<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/bd/7306997119778851d57826f3411113a1.jpg/494px-7306997119778851d57826f3411113a1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: lucida console;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cosima</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1050635)<br/>LN Android Cleric of Gozreh<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft. &amp; low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Hp:</strong>13/13;<strong>Channel Energy:</strong>3/3 per day<br/><strong>AC</strong>17 (touch 12, flat-footed 15);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+2,<strong>Will</strong>+4<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Androffan, Orc, Gnome<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (65 lbs; light load)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armored Coat<br/>Trident<br/>Buckler</div></div><hr/><br/>Cosima's face was settled into the blank, emotionless state that occupied her features any time she wasn't actively attempting to mimic human emotion.  At the moment, her attention was focused on the tavern, however, so she wasn't trying to feign humanity for the sake of the others in the room.  As she stood off to one side, her head slowly turned to allow her eyes to fully take in the empty tavern, the dim, indirect light briefly casting off a brilliant shine in the wells of her irises.  The metallic gleam only lasted for a split second as her head turned into just the right position, and then it was gone as her head continued to rotate, her eyes sliding up and down in an eerily even pattern.  Her scan of the room complete and the information stored, she turned to face the bar and the three others in her party, canting her head slightly to the left.<br/><br/>Now that her eyes were on them and her attention no longer entirely focused on the in-depth scan of the tavern, she remembered to infuse some life into her face, managing a faint smile that seemed friendly enough in her reasoning, without implying that she was inappropriately pleased, considering their mission had a seventy-five percent likelihood of ending with them hauling back a water-bloated, half-eaten corpse.  Thinking on that, she added a slight furrow to her brow, so that there was the conveyance of concern and anxiousness along with the convivial smile.  A brief assessment of the way the expression felt on her face led to a slight nod as she determined that she was expressing<em>just</em>the right emotional blend for the situation.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: lucida console;"><strong>"Beginning our mission today would be optimal."</strong></span><br/><br/>Her voice was a gentle murmur, but her words chosen a hair too precisely and her words enunciated with a touch too much care, not to mention the odd dullness to her inflection that could never<em>quite</em>replicate true emotion, similar to the defects in her expression.<br/>