MERRYBELLE GARDEVOIR, halfling fighter using the Gunslinger archetype. A former Neverwinter mercenary (who started out as the merc company's mascot), she saw her whole company wiped out almost to a man by a demented lich and his army of undead. The father of the girl they were escorting, Duke Leopold of Cormyr, has been determined to finish the job for years. Since then, she's been laying low in the countryside and only went to the city for a funeral. It was there she met Kelem'tar, dragonborn cleric of Kalimvor, and she wound up adventuring with him and three Sune-worshippers, one of whom turned out to be a half-dragon herself. During a delve into the lost mines of Thandallyn, she wound up finding Dragon's Breath, a magically enhanced long rifle of ancient and arcane manufacture. With a crossbow, she was bad enough; with a rifle, she's essentially Tiny Sharpe, especially when combined with her Ghillie Suit of Elvenkind.

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"She's old, she's lame, she's barren too, // "She's not worth feed or hay, // "But I'll give her this," - he blew smoke at me - // "She was something in her day." -- Garnet Rogers, Small Victory

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My 4e campaign has me playing a shardmind barbarian called Geraldine Snodgrass. Characters are best when weird.