Perseyus is a small, wrinkled old woman. Her hands are often clenched into fists and are terribly scarred. She stands at just three feet tall, short for a human, but not a gnome.
Persyeus was maimed in an attack by a creature of the night in her homeland of Valachan.. She doesn’t talk about the event, but holds a grudge against the lord land, Baron Urik von Kharkov and his enforcer, the elf Lady Adeline.
A doer of good, and a charitable woman at heart, Persyeus is still a dour, spiteful old woman who doesn’t trust anyone under 30 to be able to fight the creatures of the night.