Finally finished… (there’s more than just their refs and biographies — Krennic’s is written by my pookie baby creative genius of a bestie @chitacithepeace — but I’m keeping it at that here!)
Ceridwen Gawain is my Crimson Desert OC (Created in May‘26)
She is part of a fanfiction I am writing that basically revolves around the life of Aldrin Grace after he escaped Glenbright Manor. I am mainly posting art and lore on my insta.
Read more about her under the cut -
“It takes a long time for a soul to heal. But it is possible. Do not give up on them so easily.”– Ceridwen Gawain
Ceridwen Gawain is a healer living in the secluded village of Sunset Valley in Hernand, a place known for offering refuge to the sick, broken, and outcast.
Before her birth, her wounded mother - a mysterious woman - dragged herself into the village seeking shelter. She died only a few hours after giving birth to Ceridwen, leaving the child behind in the care of the village’s first healer. He raised Ceridwen as his own daughter and taught her the art of healing from an early age. Under his guidance, Ceridwen quickly became skilled in herbal medicine and the treatment of illness. Together with the other healers, she devoted her life to caring for the suffering people who found sanctuary within Sunset Valley. As Ceridwen grew older, her abilities as a healer became almost legendary throughout the valley. She managed to heal illnesses and injuries that many believed hopeless, leading some villagers to quietly whisper that something unnatural lingered within her gifts. Rumors spread that Ceridwen practiced witchcraft and used magic to aid her remedies - though no one was ever able to truly prove it.
At the age of twelve, during one of her daily searches for herbs in the fields, Ceridwen discovered a blood-covered and deeply traumatized masked boy hiding among the reeds. He later revealed himself to be Aldrin Grace, the bastard son of Count Grace, who had fled after his own family attempted to have him killed due to his leprosy. Despite the fear and skepticism of the villagers, Ceridwen convinced the elders to let Aldrin remain in Sunset Valley. What began as compassion slowly became something far deeper.
Ceridwen stayed by Aldrin’s side through the years that followed, tending to his wounds, easing the trauma left behind by years of abuse and isolation, and showing him a kindness he had never known before. Aldrin, who had grown up believing himself monstrous and unworthy of love, slowly began to heal in her presence. For the first time in his life, someone looked at him without fear or disgust. Their bond deepened quietly and naturally over the years until it became impossible to separate one from the other. Aldrin grew fiercely devoted to Ceridwen, seeing her as the center of his life and the person who had given him back hope itself. And Ceridwen found in Aldrin a gentleness and loyalty untouched by the cruelty of the world around them.
Together, they built a simple but happy life within Sunset Valley. They gathered herbs at dawn, cared for the sick side by side, listened to old legends by the fireplace at night, and found peace in one another’s presence. Though many of the elders and healers never fully accepted Aldrin as part of the village, Ceridwen never once wavered in her love for him. Eventually, the two married despite the skepticism surrounding them.
But Aldrin’s past never truly released its hold on them. The cruelty of House Grace eventually reached Sunset Valley.
When Count Grace discovered that his son was still alive, he sent men to hunt him down. Ceridwen was later captured and dragged before the Count after refusing to reveal Aldrin’s whereabouts. Despite being brutally tortured for days, she refused to betray him, having sworn long ago that she would never allow Aldrin to suffer such horrors again. Enraged by her silence, the Count ordered her execution. Her body was hung within the reedwind fields like a grotesque scarecrow - left there as both punishment and warning.
When Aldrin found her there, something inside him finally shattered beyond repair. With Ceridwen’s death, the last remnants of his hope and belief in goodness died as well. The unbearable grief of losing the life they had dreamed of together consumed him entirely, dragging him into a deep depression. Though he continued to exist for a time, Aldrin was never truly the same again. Though consumed by thoughts of revenge and desperate to slaughter the Count, his father, and every person responsible for their suffering, he never lived long enough to fulfill it.
Only one year later, weakened by both his illness and the crushing weight of his sorrow, he died a lonely and agonizing death - filled with bitterness, rage, and hatred for the life that had been stolen from him.
