A basic flavor of my character:

A rich pretty fey lordling who is impatient with the entire court and while believing that humans are only slightly more intelligent than trolls prefers their company to other fey.  He is flighty and mercurial, committing himself to learning something and buzzing over to the next thing before he gains any depth of knowledge.  He is not beyond starting a bar fight and jumping behind the biggest guy in the bar.  He swaggers everywhere and is a compete blowhard.  He takes the names of humans because he finds them interesting and will change his name on a nearly weekly basis, whenever he hears a new one he likes.  He has a powerful title but he lies about what it is and will never say anything about it unless he is pressed.

Just between you and I... I'm a fey; and a highborn one at that.  Keep that between us.  I cant stand them the load of
serene, preening bastards.  All they do all day is stand around and kiss each other on the ass.
Don't tell anyone but I actually prefer the company of humans.  At least they are fun, all action and no forethought.

Bar Fights
Bawdy songs
completely oblivious to the world around them
And Oh!  How deliciously angry they get

All in all my idea of good fun.  I usually try to blend in among them, and whenever I find someone with a name I like, I'll take it
for myself.  I believe that I have had 5 names in the past 4 months.

Why am I here... *sigh* A typical case of father knows best.  He heard of this submarine mission and had his
guards press me into service.  He mentioned something about gnomish disciplilne being good for me and that military activity
will keep me from trouble... I'll show him.  I tried to argue but he had none of it.  He said that he had left me to my own devices
long enough and that it was time to start living like the heir to the Duke of the Blackwood.  So here I am, stuck in this gnomish deathtrap