onto a river barge, he made his way to the coast and eventually onto 'The Salty Croak,' a smuggling ship. The crew initially laughed at the tiny frog, but they soon realized his sticky hands and leaping ability made him a master of the rigging. Over time, Jib transitioned from a mere deckhand to a feared boarder. He adopted the lifestyle of a swashbuckler, favoring flair and agility over brute force. He now seeks to make his name known across the Sword Coast, determined to prove that a hero's greatness isn't measured in inches but in the audacity of their deeds.