Fiz is a wiry gnome with mahogany skin and shocking white hair that stands up like he was just struck by lightning. He wears practical studded leather dyed a deep charcoal color, adorned with dozens of small pockets and loops for tools. His goggles are always perched atop his forehead, ready to be flipped down for intricate lockwork. A series of brass trinkets and small gears are woven into his braids, clinking softly when he moves quickly.

Fiz is perpetually curious and speaks with a rapid fire cadence that often outpaces the listener. He treats every lock as a personal conversation and every trap as a puzzle left by a friend he hasn't met yet. He is fiercely loyal to those who show him kindness but possesses a mischievous streak that compels him to play minor illusions on people who take life too seriously.

Fiz grew up in the winding crawlspaces and drainage pipes beneath the industrial district of a sprawling metropolis. His parents were innovative clockmakers whose workshop was seized by a local guild for unpaid debts. When they disappeared shortly after, Fiz was left with nothing but his father's broken pocket watch and his mother's book of basic cantrips. He survived the harsh street life by using his small size and emerging magical talent to slip into places no human could reach. Over time, Fiz realized that the world above was just a giant clock, and he became an expert at finding the loose gears and turning them to his advantage. He joined the criminal underworld not for the gold, but for the thrill of the 'grand mechanism' that is a high stakes heist. He still searches for his parents, following a trail of specialized clockwork signatures found in high end vaults and noble estates across the realm.