Gwendolyn
Child of Odersten
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✦ Gwen isn't very tall for his age, and he's slim, his hair short and blonde, ears pointed, amber eyes set in a round, soft face. His clothes are simple but made of light green silk. Gwen grew up outside of Klewyth, in a small country where his mother and father were the heads of a respected noble family. They doted upon him, leaving him wanting for nothing, but as much as he loved them, he felt like a black sheep among them, as though he didn't truly belong. He was afflicted with strange, fractured memories that he couldn't make sense of—of people who were achingly familiar, though he'd never met them before. And at night, he'd dream of places that he'd never been to, though they felt as real to him as his own room. The only person whom he was genuinely close with was his sister. She was much older than him and didn't spoil him like their parents did, but he adored her and hardly ever left her side. With her, he found that he felt more like himself, instead of an imposter in his own skin, and she'd listen to him and comfort him whenever he needed her to. Then came the day when she was married off to the eldest son of another noble family. Gwen missed her so terribly that, for months, he wrote letters to her. And when she stopped responding to his letters, he became worried—so worried that he begged one of his servants to take him to where she'd gone, to make sure that she was alright. Together, and with his parents' permission, they left the country. He intended to return home, once he'd been assured of his sister's safety—and if she couldn't be convinced to keep him with her—but after an incident on the road, he and his servant were separated, leaving him alone. |