“Call me "Elf" one more time and you shall soon discover why I am called Lady Death.”
Name
Gwilwîlethien Legon Dîneien.
Nickname
By those who are incapable of speaking her native tongue, she is known as Lady Gwen. Those who are capable of pronouncing it call her by Lady [of] Legon. Due to the astonishingly high amount of people who die in her forest by her doings, she is also known as Lady Death. Casually, she is addressed by her friends as Gwen.
Age
Twenty. Or so she says. She is in fact nearly three hundred years old. [241]
Sexuality
She is quite heterosexual, planning to eventually bear children. Eventually.
Species
She is a Nymph, born of Nature. Literally. Though she is often confused for an Elf by untrained eyes.
Occupation
Gwilwîlethien is a famed Druid and the creator and ruler of Legon Forest, though she makes no coin from it. The coin that she does make comes from being a gypsy, though that's more of a lifestyle than an occupation. So, I suppose her occupation could be an entertainer. She goes into towns and dances and sings and does tricks for coin.
Likes
| Rain | Sweets | Wine | Nature | Illusions | Magic | Children | Gypsies | Tribute | Music | Singing | Dancing | Hunting | Sparring | Running | Legon Forest | Cooking | Being depended on | Talent | Training others | Being the best at what she does | Riding | Fishing | Relaxing | Loyalty | Druids | Fairies | Pixies | Being a Nymph | Healing | Her boys | Elves |
Dislikes
| Churches of mankind | Religious laws of mankind/God | Hunting for sport | Those who take from her forest without giving thanks | Those who abuse animals | Betrayal | Being lied to | Liver | Abusive parents | Cyrodil | Those who persecute gypsies | Seeing others in pain | Being doubted | Being called an Elf |
Hobbies
| Sparring | Singing | Dancing | Wandering through nature | Fletching arrows | Cooking | Hunting | Meditating | Running |
Fears
| Anuptaphobia | Soteriophobia | Taphephobia |
Gwilwîlethien Legon Dîneien.
Nickname
By those who are incapable of speaking her native tongue, she is known as Lady Gwen. Those who are capable of pronouncing it call her by Lady [of] Legon. Due to the astonishingly high amount of people who die in her forest by her doings, she is also known as Lady Death. Casually, she is addressed by her friends as Gwen.
Age
Twenty. Or so she says. She is in fact nearly three hundred years old. [241]
Sexuality
She is quite heterosexual, planning to eventually bear children. Eventually.
Species
She is a Nymph, born of Nature. Literally. Though she is often confused for an Elf by untrained eyes.
Occupation
Gwilwîlethien is a famed Druid and the creator and ruler of Legon Forest, though she makes no coin from it. The coin that she does make comes from being a gypsy, though that's more of a lifestyle than an occupation. So, I suppose her occupation could be an entertainer. She goes into towns and dances and sings and does tricks for coin.
Likes
| Rain | Sweets | Wine | Nature | Illusions | Magic | Children | Gypsies | Tribute | Music | Singing | Dancing | Hunting | Sparring | Running | Legon Forest | Cooking | Being depended on | Talent | Training others | Being the best at what she does | Riding | Fishing | Relaxing | Loyalty | Druids | Fairies | Pixies | Being a Nymph | Healing | Her boys | Elves |
Dislikes
| Churches of mankind | Religious laws of mankind/God | Hunting for sport | Those who take from her forest without giving thanks | Those who abuse animals | Betrayal | Being lied to | Liver | Abusive parents | Cyrodil | Those who persecute gypsies | Seeing others in pain | Being doubted | Being called an Elf |
Hobbies
| Sparring | Singing | Dancing | Wandering through nature | Fletching arrows | Cooking | Hunting | Meditating | Running |
Fears
| Anuptaphobia | Soteriophobia | Taphephobia |
Skills and Abilities
Combat Expertise - No human can surpass her agility, flexibility, or stamina. She's as lithe and deadly in combat as any other despite her delicate appearance. She is the best marksman in all of Thralreth, none with better aim than she. While she prefers to kill from a distance, she is just as deadly up close. As a Druid, she has an in depth knowledge of the various uses of natural poisons as well as venoms and sedatives. She is quite stealthy and has the inborn ability to blend in with nature and travel through plants as well as draw from nature to heal others. She is also rather adept at reading and manipulating people to believing what she wants them to, especially men.
