I have his stats laying around somewhere, but in the meantime here's a small story i wrote for him, to give you an idea of who he is:

To Oliver DeGallows, everyday is his last, or at least that's what he wakes up telling himself every morning he pulls his head off of...well off of whatever he happened to lay his head on the night before and the place in which he had laid to rest is rarely in the same place as the night before! His past, days full of mischief, adventure and fun, are too many and too long to account for all, in this small limiting telling of the man who is DeGallows.

Perhaps an example is in order, for who are you and who am I for you to believe such tall tales? Ok then, it's settled! A small tale!

Oliver awoke with a start, feeling his left leg draped over what seemed to be one of the most comfortable beds he's ever remembered enjoying. Snapping his head up at the sounds of the banging from the door across the room, he fought the black edges of his mind to remember where he could be. With a glance to his side, those black clouds shadowing his groggy memory flew away as a gale of memories came swooshing into his mind. He was laying next to the duchess of (insert name of land here)!! Almost as quick as his head shot off his pillow his hand shot for the large down feathered blanket, and yanked it off his frame. Nothing, of course, he was completely nude, and with no clothes in sight, save his rapier laying comfortably against the side table, within reach.
"Duchess (name), open up please! It's urgent!!"

As the beautiful, also nude, pale skinned woman stirred next to him, Oliver frantically searched about for his clothes.

"Don't you remember?" He heard the soft whisper of his lover. Looking over to the woman now, half risen, showing her round soft bosom, he could see that she was pointing toward the open window. "You threw them out last night proclaiming that with me, you'd never need them again." Then she giggled.

Feeling himself become slightly aroused he fought back the sensations as the duchess continued to stare intoxicatingly at the now frantic man. Again the door barked with three hard pounds.
"Duchess!! Please open up, or for your safety we will be forced to break the door down! There's a thief in the keep!"

As the duchess gave Oliver a playful maniacal grin, Oliver frantically waved his hands in front of him shaking his head, whispering "no no no"

Then her grin grew wider as Oliver's boy like face sparkled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Reveling in the thought of the man, who had just the night before, with his quick whit and unending charm had found a way into her bed, and maybe even a little into her heart , was now standing before and at her very mercy, she held perhaps his life in her hands. She let the air hang in silence for a moment.

"I'm alone sirs, give me one moment to get decent and I'll let you in."

Oliver exhaled in relief

"A thousand pardons your excellency."

"No apology necessary." she announced back through the door and now rising from the huge bed, letting the blanket slip down her slim and almost perfect body. Feeling again that downward tingle Oliver stared at the woman, who now was staring back as if to say "what are you going to do now, handsome"

Slapping a smile on his own face, he composed himself. and actually giving the duchess a start, Oliver grabbed his sword from beside the bed, pulling it upward in order to let the steel rub against the wood of the bed stand, allowing the sword to let out a slight ringing sound. He then pulled the saber up to his face in a salute, bowed, and proclaimed in a loud booming voice, "I repeat again, m'lady after having you I feel I may never need the embrace of clothes again!"

The duchess now shocked, Oliver ran passed the nude woman and climbed into the window frame. Turning, the mustached man angled his light blue eyes into the green ones of his lover, blew her a kiss and whispered, "until next time my sweet angel." Then he placed his rapier between his teeth and jumped through the window, leaving the duchess almost uncontrollably swooning as the wooden door behind her burst open.

Oliver landed on the roof of a nearby room and he could hear the yells of the two men behind him. He caught that one of them had ordered the other to fetch a crossbow. Not liking the idea of having to dodge bolts, still unclothed, in broad daylight Oliver frantically looked around for a way out and happened to see another window not to far from where he was standing.

Running to the window he leaped through without even touching the frame and came up from a somersault roll to find himself in the midst of the laundry maids of the keep. Giving the half swooning, half screaming women a wink he ran on.

Now standing in the hallway he could see two new guards heading in his direction from the left, so he bolted right, trying to recall the layout of the keep from the map he had studied earlier. Still hungover and perhaps a little drunk his mind was too slow to conjure up where he might be in the large keep so he ran and prayed to whatever god would be caring enough to be listening at this particular moment and sped off.

