Eliza Myriad
Ophelia’s apprentice and accomplished toilet-paper-mancer.
Ethmer’s younger brother and self-declared artificer of the league. He faithfully follows the traditions of the great umbrella-slingers of the West, though no one actually knows why. He also sports a close working relationship with Herbert Von Schnapsleheimer, who remains the only person to this day that never needed to ask what steam powered socks were for.
Resident avian enthusiast of the league, he keeps track of all the associated bird affairs, or at least does his best; he has a tendency to become distracted by his own personal projects at the oddest moments.
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.