Nymph - It isn't magic, rather inborn abilities. While wizards and witches and other practitioners of magic must learn spells to commune with nature, she does not. She can commune with animals and plants as well as influence the growth and health of both plants and animals. She can form ponds and a variety of plants from the earth around her - Though she can also produce plants from her body. One of her most notable abilities is to transform into plants and travel through them as well as become a swirling mass of petals. She can also heal others by drawing on nature. She has enhanced senses, longevity, reflexes, agility, and endurance.
Survivalist - She is quite in tune with nature and has no trouble adapting to her surroundings. It's also a plus that she can communicate with animals effectively, manipulate the health and growth of plants, and spontaneously grow plants from her body or soil. She knows what's good to eat and what is dangerous and quickly makes note of the layout of the land she finds herself in. She's also rather adept at climbing - Whether its a tree, a stone wall, or a mountain, she knows how to find foot and handholds. She can travel through the trees swiftly, jumping and swinging from branches and vines with the skill of a squirrel.
Domestic Prowess - Outside of work, she is quite the singer and is master of the violin and pan flute. It isn't odd to find her serenading herself or anyone who'll listen. Dancing is one of her strongest skills, so much that she incorporates it in her fighting style to taunt her foes. Cooking is another skill she picked up over her time upon the earth and she enjoys it very much whether it's over an open fire or a brick oven.
Weaknesses
Swordsmanship. For the life of her she cannot master swords in any form. She also has a form of the sugar sickness, requiring her to eat a lot of sweets or fruit every day. She cannot travel far unless she has packed enough candies and small cakes to sustain her sickness. Going too long without sugar in her system puts her into a catatonic state. While Nymphs are immune to the sicknesses and diseases of others, they are susceptible to magical sicknesses. Just as the plants and animals around her respond to her emotions and health, her body responds to the health of the earth around her. The sicker the earth is, the weaker and more depressed she gets.
Equipment
Cunés - Her mighty tiger companion for nearly a century. She is the size of an adult horse.
Weapons - She likes variety and convenience. Always with her is her recurve, carved from a black yew and strung with a single hair from the mane of a unicorn. The bow itself is easily recognized as hers from the black wood it is carved of and the shimmering green and white symbols carved into the body of it. She also possesses a crossbow that is rather plain in nature, though it is riddled with runic carvings as well. Last but not least are her pointy things. A hunting knife and six throwing knives all specially made for her. Of course there's also her quiver and pouch with arrows and bolts.
Clothes - She is never without her cloak. She has only one outfit of cloth, meant for winter. She fashions her other clothes from leaves, vines, and petals. She does not often wear boots unless she is in an area of snow.
Flaws
Long ago she gave up her ability to heal herself through nature's will so that she can heal greater illnesses and injuries in others. She's also incapable of healing from burns as quickly as others, taking weeks for it to fully heal even with the aid of medicines. She suffers from blind rage, becoming nigh unstoppable once she's on a war path for personal reasons no matter how detrimental it is to her, often having to be securely restrained. And once restrained, she is prone to self-destructive behavior such as scratching and biting herself. This is rare for her but does her a lot of damage.
Combat Expertise - No human can surpass her agility, flexibility, or stamina. She's as lithe and deadly in combat as any other despite her delicate appearance. She is the best marksman in all of Thralreth, none with better aim than she. While she prefers to kill from a distance, she is just as deadly up close. As a Druid, she has an in depth knowledge of the various uses of natural poisons as well as venoms and sedatives. She is quite stealthy and has the inborn ability to blend in with nature and travel through plants as well as draw from nature to heal others. She is also rather adept at reading and manipulating people to believing what she wants them to, especially men.
