Name: GwenthyfarAppearance: Gwen is usually seen wearing a long ebony hooded cape concealing half of her face, which is badly scarred. One can see the beauty she had, but because she was scarred in a fire she keeps half her face hidden; sometimes even parting her hair to one side to conceal them. On her hands are tattooed ancient runic symbols. Around her forehead she wears a black leather band with a pentagram symbol in the center. Her eyes are steel grey and somewhat penetrating; often looking almost transparent when she is angered. Her hair is raven black, long and straight down to her waist. Beneath her long black cape she conceals her sword; which she only uses when necessary.
Race: Human/Sorceress
Status: From Glenraven
Capabilities: Gwen was gifted with the "Sight" and can see and foretell events before they actually occur. She was taken in by a Mage as a small child and once her gift became strong, she remained as his "soothsayer". Gwen is also gifted with sorcery, and weaves and casts her magic.
Many citizens of Glenraven have heard of the Gwenthyfar and refer to her as an 'old crone'. This became the tale because a young boy once saw her face when he wandered into her domain. Seeing her scars frightened him and believed her to be an ugly old witch.
Some have dreaded to journey far beyond the area where her domain is, which is the darkest corners of Glenraven in the Shadowlands, for fear of being cursed. Although, others have been embraced and come to her seeking help in premonitions or casting spells. But Gwen always demands a favour in return; most of which are not to mortal liking
Past History: Gwen became victim to a dreadful forest fire that occurred many moons ago in Glenraven, that caused half of her face to scar. Believing it was her curse to remain partly deformed, Gwen never attempted to use her magic to heal herself.
Appearance: In some instances, he is well dressed and mannered. He attends social events and interacts...perhaps only to divert suspicion from him. Or maybe because he still believes he is human. His hair is long, finely combed, and naturally the color of a moonless night. His eyes are a murky brown, like the depths of a muddy river...and though their shade can be attracting. As he is part demon, often the demon in him takes control, than there is no denying the rage he has inside of him, Bryce himself loses all concerns for being prim and proper. His features do not change...but the animal within roars and urges him forward with reckless abandon.
Race: Human/Part Demon...though this is rather unknown to himself. He does not know what he is...or how he became it. He merely knows that if he could find another like him...he might understand more about his nature.
Status: From Glenraven
Personality: As said, he does maintain a certain regal dignity, but when the demon awakes...there is no turning back until it is satisfied. Bryce does not deny what he knows about himself...or what he must do to survive. Bryce merely thirsts to know exactly what he is...and what he is capable of.
Name: Bryce Silverthorne
Appearance: Azrien is about thirty years of age. Innocent blue eyes, and a facial structure, which hides nothing of his emotions, usually with a pleasant grin, present. He has a well-built body and is rather clumsy.
In a flash, he becomes a seemingly different man. His eyes become icy cold, able to pierce like a dagger. His face becomes an emotionless void. He gains cat-like agility and grace; the sword worn under his robes always carried in hand.
Race: Warrior/Warlock
Status: From Glenraven
Personality: Split personality. Azrien is slightly absentminded when the warlock is in play. He is kind and always trying to help who he can. He is very trusting and easy to manipulate. When he believes himself to be in trouble, he calls upon his 'friend'. The warrior then comes into play. The warrior is sadistic; believing blood (or its counterpart) is the only suitable payment for his woes. He is conniving, and sees plots against him wherever he looks. He trusts no one, other then his friend, the warlock, and his sister, Lavender. He has a very short attention span, and if he ever gets bored, he decides he'll go to sleep, leaving the warlock there in his place.
Past History: Azrien came from a wealthy family. He was in-line to inherit the family business; a tailor shop. His father was very proud of his son until he found out about his sickness. Once his split personality disorder showed itself, everyone turned on him, giving him what he needed o survive but nothing else. His sole sibling, Lavender was the only one who still treated him like before. When his father became ill, and time came to pass the family business and fortune came, he was by passed in favor of his sister. Azrien, heart-broken, turned from the family and set out on the road. He found himself in a small village and became interested in becoming more then he was. He took training as a warlock. He tried as hard as he could, but whenever he got a little frustrated, his alter ego would turn itself on and, having no interest in magic would practice with a sword. In the end, besides being ten years older and wiser, his magic skills left much to be desired, but the sword technique of his violent personality was finely tuned.
Name: AZRIEN
