Gwyneth

## The Basics

* Height: 2 ft, 3 with hat.
* Weight: 15lbs, 3 lbs of that is assorted candies
* Date of Birth: Late in the evening on the 21st of Gantul. The holiday Milk of the mother is also this day,
* Current Location: Amber Creek
* Education: Homeschool

## Physical Appearance

* Eye Colour: Pale Blue
* Hair Colour: White, with a little soft gray in places
* Build: There might still be some baby fluff on Gwyneth
* Distinguishing features: Wide eyes, and she is very proud of her perfect pink toe beans.
* Preferred Outfit: Her blue ribbony dress and her Witch hat. The inside of the hat has a little web in it that Edgar re spins every night.
* Accessories: Edgar, and um things.
* Level of Grooming: She likes her beans clean.
* Distinguishing “tics”: She bounces in place when waiting.
* Mannerisms: How, Why, When, Where. Questions and bluntness she got from her grandmother.
* Walking Style: Walking on legs made for walking on all fours makes her a little slow, and make it seem as though she waddles.

## Speech and Communication

* Talk Speed: Quick
* Style of Speech: Childish
* Accent: Wail
* Posture: Loose shoulders and a little stalkerish when told to be quiet.
* Do they Gesture?:A lot., it doesn’t always make sense.
* How much eye contact that they like to make?: Gwyneth will stare into your soul.
* Preferred Curse Word: She is not allowed to Curse, but fuck is pretty good. Ashewan likes that one.
* Personal Moto: What’s under this, What’s behind that?
* Speech Impediments: None
* Distinguishing Speech “tics”: None
* What's their laugh like?: maniacal
* Describe their Smile: A smirk, a dangerously curious filled smirk
* How emotive are they?:  Loudly

## Attire and Items

* Gwyneth’s adventuring attire consists of her large witch hat and her poofy ribbon dress. All in varying shades of blue. Edgar can be found one her hat most of the time. She does not wear shoes. She also wears a fancy fur lined cloak when adventuring in the cold.

* Gwyneth's common attire when running the shop she can be seen in a robin egg blue dress with poofy sleeves. She also has a lacy collar, and a white apron.

* Gwyneth's Needle of Timely Stitching  belongs to her grandmother Edna. She doesn’t use it very it often and forget it’s tucked into the band of her hat.

## Backstory

I am Gwyneth. This is Edgar \*Points at little dancing spider\* and that is Edna, they are my familiars. Why do I have two? I think it’s because I have a very special relationship with the magic that summons familiars. I was one once. I still remember a little from that time.

How long did I call her master before I called her grandmother? It’s hard to remember. The hazy vision of walking her threw her first spells, or was she walking me through mine?  When Grandma was young and her hair dark. She wore my hat then. I even remember the day she met Grandpa. I can’t see the memory, but I remember the pain Grandma felt when she lost her children. How she couldn’t bear to lose another. She wanted a child to replace one lost many years ago. Little Gwyn had not been long for the world, barely making her first footsteps before the fever took her from Edna and her husband Edgar. There had been another babe, a name whispered, but she too was not long for the world.

Many years passed. Until she wanted someone, to nurture, to teach her gift too.There was a spell I was warning her not to do. It would not give her the solution she was seeking. I interfered and that has given me the shape I hold now.

She lost a familiar that day and gained a “granddaughter.”

I am Gwyneth now, I don’t remember the name I had before. Given to me in fey wilds before I was set out to be a guiding hand to a young mage. Which is my true name? Have I forgotten my true name?

I suppose Edna’s spell worked in some way. She taught me to walk, dressed me and let me have sweets before dinner. It was odd being so childlike. It changed me or well I had little control over the new personality growing inside me. I had never been a child, to be loved in that way was different from how Edna cared for me before.

Soon I called her grandma, the first words were awkward from such a toothy mouth. I had spoken aloud, not telepathically like it had always been. I was truly something different now.

I was learning my letters the day Grandma brought Ashewan to us. He was grumpy, so I mocked him. He threw me in a bin. We had ups and downs, but he was my brother in my eyes after that. I only had Edgar then. My little spider. The Familiar of a familiar.

For a few years it was us. Grandma, Grandpa, Ashewan and me. Family. Grandpa was injured, and we faded for a while before he finally passed. We all missed him dearly. Grandma was never quite the same after.

Three for a year or so. Until Grandmother fell ill with some horrible fever. Ashewan left you with me. I slept curled next to her crying every night. I did not want her to go. Some ache in me told me I was supposed to go with her. An instinct from what I once was.