Nymph - It isn't magic, rather inborn abilities. While wizards and witches and other practitioners of magic must learn spells to commune with nature, she does not. She can commune with animals and plants as well as influence the growth and health of both plants and animals. She can form ponds and a variety of plants from the earth around her - Though she can also produce plants from her body. One of her most notable abilities is to transform into plants and travel through them as well as become a swirling mass of petals. She can also heal others by drawing on nature. She has enhanced senses, longevity, reflexes, agility, and endurance.
Survivalist - She is quite in tune with nature and has no trouble adapting to her surroundings. It's also a plus that she can communicate with animals effectively, manipulate the health and growth of plants, and spontaneously grow plants from her body or soil. She knows what's good to eat and what is dangerous and quickly makes note of the layout of the land she finds herself in. She's also rather adept at climbing - Whether its a tree, a stone wall, or a mountain, she knows how to find foot and handholds. She can travel through the trees swiftly, jumping and swinging from branches and vines with the skill of a squirrel.
Domestic Prowess - Outside of work, she is quite the singer and is master of the violin and pan flute. It isn't odd to find her serenading herself or anyone who'll listen. Dancing is one of her strongest skills, so much that she incorporates it in her fighting style to taunt her foes. Cooking is another skill she picked up over her time upon the earth and she enjoys it very much whether it's over an open fire or a brick oven.
Weaknesses
Swordsmanship. For the life of her she cannot master swords in any form. She also has a form of the sugar sickness, requiring her to eat a lot of sweets or fruit every day. She cannot travel far unless she has packed enough candies and small cakes to sustain her sickness. Going too long without sugar in her system puts her into a catatonic state. While Nymphs are immune to the sicknesses and diseases of others, they are susceptible to magical sicknesses. Just as the plants and animals around her respond to her emotions and health, her body responds to the health of the earth around her. The sicker the earth is, the weaker and more depressed she gets.
Equipment
Cunés - Her mighty tiger companion for nearly a century. She is the size of an adult horse.
Weapons - She likes variety and convenience. Always with her is her recurve, carved from a black yew and strung with a single hair from the mane of a unicorn. The bow itself is easily recognized as hers from the black wood it is carved of and the shimmering green and white symbols carved into the body of it. She also possesses a crossbow that is rather plain in nature, though it is riddled with runic carvings as well. Last but not least are her pointy things. A hunting knife and six throwing knives all specially made for her. Of course there's also her quiver and pouch with arrows and bolts.
Clothes - She is never without her cloak. She has only one outfit of cloth, meant for winter. She fashions her other clothes from leaves, vines, and petals. She does not often wear boots unless she is in an area of snow.
Flaws
Long ago she gave up her ability to heal herself through nature's will so that she can heal greater illnesses and injuries in others. She's also incapable of healing from burns as quickly as others, taking weeks for it to fully heal even with the aid of medicines. She suffers from blind rage, becoming nigh unstoppable once she's on a war path for personal reasons no matter how detrimental it is to her, often having to be securely restrained. And once restrained, she is prone to self-destructive behavior such as scratching and biting herself. This is rare for her but does her a lot of damage.
Personality
{ Kind, Protective, Vindictive, Understanding, Fierce, Loyal, Spirited, Responsible }
For as long as she has lived, she has remained as constant as the cycle of life. She is a very sweet and thoughtful person who doesn't give much of an aggressive vibe when first looked upon. She's seen by many as a mother figure, having helped to raise so many of the people that she calls her friends/family now. If there is one thing that could never do, it is turn away a child. It could be considered a weakness of hers. Helping people is something that she's never been able to not do. She loved [WIP]
History
Let me tell you the story of the Spirit of Legon Forest.
