Timor is a human mercenary, born in a far away world called

He is of a smaller stature than your average mercenary, with sharp brown eyes, short pale blonde hair

Despite being a mercenary, Timor is not really a seasoned fighter. he specializes mainly in logistic, planning and cartography. He is more than capable with a gun though and don't hesitate to dirty his hands if the situation asks for it.

Timor tend to be a no-nonsense individual, speaking without fancy words in a rather gruff way.

While having most self-control than most people, Timor is no stranger to cracking under pressure and can become paranoid when stressed.

A bit of a worrywart as well, he tend to constantly review in his head what could go wrong in any given situation, as to be prepared when the worst come to happens.

It has earned him a reputation of a stick in the mud

He is a good judge of personality and is able to quickly understand the dynamic of a group, who is going to be the leader, who can be relied upon and who could be trouble. His instinct is generally spot on.

The cursed relic:

He met with Elorie during a disastrous expedition where she ended up accidentally eating the group he was part of after they were shrunken by a cursed artifact.

He is currently stuck as a tiny human, living with Elorie and her sister.