<div class="floatleft">(http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/7807/burnedwomanicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Charred Witch</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Morticia Liddell</span></span><br/><em>- Most Peculiar</em><br/>- 46/46 HP ; AC 18<br/><hr/><br/>"And I thought<em>Gran</em>liked messing with people.  From the sounds of it, this guy's a right proper<em>git</em>."  The burned woman sighed, adjusting her shawl over her shoulders and directing her chair towards the tower.  "Well, if I'm tae take me knocks, may as well be sooner instead of later," Morticia said, grimacing as she forced both herself and the animated seat to push against the wall of force.