Bolting around the corner he could her the clattering of bolts hitting stone behind him. Now sweating, he headed straight ahead toward another door. Rushing inside he took a quick survey of the room. A simple bedroom, nothing more.

Running to the only window, which was shut with wooden shutters, he unlocked it and looked down. Twelve feet at the most he told himself. He heard another small voice in his head say "looks more like fifteen feet to me." in which Oliver responded out loud "shush you".

Closing his eyes, still as nude as a lark, Oliver mounted the window frame and before he know it he was soaring through the morning air. He could feel the cool moring wind blow over his sweating naked body, giving him a slight chill. Landing hard on the dirt of the courtyard, Oliver went into a roll and finally stopped in a sitting position in the dust that he had kicked up with his landing.

Now spurting and spitting, the overly dirty man stood up and looked up at the window just in time to see the two guards looking down at him. Smiling, Oliver stuck out his tongue at the two men which only caused their face to turn red with anger. Laughing and running, the bronze skinned rogue shouted out, "Catch me if you can! !t makes of a fine story, having the duke's finest finding their fun in chasing an unclothed man!"

Turning another corner Oliver started to count blocks from the corner of the courtyard wall, and when reaching 23 he pushed on the third stone block from the bottom. As he did the wall shifted just enough to make a hole for Oliver to jump down into to. After landing from the short fall, he raised his hands and pushed upward on the wall above him and then could hear it moving back into place.

Now standing, trying to catch his breath, in the complete darkness, Oliver whispered out, "well did you get it?"

Instantly he heard the gruff voice of his current friend Barl, "Of course."
"you did leave my clothes in the courtyard, like we planned, right?"
"Barely even stirred the smelly things"
"Smelly!?"
"The smelt of Vantarian rum!"
"Well I did have a little rum..."
"A little! I saw you, you could hardly stand!"
"OK, ok that's enough, you got it right?"
"I said that I did, let's just get out of here."
"Agreed, go ahead and light that torch."
After a few seconds of silience, "I don't want to."
With impatience in his voice Oliver had to control to keep his voice low for now he could hear the guards above him, asking each other where the nude idiot could of gone. "Why not?! you craw for brains!"
"Yer nekkid, I saw it."
"Oh for the love of...just light it!"
"Ok, ok, but I ain't lookin at you, I ain't that way"
"Whatever, lets just go"
Then the torch flared to life illuminating the rock caverns around the two and Barl promptly shielded his eyes from the sight of Oliver.
"You know I could get used to this, not wearing anything."
"Yer of a strange folk, Oliver"
Letting out a laugh, "right you are old horse"
"So what do you think this green thing does anyway and why do you think that old hag wants it?"
"Who cares, it's a gem and she's willing to pay for it, pay quite a bit I might add!"
"I don't like stealing Oliver"
"Me neither Barl, but we need the money, and plus the baron had it coming to him, he killed my brother you know." Oliver said through clenched teeth.
"I know, you've told me at least 100 times."
"We're not crooks my good friend Barl, don't fret, we just balance out the world and get paid for doing it. Something bad has to happen to those that do bad things, and we sir, just happen to be those bad somethings that happen to him."
"Ye know you confuse me when you talk like that Oliver."
"I know it does, it gets you to shut your mouth though doesn't it?" Oliver proclaimed with a laugh.
All Barl could say was "I suppose it does" under his breath.


All of that, and all before breakfast! And the day didn't end there for our hero Oliver! Oh no, it had just begun! But like most of the days back then, at the end of the day, Oliver hastily found himself on a late caravan out of the town heading in a random direction, trying to blend in the best he can as they passed the town's guards.

Now some say Oliver DeGallows was once a prince, a prince of a land not too far from here, but if asked, Oliver would laugh the notion off with the flip of his wrist and proclaim that there are no princes! Only men! And men only have men to fellow them as long as the men that follow allow them to be followed! Which of course would confuse Barl if he was around. God rest his soul. (Barl's that is).

The Crimson Shadow's little buddy?

That's Oliver Deburrows.

But yea, pretty much a copy of that character, minus the halfling thing.

Heh... I couldn't find the first book where he says his name numerous times, and flipped through the 2nd book and all I got was Oliver... I'm quite sure you are correct.