Jaded artificer with a sour view of the world.

Drallie was born a disappoint to his father. Where his father was big (3 feet tall!), charamatic, and a natural leader, Dradli was small( even for a dwarf), akward and sickly. Kids at school would chant “Draldli the tiny” and fill his life with endless torment.
Dradli’s only redeeming quality was his knack for tinkering. At a young age, he was able to invest a spark of magic in objects that would otherwise be mundane. He used these skills to fight back, escape from and some might say torment his bullies. Using a carpet as a floating disk to escape his bullies, or putting his bullies to sleep with magic dust, Daldi always seemed to have the right tool for the right job. However as the years went by, Daldi’s demeanor soured. His gadget became more violent and all decided to stay away.
 
With things going wrong in the community and at home, the relationship with his father strained. This was until, during an extermination gone wrong (mixing fireball with a glass ball). Daldi set his home a flame. He was pulled from the flames by his father, who rushed into the flames to rescue the rest of the family. Whether it be fear or shock, Dadli realized to late about his cache of other dangerous objects which ignited in a hail of ice fire and lighting. Daldi escaped, but forever bear the scars of that night.
 
In the coming years. Daldi drifted from settlement to settlement. He scraped buy selling gadgets to people who used them with malicious intent. With one big score, maybe he can establish a life of his own and finally find some stability.