Gwynnithe Sensbane

[*Knightoftheradish]

Basic Information
Name: Gwynnithe Sensbane
Aliases: Gwyn, Gwynn, Gwynnie, Gwynniepoo, Barmy Salt Weasel
Gender: Female
Race: A feyish girl in the body of a mortal
Age: 21
Profession: Philanthropist, Enchantress
Languages: Common, Sylvan


Physical Information
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120
Body build: Curvaceous with a lean inner frame
Skin type: Pale with a texture a touch like gossamer, part of her feyish nature.
Hair style: Untameable wild red hair.
Scars: Beneath the surface near her heart where she once had a heart attack.
Tattoos: On her right shoulder blade: A thorned rose with a rapier hilt at the bottom of the stem.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Red [b]Eyes:[/b] Seafoam, blueish greenish [b]Skin:[/b] Fair [size=75][u][b]Mental Information[/b][/u][/size] [b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good [b]Philosophy:[/b] She regards all manner of things with the same value she would a dear person from her life, down to the chairs she sits on. She doesn't eat food that she hasn't conjured generally but makes no imposition on others to follow suit. [b]Deity/Beliefs:[/b] Verenestra [u][b]Personality:[/b][/u][ul](examples) [u]Highly Emotional[/u] [i]Everything is a big deal.[/i] [u]Outwardly Kind[/u] [i]She does things for others that she'd never do for herself.[/i] [u]Playful[/u] [i]Uninhibited and fun seeking, she can revel in a good game even if it's as simple as playing make believe with others.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: White Fang, her falchion of great power.
Jewelry: A filigree locket sized mirror which hands around a chain on her neck. Her holy symbol.
Habbits/hobbies: Makes sock puppets, meddles, collects alms for the sad people around town
General Health: She is in poor physical health for a variety of reasons. While outwardly she looks fine enough, internally she knows she's not doing well.
Favorite Drink: She only drinks water, occasionally teas when people are already making for themselves. (Since the leaves are already being used.)
Weaknesses: She has a weak heart both physically and emotionally.

[*Knightoftheradish]

Gwyn opens up a fresh journal and begins writing in it under a secluded tree all the while the others went fishing nearby. The quill tapped the page more than a few times while she thought about what to write.

Dear Journal,
In my recent days I've been learning a lot about those around me. At first when someone showed an interest I thought maybe romance was in the cards for me... and I did know I was once in love. Only today I found out that person was actually a murderer; in disguise? I don't have any of the answers but I'm left feeling betrayed. How could I love someone capable of such things? With my memories gone there was only one who had those answers.

There's the boy who seems to be back and forth about my worth. He measures his scales on what every woman has to offer except me though in truth tries to keep me trapped in a state where we might be together. If he wanted something from me he should just say so instead of offering half truths and non committal answers. I don't trust him... mainly because I've looked deep inside.

There's the girl I kind of liked. She's cute, fun, but all together seems to have no interest in knowing me better. It's not that I had strong feelings towards her, but I pay her due respect for her feelings and know I'm going to be left behind because of it.

My brother is always the first to try and rescue me. Sometimes it's nonsensical but that's what brothers are for. How can he protect me from my own mind? I love him dearly but I wish I could tell him I have problems without them needing to be met head on. I'm needy and selfish but is it really horrible to just want those you love to be a source of peace?

My brother's soon to be wife and I haven't had much of a chance to talk since our meeting but I can tell she's just the sweetest girl ever. I know they're going to be happy, and through them I'll know a piece of that myself.

My sister is my heart and soul for lack of better words. At first in returning I was afraid because I had this woman who adored me and I couldn't repay her the feelings. She gives some meaning to my life in that while the memories were lost the feelings weren't too far away.

There's the necromancer... He means well and I hate myself every day for what I feel. I know he's a good man but at the heart of him there is the tampering with spirits and severing their ties... I don't think anything would ever happen between us because of it. Still... I owe him enough to tell him that in person.

The necromancer's cat... I'm not dating a cat. End of discussion. He's a charming one though.

All this talk of feelings and relationships gets to me but nobody seems to take it to heart that I share no fantastical feelings for anyone. Just because I'm interested doesn't mean... At the heart of this is not understanding what I'm willing to love for...

[*Knightoftheradish]

Dear Journal,

You can really taste the added
RAINBOW
in the pancakes I made for work.

Today I got a complaint from a merchant that my methods were running him out of business. I acted hastily in saying we were doing this for a good reason... but in truth if the local merchants have to suffer for it... what's the use? I'll talk to my partners about this soon; when and if I can find the time to catch my breath. I don't see much business anyway. He must have gotten rather unlucky to find more than one client even to turn away.

I met with Asheea again. I don't think I could describe her more accurately than by saying 'Docile'. She's such a timid being, harmless, and rather sincere. She seems to close out the world around her at times and I wonder if she spends a lot of time thinking. I should tell her how much I value her presence. She has a quiet heart and it's easy for me to bear being near her.

I've been using over possible motives for Neli's attack on Dom... and now an attack on the Sensbane family. I had told Ani that there had to be some reason for this change, or maybe it wasn't a change but he said this didn't suit Neli in the first place.

Part of me really wants to believe that when Jach died it wounded her deeply and that she was being crushed by wondering how he felt about her, truly felt. Maybe to her those feelings were going to be expressed through his will. Someone's heart driving them to act irrationally I could understand. Then maybe once she realized she had done something horrible... Is it possible she's taking her frustration out on the family because she wants to be a part of it? ... only... how could she ever be a part of it now? This is just what I feel happened... but in a world of knowing, feeling holds no weight. Believe your beliefs, doubt your doubts. That's what I wrote on a wall in the Hive Ward when I first came back...