Name: Sir Arwyn Glyn-Dŵr
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Age: 20
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Gender: Male
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Appearance: Arwyn has a rather... feminine appearance, he is short for a man, with a slim frame, one might even be forgiven for suggesting that he has a fine and delicate frame, though in Arwyn's presence such remarks will not be welcomed or forgiven, with his pale porcelain skin and fair brunette hair Arwyn has something of a complex when it comes to people mentioning his... femininity.
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Noble virtue: Truth - 'Truth is the state of being in accordance with fact or reality. It is sincerity in action, character, and utterance. Having the quality of being free from pretense, deceit, or hypocrisy. Being honest to one’s self and to others. One who is without truth can never be trusted.'
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Knight Archetype: Footknight - Arwyn fights on foot, with shield and sword.
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Equipment:
Splint Mail, old and worn, but well maintained.
Damascus Steel longsword, this is his prize possession and he guards it carefully.
War dagger
Hatchet
Flint and Steel
Steel Kettle Helmet
Heater Shield, instead of Heraldry his shield is marked with the Cross of Christ, to show he fights not for his house but for the Glory of God and Camelot.
Pack horse
A personal bible.
Golden Cross of Christ, carried in a pocket over the heart.
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Vows:
Sir Arwyn has vowed that he will tell no lie and see no lie committed. He seeks Truth in everything he does.
He has sworn that he will not return home until he has redeemed himself.
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Background/Upbringing:
Sir Arwyn comes from a minor noble house, barely maintaining position and status, their house historically being of a somewhat uncomfortable closeness to the old religion and the Welsh. He is their shining hope of redemption, at a young age his talent for swordsmanship was discovered and the family spent what little they could to have the best tutors... they could afford, come to train him in the sword and in the word of God. Years of hard work and the encouragement and expectations of his family have turned him into a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, or so he hopes, he is somewhat untested and the weight of expectation lies heavy on his shoulders.
Alas all is not so peachy as even this, for Arwyn has also suffered such tragedy, his younger sister, playful and wild he did catch sneaking off into the woods to play and frollick and whatever a young girl does in the woods... with soft words and a quick smile she did convince him not to tell mother nor father and so when asked, 'where is your sister' he lied, come next morning with no sign of the wild girl he did set out into that forest and he did find her body, cold and dead. In penance, what little it is worth, Arwyn made his vow, the folly of lies shall pass his tongue no more. Perhaps, redemption awaits in the retaking of Camelot.
Arwyn made quite a stir in the duelling community, mistaken for a dreaming hopeful he quickly made a name for himself as someone to be reckoned with, markedly winning the Damascus steel longsword and Golden Cross of Christ he carries to this day, but the duelling circle is not a battlefield and Arwyn still has much to prove.