Legon Forest was not always a forest. In fact it was once a desert, home to many gypsies that were unwelcome in many of the towns and cities outside of the desert, persecuted by the church of Mankind and its devout followers. In the very center of this desert was a tall tree unlike any other. The bark was as white as fresh fallen snow with swirls of peach and strawberry here and there, and smoother than a pebble from the bottom of a river, and it bloomed with leaves as black as Cyrodil's scales and flowers as green as the grass in Vura's Glade. This tree provided strange sweet pink fruits that bled with shimmering silver juices and every ax that was swung upon it would break, as would every blade that was driven into it. Within this camp was a young gypsy woman, leader of the Court of the Sun, Thralreth's gypsy society, named so for their desert home. Gilrin prayed for many years to have a child, unable to have her own. She was not barren nor was she unattractive. She just had high standards and no man seemed to meet them. It is said that Gwilwîlethien was born of her prayers one night as they celebrated.
It was a cold spring night when the air suddenly became warm and a soft breeze began to blow as the gypsies held their celebration at the base of the tree, ushering in the spring equinox. The air was filled with a hushed childlike laughter that bounced on the wind and seemed to come from everywhere yet nowhere, harmonizing with the various sounds of a trickling stream, birds chirping, leaves blowing in the wind, and wolves howling. The tree began to glow and tremble as the sand became soil and all around them grass sprung up with flowers and bushes and trees and vines. Rocks formed alongside areas of ground that began to sink in some places and rise in others and animals seemed to come from nowhere. It was a rare sight to behold, but all eyes were soon on the tree as a pond formed around its base, leaving the tree on a small island. Suddenly, the tree seemed to come alive as petals and leaves fell, stopping short of the ground and swirling around the tree. The very bark and wood seemed to come alive with a small, smiling figure. The tree began to shift and shrink, soon taking the form of a smiling child.
The female child looked very much like the tree; Her hair was as long as the tree was tall, blacker than oil, and smoother than silk. With her ruby red lips, mossy and bright eyes, pale complexion, and willowy frame, she looked like a large porcelain doll clothed in the leaves of the tree and crowned with its flowers and small chains of silver. She looked innocent and fragile, wiggling her pointed ears as she spoke. “I am Gwilwîlethien Legon Dîneien.” She seemed to glow like a star as she stepped over the small pond and into the grass, curling her little toes before giggling again. With her laughter did rain fall for the first time in centuries in that desert. Or what was once a desert.
Gilrin took the Nymph under her wing and raised the enchanting child as her daughter. She was a fast learner and the forest was named after her some short time later. Her mother soon received requests from the King and Queen of Thralreth for her to bring Gwen to them so that they might see her for themselves. Nymphs were a rarity and it was impressive that a desert became a bountiful forest in a single night at the birth of but a child from a tree. Gwen enjoyed getting entertaining royalty with the Court of the Sun, performing dances and singing. She would travel with her mother sometimes to the cities and villages to get nice things while the others would build their homes within the forest.
Gwen spent her time dancing and singing as well as competing in competitions testing marksmanship, taking to ranged combat like a fish to water. Her mother taught her to fight as well, though Gwen didn't know why. She was young and naïve and told her mother that she couldn't hunt an elk with her fists. That would be just plain strange! It was then that Gilrin told her daughter the dangerous forces that worked against the gypsies of Thralreth. Many of the Gypsies were practitioners of magic; usually of illusion and small fire manipulation. Others worshiped various deities. Others were just plain petty thieves and criminals who stole from the rich and greedy. And the women? They were quite known for their tempting dances and seductive clothing.
Most of Mankind just put up with other races that inhabited their Kingdoms. They weren't gypsies. Gypsies were heathens that Mankind just couldn't fully accept. For the religious humans, gypsies were a threat to their immortal souls. For other humans, gypsies were just reckless and foolish people who did nothing to contribute to society. Gwen asked why she wasn't treated badly when they went to towns. Gilrin told her that she was special. But Gwen began to pay attention to the way other gypsies were treated and a deep sense of distrust grew within her. She could never trust humans. Not fully. They had to earn it. Her hatred was furthered when men from a church in Grul came into the forest and began to attack the gypsies in the name of their god. They lost, but Gwen lost too. She lost her mother and many friends. The teenager grew angry and for many months, anyone who went into the forest did not come out. The King sought her out to see what was the matter, his people angry with him for doing nothing. He had sent guards to fetch her at first. But they were carried back into Ingotstone in the mouths of giant wolves. Dead. And so he went on his own to her.
