Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, comrades and friends

[Spark]

Please, if you would, I am trying to prepare short expositions for each of you tweaked, personalized (imagine The Bag Lady saying, "I'm, I'm gonna putta booger on this one so I remember it's you."), and signed by the author.  So, if you would be so kind,  please email me with, if nothing else, I truly mean that, nothing more than your age.  Any other question you may have, post or pm me.

[Nazurahei]

Is tomorrow too late to send you a background (including, of course, age)?

[Nazurahei]

I'll likely run a tad late because of the Writers Guild meeting. So, here's a basic introduction to my character:

You have seen the scribe Nazurahei around the neighborhood, and you’re aware that her office is adjacent the Old Forge Tavern. In fact, her appearance makes her difficult not to notice. She is imposingly tall, ashen pale and raven-haired. She’s also quiet, with an almost eerily intense demeanor, and usually dressed in black and purple robes. Come to think of it, you’re not sure you’ve seen her in the sunlight before.

Not surprising, given her appearance, the pallid young woman is the subject of a few neighborhood rumors. Some suspect she dabbles in witchcraft — a theory postulated after one busybody spied taxidermy animals and a coffin in her apartment. Others claim they saw her cross the street once to avoid a procession of Lathander worshippers. Yet another swears that, dangling from a leather choker, the scribe wears a death’s head emblem made of stone blacker than midnight.