Standing a mighty three feet and change and with a lean, graceful build that must put him perhaps a little under thirty pounds in weight, Wry is a finely muscled figure of a handsome male kobold edging towards his ninth year. Dark green scales that are just distinctive enough to set him a little apart from the majority sheath the tall (for a given value of tall), quick-witted trapsmith from his cohorts, whilst his eyes glitter an almost golden colour even in the darkest tunnels, when not covered by a pair of gold-framed, smoked-glass lenses.

 Wry generally wears a modest amount of tasteful but expensive jewelry and a shapeless, wide-brimmed hat of what may well be chameleon leather, along with a tough and curiously colour-shifting leather coat over a clamshell breastplate worn with near elbow-length metal reinforced gauntlets that leave his delicate, dextrous fingers free to work. He's usually festooned with bandoliers containing slim little thumb-thick cartridges for his various weapons and invariably has about him at least one complex-looking revolving-chamber pistol and a bulkier, strip-fed mechanical rifle that has all the hallmarks (complexity, practicality) of kobold work.

 Most of the time he also carries the cavernous backpack that contains the infamous 'big bloody wrench' that is the two-handed tool of last resort to which a recalcitrant mechanism is exposed, the exposure being gradually increased until the mechanism in question either shapes up or ships out...