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Rest your tired eyes on Quincey Honeymead; a hobbit who was born into a charmed life as the first born son of a highly regarded mead making family of lesser nobilityHe is unusually nimble and quick on his feet and has some aptitude for the college of Earth Magics.  Upon reaching adolescence, Quincey blossomed into one of the most beautiful halflings that his homeland had ever seen, and much to the horror of his parents, he began to understand just how much power could be gained from his good looksInstead of studying about the family mead business, Quincey decided to specialise in sexual misconduct, and it didn't take long until numerous, mysteriously blonde halfling youths started to pop up, or out, as the saying goes.  Mr. Thaddius Honeymead acted quickly and with the best reasoning he could; he sent his son Quincey away, "on family business" in the hopes that this sudden plague might blow over.  Quincey was furious but he did realise that he had put his family and his own safety in jeopardy.  He started to make friends in very dark corners of the kingdom and dedicated himself to learning the vile skills of the assassin.  Once he felt that his talents were up to the task, Quincey snuck back to Finger Bottom and proceeded to methodically remove each of his unwanted offspring from this plane of existence.  After the last babe was put to rest, Quincey left his hometown again and decided to start a new life where he would no longer be a victim of his own perfection.
Rest your tired eyes on the beautiful sight of Quincey Honeymead of Finger Bottom and be glad that the gods have given you the ability to see at all.  But for all of the pleasure that you gain from gazing upon this Halfling, you know at once that there is more to Quincey than meets the eye. 
 
Quincey was born into a charmed life as the first son of a highly regarded mead making family.  He was raised in a pastoral land of milk and honey and was expected to take over the family production, trade, and fortuneBut fate had other plans for young Quincey.  It is well known that he grew up to be fiendishly beautiful, as well as quick, and nimble on his feet: even for a Halfling.  Upon reaching adolescence, Quincey blossomed into one of the most beautiful Halflings that his homeland had ever seen, and much to the horror of his parents, he began to understand just how much power could be gained from this rare set of talents.
 
Quincey took full advantage of his gifts, and of most people that crossed his increasingly crooked pathGrowing ever more bored with his family’s legacy, Quincey embraced the Great Nocturnal.  He became a frequenter of the inns and pubs which dotted the lands around his family estate.  He learned much while he was out there on his own, in the night, with the people of the night.  He learned how to sneak, hide, and manipulate, and he also discovered that he had an insatiably lecherous hunger.  He did not learn how to cover his tracks though, and it nearly spelt his end on several occasions.  But that is a story for another day.
 
He had no idea what trouble could arise from what seemed like innocent fun, but it didn't take long until numerous, mysteriously blonde Halfling babes started to pop up, or out, as the saying goes.  His father, Mr. Thaddius Honeymead acted quickly and with the best reasoning he could; he sent his son Quincey away, "on family business" in the hopes that this sudden plague might blow over.  Quincey was furious but he did realise that he had put his family and his own safety in jeopardy.  He conceded to leave and endeavoured to join the Guild of Seagate, where he hoped that his ill deeds might somehow be redeemed.

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Rest your tired eyes on the beautiful sight of Quincey Honeymead of Finger Bottom and be glad that the gods have given you the ability to see at all. But for all of the pleasure that you gain from gazing upon this Halfling, you know at once that there is more to Quincey than meets the eye.

Quincey was born into a charmed life as the first son of a highly regarded mead making family. He was raised in a pastoral land of milk and honey and was expected to take over the family production, trade, and fortune. But fate had other plans for young Quincey. It is well known that he grew up to be fiendishly beautiful, as well as quick, and nimble on his feet: even for a Halfling. Upon reaching adolescence, Quincey blossomed into one of the most beautiful Halflings that his homeland had ever seen, and much to the horror of his parents, he began to understand just how much power could be gained from this rare set of talents.

Quincey took full advantage of his gifts, and of most people that crossed his increasingly crooked path. Growing ever more bored with his family’s legacy, Quincey embraced the Great Nocturnal. He became a frequenter of the inns and pubs which dotted the lands around his family estate. He learned much while he was out there on his own, in the night, with the people of the night. He learned how to sneak, hide, and manipulate, and he also discovered that he had an insatiably lecherous hunger. He did not learn how to cover his tracks though, and it nearly spelt his end on several occasions. But that is a story for another day.

He had no idea what trouble could arise from what seemed like innocent fun, but it didn't take long until numerous, mysteriously blonde Halfling babes started to pop up, or out, as the saying goes. His father, Mr. Thaddius Honeymead acted quickly and with the best reasoning he could; he sent his son Quincey away, "on family business" in the hopes that this sudden plague might blow over. Quincey was furious but he did realise that he had put his family and his own safety in jeopardy. He conceded to leave and endeavoured to join the Guild of Seagate, where he hoped that his ill deeds might somehow be redeemed.