Son of mildly successful merchants, he has set out on his own to try his hand at attaining a fortune his own way. he feels at home in cities with crowds of potential clients and customers. hes no stranger to the dangers of the streets.
Sentient being forced(?) into the body of a mechanical construct (clakker). No memories of life before "clakking" but major contempt for all nobility. Tall and thin, wears a coyboy hat, boots, duster and bandana over face.