The Witch of Life
Unknown even to herself, Ceridwen is one of the ancient Witches of Pywel—the Witch of Life and Healing.
Unlike the other witches, whose purpose is to preserve the natural balance of the world from afar, Ceridwen has always found herself drawn to humanity. Rather than remaining a distant guardian, she chose to walk among mortals, healing their wounds, easing their suffering, and interfering with countless fates that perhaps should have been left untouched.
Many of the other witches regard her with quiet skepticism because of this. They believe she has grown far too attached to the earthly world, allowing compassion to cloud the impartiality expected of one of their own. To them, death and suffering are as much a part of nature as life itself, and repeatedly altering that balance is a dangerous path to follow.
But Ceridwen could never bring herself to simply watch people suffer.
Over countless years spent living among humans, she gradually forgot almost everything about who she truly was. Her memories of the Witches of Pywel faded into fragments—little more than distant dreams she could never quite recall upon waking. Only one thing remained: an extraordinary gift for healing unlike anything any ordinary healer could accomplish.
Though Ceridwen herself believes her abilities are simply the result of knowledge and experience, traces of ancient magic still flow through every remedy she prepares and every wound she touches. It is this unseen power that allows her to accomplish what others consider impossible, giving rise to the rumors that she must be a witch.
Ironically, the whispers are true. She simply no longer quite remembers that they are.
The Lady from the Field myth
Among the oldest and most dreaded tales whispered throughout Sunset Valley is that of the Lady from the Field - a restless apparition said to wander the reeds and barren farmlands surrounding the ruined estate of House Grace.
The legend claims she was once a young woman of uncommon beauty who lived within the valley many years ago. Her fate became forever entwined with that of the Count’s bastard son, a man who had fled his father’s cruelty and vanished into the wilderness. The Count, consumed by hatred and fear of the boy’s return, ordered his men to hunt him down and kill him. When word reached the Count that the young woman had aided the runaway heir, she was seized and dragged before him. It is said she was tortured mercilessly for days, her screams echoing across the fields, as the Count demanded she reveal the whereabouts of his son. Yet despite the agony inflicted upon her, she spoke not a single word.
Enraged by her silence, the Count ordered her execution. Her body was hanged upon the fields like a scarecrow - left for the crows and the wind, a warning to any who would stand against House Grace. But death did not end her story.
Years later, after the Count’s son himself perished beneath terrible circumstances, another horror emerged from the reeds. The young heir, now said to be possessed by the ancient Reed Devil, returned to the valley as something no longer wholly human. And according to the old tales, it was while searching for his lost beloved that the Lady returned as well. Now she is spoken of as a spirit of grief and wrath, haunting the fields where her blood was spilled. Some believe she had been carrying a child at the time of her death, making her vengeance all the more terrible. Farmers claim to see her standing motionless among the reeds during storm-heavy nights, draped in a long ghostly veil that conceals her ruined face.
The veil is said to cover eyes that no longer exist. For the Lady wept so long and so bitterly that her eyes rotted away, leaving only hollow darkness from which blood flows endlessly like tears. Those who glimpse her are warned never to follow her deeper into the fields. For where the Lady walks, the Reed Devil is never far behind.
Relationship with Aldrin
To Ceridwen, Aldrin was never the monster the world tried to make him believe he was. From the very beginning, she saw something deeply human within him - a frightened, wounded soul buried beneath years of suffering, loneliness, and cruelty. While others recoiled from his illness or feared the consequences of sheltering him, Ceridwen looked at Aldrin with compassion instead of disgust. She saw not only his pain, but also the gentleness and sensitivity hidden beneath it.
And slowly, without even realizing it at first, Aldrin became one of the most important parts of her life. What drew Ceridwen toward him was not merely pity or the desire to help someone in need. It was the quiet tenderness within him despite everything he had endured. Aldrin had every reason to become cruel, bitter, or hateful toward the world, and yet he remained deeply soft with her. Attentive. Patient. Loving in the smallest ways imaginable. He listened to her when others dismissed her. He admired the things she created and the person she was, even while the village whispered fearful rumors about her supposed witchcraft. Around Aldrin, Ceridwen never felt strange or unwanted. For perhaps the first time herself, she felt fully understood.
