<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/0a/f0/0c0af03a03645cb9edb6f70dc5d634fe.gif)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Peaches Fizzwhimsy<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Pixie, Fairy-type<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>Armor:</strong>-<strong>XP:</strong>2/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Glowing, candle-bright<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:   8(-1)  Constitution: 12  Dexterity: 15(+1)<br/>Intelligence:  13 (+1) Wisdom:   9     Charisma: 16 (+2)<br/><br/>Feel free to list other important character stats here as well, even your full character sheet if you feel it'd be convenient for you</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Peaches had been a little huffy after the vampire affair... because Blackcrest hadn't even considered her to be his champion! Oh, she didn't<em>want</em>to be, and she thought it was simply and truly delightful that the bit-breasted bitch and the undead monstrosity were in love... but it was more that he hadn't even considered it. she was strong!<em>ish</em>. She was capable.<em>Somewhat</em>. She had only died<em>three</em>times; to be fair, even Carmilla had her beat on that score but she was<em>trying, damn it!</em><br/><br/>But it was a night out, and Peaches was feeling a bit heavier than she liked, what with<em>all of this gold</em>! So inconvenient! She flew up to the ceiling of the casino, fizzz-zz-wizzing about and seeing the sights from a bird's eye view (hopefully there were not any actual birds up here, peaches wasn't in the mood for a fight.)<br/><br/><em>There's</em>what she wanted! Peaches zipped down, leaving a glittering trail behind her, and used the bar as a landing strip, scooting a few steps as her momentum carried her forward along the polished wood. "Victualer!" she called in a suddenly cheerful voice to the bartender. "A glass of brandy and a single fried potato wedge or something, if you please!" And she just... stood there on the bar, a little winged lady the size of a decent mug of beer, in her flimsy little spiderweb-and-petal dress.