It was the middle of the night, the peak of her fever, the frames on the wall shook, and the room grew so uncomfortably hot. Moving in the shadows I saw me. Grandpa? It was him, but not him. The candles lost the will to burn and it was dark. All but the ember light spilled from the ashy shadows of chest and mouth. A hand, Grandma, she took my arm and I felt it grasp hard enough to bruise me, along with the shock of so much magic flooding into my system. Her breath grew ragged and she was struggling. I reached for her but she left me and threw me. I hit the other side of the room thud against the wall.

The shadow of Grandpa coiled around her in a smoky hazy, it felt like a quake. The house shook and energy buzzed as that dim ember in that creature grew brighter with Grandma’s last breath, like a bright flash of sunlight it burned hot, the air in my lungs was hot. Finally the light turned white as she took on last straggling breath. It was gone, but I couldn’t. I was crying and screaming. Shaky so badly I couldn’t form words.

Ashewan carried me running from our little cottage in the forest on the edge of Redbloom. A few days later Edna came to me. She laid over me like I was an owl chick. She preened my fur. I love Edna, with her I will always have an Edgar and Edna to look over me.

## The Past

* Hometown: Redbloom
* Type of Childhood: Shelter, but taught well.
* Type of Education: Ongoing
* Dream as a Child?: To be an amazing witch like Grandma
* Role Models growing up: Grandma
* Greatest Regret: being to scared to save Grandma’s soul the night she dies
* Hobbies growing up: Growing herbs
* Favourite place to be as a child: laying in a nice sunny spot.
* Earliest Memory: Seeing a young witch Edna, with dark hair and her pretty blue hat.
* Saddest Memory: Losing everything
* Happiest Memory: Being a child to Edna
* Clearest Memory: The day Edna the owl came to her.
* What are their skeletons in the closet?: Just Edgar’s past meals.
* If they could change one thing from their past, what would it be? Made Edgar stay home the day of his magic injury.
* Why?: Losing Grandpa made everything so hard on Grandma
* Describe the major turning points in childhood: Being turned from Familiar into the Gwyneth she is today.

* What advice would they give to their younger self?: Still pretty young.
* List their Criminal Activities: Why would I do that?

## Relationships

### Family

#### Grandmother

* Name: Edna Gardet
* Race: Human?
* Age: ??
* Occupation: Merchant/Herbalist/Healer
* History with Gwyneth: She loved little Gwyneth like she was her own birth child. She was strict, but she would always give her little sweets before dinner.

#### Grandfather

* Name:Edgar Gardet
* Race: Human
* Age: Old as dirt.
* Occupation: Merchant/Herbalist/Teacher
* History with Gwyenth: Edgar loved Gwyneth, though he scolded Edna the day he came home from Crismon College. What had she sacrificed to make the child into what she now was? He still sang to Gwyneth, in a raspy voice until she slept at night. Taught her how to use the first cattrips. Taught her how to read and the basic of humanoid life.

### Adoptive Family

#### Brother

* Name: Ashewan Norvegicus
* Race: Ratfolk
* Age: 23
* Occupation: Merchant and Warlock
* History with Gwyneth: Ashewan is the closest thing to family Gwyneth has in the world. At first they didn’t get on but over time they grew closer. He became family and eventually her guardian. Gwyneth gives him a hard time and plays pranks on him all the time to keep him grumpy and smiling.

### Friends

Friends are a new thing for Gwyneth. Her and ashewan are finally staying in one place long enough for her to form those bonda.

* Arnica: Chaos attract Chaos. Arnica is different, but in some way she feels familiar to Gwyneth in a way all fey magic does. Gwyneth has sort of adopted Arnica as an older sibling now. There is nothing Arnica can do to change this.
* Ellie: Big sister energy, but tried to bath me in a horse trough.
* Odovir: Oddie is a great and big hero, he gets knocked down and gets back up. Like a little wooden toy she had once.

## Trivia

She prefers Silvervine to Catnip.

She collects small things from every adventure to take home to show Ashewan.

She calls all the pads on her toes beans.

Often teaches Ashewan’s Familiar Dusty little pranks.

She doesn’t like fish.

Her favorite song is a lullaby Grandpa Edgar used to sing to her.

She sleeps curled up like any normal cat would.

One of her whiskers is black instead of white.

Her favorite sweets are strawberry meringues

She doesn’t actually have fleas, Edgar does a good job keeping them in check.