Name: Gwyndolin, daughter of the Keeper of Kiln
Age: Inestimable. She reached the zenith of her power in an age where most presently-living human beings were yet unborn.
Species: Divine; a being who obtained great power from the First Flame. Due to her intrinsic link to this fire, she possesses a radiant soul which grants her incredible aptitude in Illusory magic.
Religious Beliefs: “Is this truly the extent of divinity?”
Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath
Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience /Justice
Primary Goals in Life: Slay the Lord of Cinders.
Languages Known: Lordran High and Lordran Common tongues.
Secrets: Multitudes that will never see the (illusory) light of day.
Quirks: Adjusting her crown constantly. Attending an audience with it even slightly askew would be unthinkable to her. Thumbing her chin and lightly biting on her fingers when in deep thought. Fastidiously sorting her personal articles.
Savvies: Needlwork of any kind; she can mend both cloth and flesh with equal skill and deftness. Her extremely keen and intelligent mind make her a master at juggling logistics and manipulating gullible human beings. Superb knowledge of medicinal craft and herblore complement her proficiency with healing miracles. She also possesses an unusual affinity for the culinary arts, but this is a skill she has neglected for the vast majority of her existence.
Height: Pretty tall, especially atop those serpents.
Scars/Birthmarks: Calloused fingertips; the result of too many hours in the archery range as a youthful Divine.
Abilities/Powers: Proficient in nearly every type of spell projection that has been created and studied by the practitioners of the soul arts. Possesses a remarkable affinity for lunar magic, with nearly unmatched capabilities in the field of illusion and image projection, to the extent that she can create a facsimile sun accurate enough to fool most denizens of Lordran. An excellent bowman, capable of firing arrows at high speeds faster than most human beings.
Restrictions: Mobility is fairly limited, thanks to her serpentine appendages. Relies on illusions and teleportation magic to escape/outmaneuver her foes. Although her strength still far eclipses that of most humans, she is still particularly frail for one of the Divines, and will crumble under sustained powerful physical attacks.
Favourite Pizza Topping: Modern AU Gwynie enjoys chorizo and silverbeet.
Favourite Color: Satin White, Sky Blue, Gold
Favourite Music Genre: Anything that is played by a masterful harpist.
Favourite Book Genre: Human history chronicles. Watching them repeat the same cycles of violence and tenuous peace is rather humorous to Gwyndolin. It makes it quite clear that they still require the stern influence of her kind.
Favourite Movie Genre: Documentaries and chick flicks. (The latter she watches with friends, criticizing the horrid dialogue while inwardly gushing at all the romantic bits. She’s still one at heart… even if her outward appearance suggests otherwise!)
Favourite Season: Summer. The sun is at its zenith, and the city of Anor Londo gleams brightest during these months.
Favourite Butt Type: Smackable.
Favourite Swear Word: She isn’t that uncouth.
Favourite Scent: Incense.
Righting the discord of the universal opus is what's given my people purpose when, by all rights, we as a race sure would have collapsed in upon ourselves. It is in such moments that species find their greatness, or settle back into the muck that spawned them. For myself, I have purpose of only to correct one particular stray note in the symphony run amok. Win or lose, this battle already is my victory, my triumph. It is now fate which decides whether I am there to celebrate that fact, or not.
— Farseer Taldeer, Dawn of War
Sings In the Tub: Yes. But only if she’s absolutely certain she’s alone.
Likes Bad Puns: She won’t outwardly voice any disdain, though she will begin to question your intellect.
Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil
Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Baby fat / Pudgy / Obese / Other.
Favourite Food: Divines have little need for food, but if she were to indulge in something, it’d almost certainly be a vegetable dish of some kind. Something egregiously leafy.
“Boss” Theme Music: Her own theme.
Their Opinion on The Mun: “She vanishes for weeks on end, leaving mineself without a conduit for mine speech. What am I to do then?”
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