<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><strong>Name:</strong>Pill Cobbwicket<br/><strong>Age:</strong>50<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Gnome<br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Picker/Alchemist<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Age:</strong>Late teens/early twenties<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Bright, greasy red, reaching the midpoint of her neck.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Green<br/><strong>Height and Weight:</strong>2'11, 30 lbs<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Pill is a small, filthy figure on the city streets. Just another starving individual clad in dirty rags in Dalos. But beneath that greasy red hair burns a mind. Those sunken green eyes carry the sheen of intelligence, of a woman who refuses to give into her situation. Though she reeks of the streets, though her ribs show through her skin, though she drags her feet across the cobblestone, Pill presses on. Her hands and lower arms are pockmarked with small burns from both the hot metal and acids she experiments with. Her clothing is poor; articles pulled from the trash or patchwork creations made from other materials. She is always wearing a flat tan tweed cap. Her pockets are stuffed full of junk and debris. She is currently suffering from the early stages of malnutrition.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>Age:</strong>Like a responsible adult between desperate moments.<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Alchemy, puzzles, books, experimentation, rain and thunderstorms<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Hot days, willing ignorance, people who flout their class, radishes<br/><strong>Phobias:</strong>Helplessness, dying slow and painfully<br/><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong>Try to determine their wants and needs and work out a deal. If no deal is possible, ignore them.<br/><strong>I believe that:</strong>Everyone has a responsibility to do the best they can with what they're given. Jealousy or perceptions of injustice are no excuse.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>A good sharp knife, alchemical mixtures, mutagens.<br/><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>... Too many to list. It's mostly inexpensive junk, but everything is valuable if you have a good brain and a plan.<br/><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong>extremely poor.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>Panic and make things explode.<br/><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>I don't think I will make it through the next year.<br/><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>I see happy families.<br/><strong>It hurts when:</strong>My mother glares daggers at my back.<br/><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong>Nothing. My folks and I are street trash. My mother is disabled and I'm trying to support the both of us.<br/><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>I need money, a lot of it, and I'm willing to gamble that there's something expensive out there.