Pocket Jiggawatz

Appearance

Pockets Jiggawatz, a goblin spell filcher and assistant to Count Saint Germain, stands at a wiry 3'2", his small frame brimming with frenetic energy, his age—likely in his late 20s—hard to discern through his goblin features. His mottled green skin is covered in faint, ink-like smudges from his spellcasting mishaps, and his oversized, bat-like ears flop comically as he moves, one ear pierced with a tiny brass ring. His beady yellow eyes sparkle with mischief, and his wide, toothy grin reveals jagged teeth, often stretched into an exaggerated expression. A tuft of spiky black hair sticks out at odd angles, barely contained by whatever hat he’s wearing.

Attire

Pockets wears a patchwork vest of clashing colors—bright orange, lime green, and purple—its numerous pockets bulging with stolen trinkets and spell components, the seams fraying from overuse. His trousers, a faded brown, are too long, rolled up at the ankles to keep from tripping him, and his boots, mismatched—one red, one blue—are scuffed and tied with mismatched laces. When in human cities, he dons a hat of disguise, transforming into a gnome with a comically oversized mustache and a floppy velvet cap, though the disguise often flickers if he gets too excited. A tattered scarf, a garish yellow, is wrapped around his neck, fluttering dramatically as he moves.

Demeanor

Pockets is a whirlwind of quirky, bombastic energy, his movements jerky and theatrical, often punctuated by wild gestures and exaggerated hops, as if he’s performing for an invisible crowd. His voice is a high-pitched, nasally cackle, filled with rapid-fire chatter and terrible puns, often shouting “Pockets knows best!” at inopportune moments, much to Saint Germain’s chagrin. He’s prone to fits of laughter at his own jokes, slapping his knee with a loud smack, and his spell filching is as much a performance as a skill—he’ll often pilfer a spell mid-casting with a dramatic flourish, winking at his target as he does. Despite his comedic nature, there’s a cunning glint in his eyes, and he’s fiercely loyal to Saint Germain, scampering to his side at the first sign of trouble.

Possessions

Pockets carries a small, cracked wand of prestidigitation, its tip sparking erratically, which he uses to create minor illusions or clean up his constant messes, often with hilarious results. His hat of disguise, a wide-brimmed felt cap with a drooping feather, allows him to masquerade as a gnome, though he frequently forgets to adjust his mannerisms, leading to suspicion. A bulging satchel at his hip holds stolen spell components—crushed beetle wings, a vial of frog slime, and a glowing pebble—alongside a crumpled notebook filled with doodles and terrible poetry. Around his wrist is a braided leather bracelet, a gift from Saint Germain, which he fidgets with when nervous.