[hider=Gwynn]
Name: Gwynn 

Race: Human...maybe a little more, or less

Sex: Male

Age: 50

Class/Job: Wizard/Twilight adventurer/Firework Sellsman

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Biography: Gwynn was raised as a ward, a sort of magical intern. Through years of studying he gained the baseline of magical knowledge, a foundation that would support his leap into the world beyond. Sometime in his early twenties he joined up with a group of young adventurers who he would travel with for the next two decades. The party did many glorious things in their time, always deflecting attention from themselves and giving glory to someone who could do good. Through this method they stayed anonymous to all but the most inquisitive beings, good or bad. 

It was one of these bad beings that caused the death of every member of Gwynn's party, a mutual kill as the entities plans were foiled as they all fell. This final encounter left Gwynn alone, scarred, and more powerful than he had ever wished to be. A price paid that he wishes could be undone. 

Possessions:
-Magically enhanced Cloth Armor, blocks the elements and some magic. 
-Tome of Spells, a large, leather-bound book holding every spell Gwynn has ever learned...bigger on the inside
-Melancholy, a simple necklace with five rings trapped in its grasp
-Cain, a metal walking stick covered in runes, can change into a staff at will
-Able, Gwynn's familiar, an eagle
-Smite, a one-and-a-half-hand sword with a long history
-Pipe and Tobacco pouch, a long, wooden pipe that is nearly as old as Gwynn is

Demeanor: A serious man who has begun to feel his age, Gwynn has been touched by glory and tragedy in equal measures. This has left him in a tough spot emotionally, always expecting the best in people but always ready for the dagger. In the end Gwynn is a tired old man carrying a heavy burden, having learned to coup with it but never able to let it slip away completely.[/hider]