Wetzel's nickname, "The Small", is accurate, but he never much cared one way or the other about his stature. Born by a glovemaker's daughter to an unknown father, before she married a journeyman and brought many half-siblings into the world, Wetzel was always a bit of a loner. Eventually this instinct took him out of the crowded house and into the fields and forests. Later it took him far from home, wandering the lands, hiding from the authorities who might've labeled him a vagrant, trading in furs to the towns he passed by, and generally leading a meagre existence.
Wetzel is a capable hunter & lives mostly outdoors, as comfortable under a pine tree as in a feather bed. He's amenable enough in company, but keeps his distance personally, and strikes most as a little odd, if harmless enough.
Always keen for the kill when hunting for his own survival, Wetzel recently had the luck (whether good or ill cannot yet be said) to stumble across a stray goblin. It was a near thing (they were down to knives at the end), but he slew the foul creature and felt its blood on his hands.
Now he years to continue after larger prey than the squirrels, hares, and foxes that he hunted in his former life. And he's going about it in the most acceptable way he can think of: by seeking out the lairs of these and other sentient (but certainly foul) creatures wherever he may.
Wetzel plays his fife by a lonely stream, in the company of one of the birds, whom he seldom hunts and considers his fellows.
[f=32]Wiglaff the Elf, F3/MU2
(M 12", AC 9, HD 4+1, hp 14/14, N) cloak of elvenkind
, battle-axe; light, colour spray
[f=47]Wilibald "Willie" Whitfoot, F1/T1
(M 12", AC 6, HD 1+2, hp 9/9, L) gambeson+helm, shield+warhammer[/f]