She told him of what happened to her people and he immediately apologized for not knowing. In an attempt to make amends, he created a law that protected gypsies from such attacks. Anyone who attacked a gypsy unprovoked was to be thrown into the dungeons with other criminals. And while this pleased her, it only furthered her distrust for humans and she stopped interacting with them for the most part. She took over Gilrin's position as the Gypsy Queen, leading the Court of Legon. As time went on, many creatures and people began to migrate and move into her forest. At first she wasn't sure how to react – Should she kill them, make them leave, or let them be? She let them stay. Druids were welcomed into her forest with open arms along with gypsies. When Elves began to migrate to her forest after their own had been ravaged by Cyrodil, she welcomed them to rebuild their home within her trees.
In nearly three hundred years, she made plenty of friends. She watched as they came and went, helping to raise many of the people she knows now. She learned many things and passed on everything that she could to everyone who needed someone to teach them. She enjoyed being needed, as it gave her purpose in her long life. The gypsies were still looked down upon by many humans, but the attacks lessened and the number of people who tried to get to them through the forest dwindled. As time went on, she still retained a friendship with Thralreth's royal family. She was actually very close with the current queen and was heartbroken to hear about what had happened to her. When the King called on her to join her son and others on the quest to bring her back, she asked four of her close friends to join her.
Other
♦Flowers reflecting the current season often bloom in her hair.
♦She is queen of Thralreth's gypsies.
♦Her eyes are green and her hair extends to her waist.
♦She raised Herne, Aeron, and Bellona.
♦Naturally immune to natural poisons and venoms.
♦She is capable of basic illusions.
Relationships
♦Prince Adonis - She's known the Prince since he was but a child and was present when he was born. As he grew into a young man, she saw that many people began to look down upon him and compare him to his elder brother. Nobody really tried to stop and help him. Even if he would not be King, he would still have power in the land as the Prince. She felt a bit bad for him and would sit with him whenever she went to the palace. She wasn't afraid to smack him when he did something wrong and often paid more attention to him than his parents did, who seemed to be constantly absorbed with Septimus. She has a love/hate relationship with him and he's almost like a brother or a son to her. She cares for him and only wishes he would do better. She doesn't baby or pacify him though and says nothing when he gets put in his place so long as it is justified.
♦Bellona - She views Bellona as sort of a daughter after having spent quite a bit of time raising her. She doesn't approve of how the King treated her when she was a child nor of the way people who know what she is treats her now. She is fiercely protective of the young woman that she helped raise and has shown that she will kill someone for her safety. She is extremely proud of her for her strength and achievements. She always looks forward to when Bellona will get away from the castle to come spend time with Gwen in the forest.
♦Herne – She found Herne wandering the dangerous Wilds when he was a child and took him back to the safety of Legon Forest. It took a few weeks to earn his trust but he soon enough let her take him in. She taught him everything that she knew and did her best to raise him, though it was a bit difficult at times due to his stand-offish nature. She knew that he didn't really see her as a mother, but it was enough that he appreciated all that she did for him. Like with Bellona and Aeron, she is fiercely protective of him though she knows he's capable of handling his ownself. She doesn't dote on him as she often does Aeron, mostly because she knows he doesn't very much like it. Often times, she more treats him like a best friend rather than a son.
♦Callon -
♦Aeron - [TBA]
♦Alaine - [TBA]
♦Cassandra - [TBA]
♦Dwarf - [TBA]
♦O'Malley - [TBA]
{ Kind, Protective, Vindictive, Understanding, Fierce, Loyal, Spirited, Responsible }
For as long as she has lived, she has remained as constant as the cycle of life. She is a very sweet and thoughtful person who doesn't give much of an aggressive vibe when first looked upon. She's seen by many as a mother figure, having helped to raise so many of the people that she calls her friends/family now. If there is one thing that could never do, it is turn away a child. It could be considered a weakness of hers. Helping people is something that she's never been able to not do. She loved [WIP]
History
Let me tell you the story of the Spirit of Legon Forest.
