A party-hardy newt and local rave DJ, Gretchen- er, uh, the Pot Newt, as she prefers to be called, dropped out of college in favor of a more 'free' lifestyle. She found a home in an upturned pot on the back of a snail, and has lived and thrown parties there ever since.

After a pyromancer took her right eye for use in a potion, Pot waltzed her 6" ass up to his tower in the dead of night and stole his eye right back. Replacing it where her own used to be, she discovered a growing aptitude for pyromancy in herself, as the eye binds to her. However, this eye appears to have a bit of a mind of its own, and her sanity has grown all the worse sense...

She enjoys breakdancing, eavesdropping, mixing new party drugs, making LPs out of your most secret moments, and facing things head-on and without a plan.