Forgotten Realms

A plump male halfling rogue with curly auburn hair, rosy cheeks, and keen brown eyes that sparkle with mischief. He wears finely tailored but practical clothes, including velvet-lined vests with hidden pockets, soft boots perfect for sneaking, and a hooded cloak that blends easily into crowds. A jeweled dagger sits at his belt, often mistaken for decoration, but always razor-sharp. He smells faintly of lavender soap and pipeweed, a reminder of his love for comfort and civilized habits. His voice is warm and smooth, like honey over warm bread, and he moves with surprising grace for someone his size. When he smiles—and he often does—it’s hard not to like him. And when he vanishes in a puff of shadow and sarcasm, it’s hard not to admire him.

Regis is affable, clever, and possessed of a mischievous wit. He’d rather solve a problem with a joke and a drink than a dagger—but he always keeps the dagger handy. He enjoys comfort, fine food, and quiet evenings, but never shies from danger when friends are on the line. Self-aware and realistic, Regis often plays the coward or the fool to disarm suspicion, but his mind is always working, weighing risks and angles. He’s the kind of friend who remembers your favorite dish and your darkest fear—and would steal a crown or sneak into a fortress if it meant keeping you safe. Though sometimes overshadowed by louder legends, Regis knows his worth and takes pride in subtle victories. Deep down, he wrestles with insecurity from his past—but in a tight spot, there’s no one you’d rather have at your side.

Regis began life as a petty thief and guild member in Calimport, living off his wits and charm. Fleeing the wrath of Pasha Pook and the assassin Artemis Entreri, he vanished north and settled in Lonelywood—intending to retire in comfort. But fate had other plans. Drawn into the orbit of heroes like Drizzt, Bruenor, and Catti-brie, Regis evolved from a reluctant tagalong into a true Companion of the Hall. Though never the strongest in battle, he proved invaluable in navigating politics, infiltration, and tight spots where steel alone failed. With his hypnotic ruby pendant and silver tongue, Regis tricked devils, stole from tyrants, and talked his way out of impossible odds. Beneath the softness and self-deprecating humor is a survivor with a spine of steel, loyal to the end and braver than most would guess.