Legon Forest was not always a forest. In fact it was once a desert, home to many gypsies that were unwelcome in many of the towns and cities outside of the desert, persecuted by the church of Mankind and its devout followers. In the very center of this desert was a tall tree unlike any other. The bark was as white as fresh fallen snow with swirls of peach and strawberry here and there, and smoother than a pebble from the bottom of a river, and it bloomed with leaves as black as Cyrodil's scales and flowers as green as the grass in Vura's Glade. This tree provided strange sweet pink fruits that bled with shimmering silver juices and every ax that was swung upon it would break, as would every blade that was driven into it. Within this camp was a young gypsy woman, leader of the Court of the Sun, Thralreth's gypsy society, named so for their desert home. Gilrin prayed for many years to have a child, unable to have her own. She was not barren nor was she unattractive. She just had high standards and no man seemed to meet them. It is said that Gwilwîlethien was born of her prayers one night as they celebrated.
It was a cold spring night when the air suddenly became warm and a soft breeze began to blow as the gypsies held their celebration at the base of the tree, ushering in the spring equinox. The air was filled with a hushed childlike laughter that bounced on the wind and seemed to come from everywhere yet nowhere, harmonizing with the various sounds of a trickling stream, birds chirping, leaves blowing in the wind, and wolves howling. The tree began to glow and tremble as the sand became soil and all around them grass sprung up with flowers and bushes and trees and vines. Rocks formed alongside areas of ground that began to sink in some places and rise in others and animals seemed to come from nowhere. It was a rare sight to behold, but all eyes were soon on the tree as a pond formed around its base, leaving the tree on a small island. Suddenly, the tree seemed to come alive as petals and leaves fell, stopping short of the ground and swirling around the tree. The very bark and wood seemed to come alive with a small, smiling figure. The tree began to shift and shrink, soon taking the form of a smiling child.
The female child looked very much like the tree; Her hair was as long as the tree was tall, blacker than oil, and smoother than silk. With her ruby red lips, mossy and bright eyes, pale complexion, and willowy frame, she looked like a large porcelain doll clothed in the leaves of the tree and crowned with its flowers and small chains of silver. She looked innocent and fragile, wiggling her pointed ears as she spoke. “I am Gwilwîlethien Legon Dîneien.” She seemed to glow like a star as she stepped over the small pond and into the grass, curling her little toes before giggling again. With her laughter did rain fall for the first time in centuries in that desert. Or what was once a desert.
Gilrin took the Nymph under her wing and raised the enchanting child as her daughter. She was a fast learner and the forest was named after her some short time later. Her mother soon received requests from the King and Queen of Thralreth for her to bring Gwen to them so that they might see her for themselves. Nymphs were a rarity and it was impressive that a desert became a bountiful forest in a single night at the birth of but a child from a tree. Gwen enjoyed getting entertaining royalty with the Court of the Sun, performing dances and singing. She would travel with her mother sometimes to the cities and villages to get nice things while the others would build their homes within the forest.
Gwen spent her time dancing and singing as well as competing in competitions testing marksmanship, taking to ranged combat like a fish to water. Her mother taught her to fight as well, though Gwen didn't know why. She was young and naïve and told her mother that she couldn't hunt an elk with her fists. That would be just plain strange! It was then that Gilrin told her daughter the dangerous forces that worked against the gypsies of Thralreth. Many of the Gypsies were practitioners of magic; usually of illusion and small fire manipulation. Others worshiped various deities. Others were just plain petty thieves and criminals who stole from the rich and greedy. And the women? They were quite known for their tempting dances and seductive clothing.
