Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 16 Birthday: 3rd of winter 501 Av Birthplace: Sunberth Appearance: Hwyn if described quickly is a 4 feet and 10 inch tall underfed child. Though that's merely a start to it. Hwyn at a glance is certainly feminine, his eyes are large lips fairly full and a button nose completes the set. His musculature is light and wiry due to years of running through alleys with little to eat. Hwyn's Hair is long hanging down to past his shoulders, beyond that it's rarely combed and less often washed. Dirty blond in color his hair is primarily straight with a small amount of waviness to it. His eyebrows and eyelashes share the same light color and usually the same dirtiness as well. eyes :
Hwyn's Eyes are a light bluish green, no stranger to tears or sleep deprivation it's no uncommon to catch a dark ring under Hwyn's large pale eyes. Beyond that Hwyn's eyes are restless constantly looking for a threat, something, someone who might be out to hurt him.
However post his initiation into Pathfinding a ruby and pink corona now sprouts from his eyes. Scars :
Hwyn's whole torso sports many scars from his life of abuse in Sunberth. Marks from razors whips and other such devices used to put a theif in their place in the city of criminals, though the worst of the scars were inflicted by his own mother.
Character Concept Hwyn is very much an example of what lack of love and compassion can turn someone into. Their are very few things Hwyn cares about if they don't pertain to his survival, and their is nothing he loves. Why should their be, after all he's never owned much to begin with. Hwyn doesn't like money for the most part considering it the root of all the problems in his life and by an extension Hwyn bears a grudge against the rich who hoard money unnecessarily while they watch those who have little rot away in alleys and ghettos. If Hwyn was to name an item important to him it was the Violin that he had learned to play while in the custody of the self proclaimed countess of sunberth. Character History Hwyn, is a child of Sunberth through and through, Born to a rather homely women of a jealous disposition and a father who's name Hwyn would likely never know Hwyn grew up impoverished and unloved. Not that this was so unusual in the city. But that was merely the beginning of Hwyn's long list of woes. As Hwyn matured it became obvious that he was something more likely to be called beautiful than someone to be called handsome. As Hwyn's appearance quickly began to outstrip his own mothers her cold indifference became something akin to an envious rage. She would not have her child rise to anything more than she had ever achieved as a prostitute and thief. Hwyn blissfully unaware of the plots developing in his mothers heart continued to live fairly well until his ninth year when Hwyn came home to find a particularly rich looking woman in his house conversing with his mother. When Hwyn came in both Women turned to look at Hwyn and the rich woman smiled and nodded before handing a rather heavy looking coin purse to Hwyn's mother. Mild plot elaboration :
The next thing Hwyn knew he was grabbed from either side by two large men while the woman approached him. [color=#400040]"Hwyn my dear, from now on you will be my daughter, so you'll be coming home with me." With that Hwyn was marched into the gated community and into the house of one of the richer men in the community. Dragged into a large bathroom Hwyn was stripped down and brought to bear before the woman of the house who looked him over with perhaps one of the most terrifying gazes Hwyn had ever been fixed with. "Hmm, that thing between your legs makes it a little difficult for you to be my daughter doesn't it." Stepping up to Hwyn who was still being held in place the woman placed one hand on Hwyn's chin and forced him to meet her harsh gaze. Her other hand moving to grip the offending anatomy with an iron grip. "But, I'm sure you can learn to be a good daughter anyways... Right?" The Question was punctuated with a particularly painful squeeze. Crying out Hwyn agreed to behave for the woman. Smiling at his agreement the woman had Hwyn tossed into a bath and painfully scrubbed from head to toe for the next several hours. Needless to say that was the last time Hwyn wore pants as he found himself trapped in suffocating corsets and airy dresses. but as time moved on the woman's eccentricities became increasingly crueler whenever Hwyn failed to meet the expectations she had laid out for him. A missed not began to mean a single lash of the whip, failure to remember to call the woman mother, five lashes. As such Hwyn's captivity within the large house became more hell like than the ghettos that lay outside the city.
Escape came in the form of a servant who began to pity Hwyn Leaving the door to Hwyn's room unlocked and a bag of all the things Hwyn would need to get far away from the city. Fleeing hadn't been easy, at least he had been guaranteed food each day and a roof over his head. But if he didn't leave he didn't know how much more his body could take before it broke. Catching a caravan Hwyn managed to pay for transport to the city of Syliras, a place where heroes walked the street and people could live safely. If that was the truth then Hwyn wanted to be their, Hwyn wanted to find a safe haven from the world. Hwyn's identity and psychology :
Hwyn has a very confused self identity, the treatments and diet he was fed while in captivity had left his body testosterone deficient and small. Beyond that he was raised to be a "perfect daghter," As such Hwyn has a hard time identifying himself as a man but at the same time knows that their is something very wrong with himself. So as far as gender specific statements go Hwyn for the time being is more likely to refer to himself as female than male, though scenarios will certainly reflect how Hwyn manages a situation
fears :
Hwyn has developed many fears in his life and is in fact quite afraid of many things.
Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing Brought on by his bathing experiences in the mansion that were grueling and unpleasant every time. Not some much afraid of rinsing his face as he is afraid of soap and large bathing areas. Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself. Contrary to what one might believe Hwyn hates being alone or being locked in a room, something that happened to Hwyn more times than he would have ever wanted in his life. Mastigophobia- Fear of punishment Hhyn is terrified at the thought of being called out and punished for something again. Secret :
I intend for Hwyn to become a squire but want to do it Icly so I won't be adding that to his history just yet.
Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: None yet Poor Language: None yet Skills
Lores Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Dress -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Heirloom: A simple Violin, One of the only things Hwyn brought with him when he fled sunberth. Housing Location: Where in Mizahar are you living? Syliras House: Syliras apartment Nitrozean Manor, Slave residence Ledger
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