Their connection grew naturally through countless quiet moments together. Gathering herbs side by side at dawn. Sitting near the cliffs in silence while the wind moved through the reeds. Listening to old stories beside the fireplace late into the night. Aldrin crafting little charms and totems for her with careful hands simply because he knew they made her smile. To Ceridwen, loving Aldrin never felt difficult or frightening. It felt inevitable.
She became very protective of him, knowing the horrors he had survived and the wounds his family had carved deep into his soul. More than anything, Ceridwen wanted Aldrin to experience the life he had always been denied - peace, kindness, safety, and love. She wanted him to understand that he deserved to exist without shame. And over time, Aldrin became her safe place as much as she became his.
Though many villagers still viewed him with fear or suspicion, Ceridwen never doubted him for a single moment. The opinions of others mattered little compared to the quiet happiness they found within one another. With Aldrin, she could imagine a future - a simple home, peaceful days, shared laughter, and growing old beside the person she loved most. To Ceridwen, Aldrin was far more than the wounded boy she once found among the reeds. He became her closest companion, her greatest love, and the soul forever intertwined with her own. Even death itself could not truly separate them.
Posting a bunch of my Crimson Desert art (illus of Aldrin and Ceridwen for my story hehe) on here again and run off again 🙂↕️🌾 somehow this app ain‘t for me lol
Most of my art is over on my insta @vogelfreyh.arts if you want to know more about this story
Some random lore no one asked for: She commands — and prefers to command — KX-units! She’s not one for ordering people around, so the security droids offer her more peace of mind. Her family has a history with their production, which is a factor.
Another commission I did for the amazing @exewing! Look at that y’all… two years have passed since the first commission I did of them and I’m so happy to see both my growth and theirs. (And to have revealed I love drawing furries a LOT, which is funny since I don’t even have a fursona… or an official one at least!)
“Hey Cal? Y’think you could engineer it into my baton…?”
While this isn’t a major piece of trivia, it does remain relevant to Tobruk and Orson’s story; What once served as Director Orson Krennic’s paperweight would become the very thing that protected Tobruk during her time in the Empire and beyond — a kyber crystal.
Once used by the long gone Jedi to power their legendary lightsabers, kyber crystals became a crucial component of Project Stardust, mainly to power the Death Star’s planet-killing laser… and with Orson being responsible for overseeing said project, of course he’d have one in his possession — or one lying around, really… but of what use could such a small crystal be to him besides, again, a paperweight? The man had no clue until not long after he and Tobruk got together, thinking it’d make a beautiful token of his love for her to have…
It took Tobruk looking into lightsabers and the Death Star’s use for the crystals to figure out that, perhaps, her kyber crystal could serve as something more than just a token… something that could power her stun baton, just like it did the lightsabers... something that could provide a stronger sense of safety within the shark tank that was the Imperial High Command, far more than her baton already did. So putting his engineering degree to good use, Orson — with the help of an oddly willing Galen Erso, whom Tobruk had befriended during her trips to Eadu in Grand Moff Tarkin’s stead… much to the Director’s chagrin — managed to design and build a smaller version of a lightsaber mechanism into her baton to house the crystal he’d gifted her.
Now I know this isn’t art, but I got accepted into my country of residence’s branch of the 501st yesterday! Tobruk (my Imperial OC) was created shortly after I got a shitty uniform off of Vinted back in early 2023, and now, three years later, Tobruk makes a grand return and my love for her pushed me to get a tailored uniform and gave me to courage to finally sign up with the 501st!
I’m still so full of glee and I’m looking forward to what my time in the 501st will bring me!
(Not relevant, but seeing as I’m talking about irl stuff, here’s a/my bonus Director Krennic ita bag! It’s still a work in progress and the pom-poms are a pain in the butt, but I finally have a place to put my merch of him!)
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