Baz “Smiley” Armstrong – Sharkman Enforcer

Get ready to bring Baz “Smiley” Armstrong – Sharkman Enforcer to your tabletop! This is a 3D printed miniature in premium ABS-like resin — highly detailed, durable, and built to impress whether you're gaming or painting. Available in both 32mm (tabletop-ready) and 75mm (painter's scale), each piece is printed with precision so every edge, texture, and expression comes out crisp. Just clean, prime, and play!

Miniature Details

• Race / Type: Beastfolk
• Class: Barbarian, Fighter
• Material: ABS-like resin
• Available Scales: 32mm · 75mm

About Baz “Smiley” Armstrong – Sharkman Enforcer

Baz wasn’t always a manshark. At some distant, nigh forgotten part of his life, he was a man. One with a button nose and wavy golden locks bleached by the sun; eye candy for the women of the port towns who swooned over the handsome sailor.

Baz built a reputation among the crews he sailed with as a womanizer, the kind who probably had a child in every seaside kingdom of Tharador, but wouldn’t be able to tell you theirs, or their mother’s name. Though Baz’s guilt-free whoring across the lands did not come without recourse, for such promiscuity can quickly lead to malady, as he discovered. In the port of Torish Istrath in Sudd Tohst his crew left him, a man bound for death, covered in lesions and rashes, papules sprouting over his back like worms beneath his skin.

Thinking a curse had been placed upon him by one of his scorned lovers, Baz sought help from a local witch doctor. The woman promised to help him for all the gold he could muster, emptying years worth of salaries at her feet. In delirium he collapsed in her home, the world going dark until he awoke.

Though he was cured, his leg had been amputated, lost from the ailment, so the doctor said. She told him he would survive, but that his insides may become his outsides if he continued down his same path as before. Not heeding the riddles of the old woman, he joined a new crew and continued his escapades across the sea, though the illness returned again with a vengeances.

Flesh dripped from his face, and blood poured from his pores. As they were at sea, there was little the crew could do save for throw him overboard, not wishing any of the crew to befall the same fate should he be contagious. Baz found the cold sting of the water refreshing, waking him up but being abhorred to see the ship sailing away, leaving him in the middle of the open ocean, death no doubt coming to claim him now.

Yet, he did not feel the pain as before. Indeed, he felt like he had grasped a new lease on life, and was able to swim back to shore almost effortlessly after several hours. When he arrived at shore, and found a nearby village, he was driven from it as the townsfolk screamed in fear at his approach.