Manny is a city bred goblin which means there's very little more the world can throw at him that someone else hasn't tried to throw at him already. Though down on his luck of late no amount of ill-fortune can dampen Manny's optimism. He remains ever alert for an opportunity to change his stars - preferably for ones that promise lavish comfort for a bare minimum of work if possible.

Manny's most distinguishing feature is his enormous head, disproportionate even by quite liberal goblin standards. He can comfortably wear a man sized helmet despite standing quite short for his race at 2'10", and when he grins his surprisingly lustrous teeth often threaten to cleave his face in twain. Beneath his ill fitting vestments Manny seems to be comprised entirely of skin and bone. He is however quick to assert in his own defence that he is 'more, what you might call wiry'.

Come hell or high water there are three things that can reliably be found about his person, though at times they can be awfully difficult to spot: a blade (or several), the damp dog end of a cigar long past its prime, and Merv, his intrepid pint sized companion.