Rophs is an acorn with little arms and legs. He prances around twirling a cane through the air causing mischief and mayhem. Everything he lacks in size he makes up for in personality along with his unmistakable squeaky voice. No matter what's going on around Rophs will manage to have a fun time and entertain himself.

There was a tension to the thing, a feeling of mute straining and striving towards some distant and incomprehensible goal. As a wizard, i was something Ponder had only encountered in acorns: a tiny soundless voice which said, yes, I am but a small, green, simple object - but I dream about forests.
-Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times