Darting past the very tavern he was in search for, Gwynne's amber eyes scanned through the bustling city. Huffing loudly in annoyance, he checked his map once more. "Is this not where the tavern is supposed to be? who the hell even created this map?" Looking towards the north, he took an...
Scanning his eyes over to Charis, Gwynne let out a chuckle. "Aye, die we might , but a death out there is more acceptable than a death spent rotting in our own damn filth." Taking a step toward her, Gwynne gave a playful smile. "Which do you prefer, lass? I can assure you that everyone here has...
Name: Gwynne
Titles: The Black Bird
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Races: Aasimar
Sexual-orientation: Bi-Sexual
Appearance: A darkish tan skin tone, Amber colored Eyes, Black hair, a singular earring on his left ear and piercings on his left brow
Bio: Born through divine ritual, Gwynne came into...
"What happens then, dear king? What happens when that precious magic you hold so close to you burns out and all you're left with is nothing but the sounds of your people shrieking as their families are cut down one by one? The crown becomes far too weighted then, aye?"- Gwynne The Black Bird...
Alriiiiiiiight ladies and gentlemen, boys, girls, and people of a-Wait, this isn't the circus is it? No, of course not, what was I thinking? I am very new to this site and a bit unsure if I'm actually doing this right. My name is Gwynne (Hi Gwynne, I imagine everyone saying in my head.) I do...