Rufus was born in a pleasant halfling community, raised by his mother and eight sisters; yes, eight. As the only male in the household, he learned the benefits of keeping a woman (women) happy, and quickly learned how to get away with anything through charm alone.

At a young age, he was apprenticed to his community's fighter's guild and learned the characteristics of a rogue. Seeking bigger and better things, he moved on to the human lands, learning that halfling guile came in handy while working in the Shadow Guild. He took any opportunity he got, slit throats, wooed or backstabbed, or flat-out murdered in plain sight, working his way to Shadowmaster. When he accomplished this feat, however, after only a few short years he grew bored and retired, moving on to distant lands and more interesting challenges.

For several years now he finds small companies of rogues or bandits, and for whatever and however reason finds himself leading them, as he can't seem to keep his swords to himself when annoyed. He has no qualms with murdering someone, especially when challenged (your fault for being stupid), though he refuses harming innocent women and children (Mothers, peasants, etc, but backstabbing bitches are free-for-all).

Rufus (also infamously known as Smoothhand though no one outside his former shadowguild would recognize him), is approximately 40-44 years old. He has golden-brown hair flying around his head in unruly waves, and a disarming, easy smile. His hazel-brown eyes reveal little, save what he wants you to know.

Taller than the average halfling at 4'8, he's trim and well-muscled, with a light spray of golden-brown chest hair that falls short of his rippled abs. However, this seat-wetting sight is hidden by shirt (cotton or silk), under a leather vest and bracers, and hooded, form-fitting jacket. He wears tight black leather breeches and brown-black belted knee-length boots.

Weapons of choice are a pair of normal-looking shortswords and various throwing objects (knives, daggers, axes, darts, needles, rocks, fruit, whatever) most of which, if they're on his person, are poisoned.