One of the last Bath Knights, guardians of the ancient hot springs and charged with the protection of Britain’s physical health. She arrived on our shores years ago, on holiday, and decided to stay on and battle gout in this savage land.
Lady champion of defenestration, a title which Harriet Lycanthrope severely resents, she is Ophelia’s approximate right hand and the League’s most formidable warrior. It is, in fact, rumored that she received early training from none other than the suffragettes, though she has never expressed an opinion on the subject one way or another.
Constructor, tender, and interpreter of the Total Scarf, she lives in the chambers situated above her husband’s old wool shop. The fact that it was sold to a third party at the event of her husband’s death, some ten years previously, has completely failed to impress her as a valid reason to find alternate lodgings, and the present owner possess sufficient instincts of self preservation not to press the point.
Long time partner to Ophelia Himmle in her endless quests to understand the nature of umbralites and the universe in general and the only League member privy to the intimate details of Ophelia’s mysterious “Avatar Project.” Though, this was mostly due to her habit of not muttering an excuse and running for cover whenever the League’s venerable leader appeared with a fist full of notes and a manic gleam in her eyes. It is popularly believed that it was over exposure to Ophelia’s pet project that finally induced her to leave the League and all but vanish from their knowledge.
Self-proclaimed historian and doily enthusiast, she holds the position of acting head of the League. A direct descendant of Lord Couch, she has amassed a great store of umbralitic artifacts in an attempt to unravel their unprofessionally muddled past.
Once a member of the League, he became enamored of artifice and abandoned the principals there of in order to enjoy himself in the vast and vibrant world of crime.
What is known as an intermittent umbralite, she spends most of her time as a harmless, albeit very grouchy, old woman. But at least once a year, on the fateful night of Halloween, the dark power within her breaks through and she takes up her moth-eaten parasol and stalks the streets hunting chocolate (her doctors have strictly forbidden her from touching the stuff). Furthermore, due to the “Uncle Fred Effect,” her impact on the universe during this time is somewhat more pronounced than that of most umbralites. Everything roughly within a quarter-mile radius of her turns inexplicably Gothic.
Often called the Lady of Dust, she is one of the most accomplished haunters of the modern era. Something of an outrider to the League, she keeps to herself and her own errands. She is seen but rarely, most times in people’s attics. In fact, it was recently established that she was the original inspiration for the fabled Decrepit Curtains Spirit. She is also the only umbralite to become universally hated by the demented cleaning ladies, mostly due to her somewhat inconvenient effect on her surroundings.
The greatest hoodlum smiter of the 1960s; in a time when umbralites were beset on all sides by a seemingly never-ending flow of crazed young people, she brought the fear of the venerable decrepit back into many hearts. Even though she was wheelchair-ridden, she set out on a crusade to do battle with the dark alchemy that is the internal combustion engine, and armed with her patio umbrella, became a rolling night terror of the streets. She is, in fact, the original source for the expression, “tilting at drag racers,” which roughly means, “to serve the good of one’s fellow man because it is fun.”