Most of Mankind just put up with other races that inhabited their Kingdoms. They weren't gypsies. Gypsies were heathens that Mankind just couldn't fully accept. For the religious humans, gypsies were a threat to their immortal souls. For other humans, gypsies were just reckless and foolish people who did nothing to contribute to society. Gwen asked why she wasn't treated badly when they went to towns. Gilrin told her that she was special. But Gwen began to pay attention to the way other gypsies were treated and a deep sense of distrust grew within her. She could never trust humans. Not fully. They had to earn it. Her hatred was furthered when men from a church in Grul came into the forest and began to attack the gypsies in the name of their god. They lost, but Gwen lost too. She lost her mother and many friends. The teenager grew angry and for many months, anyone who went into the forest did not come out. The King sought her out to see what was the matter, his people angry with him for doing nothing. He had sent guards to fetch her at first. But they were carried back into Ingotstone in the mouths of giant wolves. Dead. And so he went on his own to her.
She told him of what happened to her people and he immediately apologized for not knowing. In an attempt to make amends, he created a law that protected gypsies from such attacks. Anyone who attacked a gypsy unprovoked was to be thrown into the dungeons with other criminals. And while this pleased her, it only furthered her distrust for humans and she stopped interacting with them for the most part. She took over Gilrin's position as the Gypsy Queen, leading the Court of Legon. As time went on, many creatures and people began to migrate and move into her forest. At first she wasn't sure how to react – Should she kill them, make them leave, or let them be? She let them stay. Druids were welcomed into her forest with open arms along with gypsies. When Elves began to migrate to her forest after their own had been ravaged by Cyrodil, she welcomed them to rebuild their home within her trees.
In nearly three hundred years, she made plenty of friends. She watched as they came and went, helping to raise many of the people she knows now. She learned many things and passed on everything that she could to everyone who needed someone to teach them. She enjoyed being needed, as it gave her purpose in her long life. The gypsies were still looked down upon by many humans, but the attacks lessened and the number of people who tried to get to them through the forest dwindled. As time went on, she still retained a friendship with Thralreth's royal family. She was actually very close with the current queen and was heartbroken to hear about what had happened to her. When the King called on her to join her son and others on the quest to bring her back, she asked four of her close friends to join her.
Other
♦Flowers reflecting the current season often bloom in her hair.
♦She is queen of Thralreth's gypsies.
♦Her eyes are green and her hair extends to her waist.
♦She raised Herne, Aeron, and Bellona.
♦Naturally immune to natural poisons and venoms.
♦She is capable of basic illusions.
Relationships
♦Prince Adonis - She's known the Prince since he was but a child and was present when he was born. As he grew into a young man, she saw that many people began to look down upon him and compare him to his elder brother. Nobody really tried to stop and help him. Even if he would not be King, he would still have power in the land as the Prince. She felt a bit bad for him and would sit with him whenever she went to the palace. She wasn't afraid to smack him when he did something wrong and often paid more attention to him than his parents did, who seemed to be constantly absorbed with Septimus. She has a love/hate relationship with him and he's almost like a brother or a son to her. She cares for him and only wishes he would do better. She doesn't baby or pacify him though and says nothing when he gets put in his place so long as it is justified.
♦Bellona - She views Bellona as sort of a daughter after having spent quite a bit of time raising her. She doesn't approve of how the King treated her when she was a child nor of the way people who know what she is treats her now. She is fiercely protective of the young woman that she helped raise and has shown that she will kill someone for her safety. She is extremely proud of her for her strength and achievements. She always looks forward to when Bellona will get away from the castle to come spend time with Gwen in the forest.
♦Herne – She found Herne wandering the dangerous Wilds when he was a child and took him back to the safety of Legon Forest. It took a few weeks to earn his trust but he soon enough let her take him in. She taught him everything that she knew and did her best to raise him, though it was a bit difficult at times due to his stand-offish nature. She knew that he didn't really see her as a mother, but it was enough that he appreciated all that she did for him. Like with Bellona and Aeron, she is fiercely protective of him though she knows he's capable of handling his ownself. She doesn't dote on him as she often does Aeron, mostly because she knows he doesn't very much like it. Often times, she more treats him like a best friend rather than a son.
♦Callon -
♦Aeron - [TBA]
♦Alaine - [TBA]
♦Cassandra - [TBA]
♦Dwarf - [TBA]
♦O'Malley - [TBA]
