<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?1)      </div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Penn Bogues</strong></span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=73849)<br/>Class: Rogue/Fighter<br/>Race: Whisper Gnome<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Born off the deep roads, the Bogues family was among a tribe that thrived in the recesses of the coastal shelf, warding an easy truce with mining goblins and cobalts and taking great care to balance their destructive counterparts' expansion efforts.  When an intrepid, but clumsy, party of adventurers recklessly wiped through a sacred goblin temple in their insipid search for gold and magic, the aftermath was all-out war with the goblins who, in the adventurer's wake, sought reinforcements from the surface.  The whisper gnome's heroes were busily trying to reassert a truce while their defenders applied complex defenses-- but it was a strange alliance between the goblins and a Duergar enclave that drove the Penn family, and the rest of their tribe, to the edge of extinction.  <br/>Penn and a few others managed to escape the last fall of their warrens, where the gray dwarves and goblins fell in relentless waves but still broke the gnomes' defenses.  Making their way to the surface, the remaining whisper gnomes tried valiantly to group new forces, but failed.  Only a child at the time, Penn watched her fellows as their company disbanded, piece by piece, after finding newer homes deep in the stone.  She had lost her faith in them, though, and broke off on her own to find a new path.<br/>After a few intrepid adventures with like - minded adventurers, she has formed an attachment to a sociable and daring factotum named Sera, who she follows and aids like a cat in the shadows. Loyal to a fault, she has killed for his aid and shows no compunction about doing so again. <br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Very tall for a gnome, Penn stands 4'1, with a fiercely beautiful body woven of taut muscle and sumptuous curves.  Her eyes are fiercer still-- off-putting to all but the bravest or most forgiving, for she seems to regard everyone above ground with naked contempt in her stone-gray eyes. The faint, faded scars of a short, but violent, life mar her dusky-tan complexion like coldness mars the beauty of her face.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Personality</div><div class="spoiler_body">She seems unnaturally still, unreactive to all but the most obvious social queues and outright requests. Despite her social fetters, Penn is fanatically loyal to her allies-- between her harsh glares and whispered curses, she can be open and accepting in an almost unnervingly tender way...  She listens so well, never responding except, in rare circumstances, that when she does offer a verbal response she reveals hours, or months, of careful consideration.  She is ghost-like and silent to the point that everyone, without exception, has experienced the unnerving sensation of being certain they were alone only to find Penn present, often in the most unexpected or private of moments.</div></div>