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Character name: Gwenyth Weeber
Age: 21
Favorite Color: Red
Region: Born and raised in Mishkan
Occupation: Main Help at Van Inn
Appearance: Gwenyth has long auburn hair that falls past her hips in silky waves. She has round, crystal clear blue eyes. Her body is rather voluptuous with generous curves. Her skin is fair with a slightly peachy undertone. She has thin lips and a button nose. Gwenyth stands at 5'3" tall.
Gwenyth usually wears dresses with circle skirts for the bottom or corsets with circle skirts. She is also a fan of ruffles and tends to wear clothes with ruffles attached to it. She often wears a hat to match her clothes and either braids her hair or leaves it down.
Personality: ❂ Modest: (Unassuming or moderate in the estimation of one's abilities or achievements)Gwenyth is not one to take credit for things that she has done. She is much more likely to do something without saying anything about it. In her mind, there is no need for people to appreciate the things that she does. If it needs doing, then she'll do it. If she somehow achieves something great, then clearly there were other factors at work other than herself that made it all possible. It is just not in her nature to boast about something. While she does take pride in everything that she does, she just prefers to not have any praise for it. It also slightly embarrasses her if someone praises or thanks her for something she has done. She is more likely to sing praises of someone else over herself and does so sometimes if she feels too much attention is on something that she has done.
Gwen blushed slightly. "Please father, your beef stew is far more delicious than mine. Mine is merely a copy of what is originally yours." ❂ Silent: (Not prone to speak much; taciturn)Gwenyth is a quiet young woman. Her mother was a very social woman, having been a singer but not Gwenyth. She was always in the shadow of her mother and almost afraid to speak as a child. As a young woman, it has just become her nature to be silent. She does her best to not get into any social situations where she'll have to talk a lot. If she does end up in a social situation, the most she'll say is one or two sentences at a time. Even around Mr. Van, whom she considers a second father, she rarely speaks. Mostly it is only to answer him or ask a question. If someone speaks directly to her, she will answer out of politeness but will try to find a way out of having a conversation with them.
The woman started to speak in a rapid flow of words that Gwen did not dare try to keep up with.
"I'm sorry Miss, I must attend to my duties." Then she was gone, fleeing from the woman while she could. ❂ Appreciative: (Feeling or showing gratitude or pleasure)Gwenyth has much appreciation for the things that she has. Losing her whole family greatly affected how she feels about life and things she owns. It is not odd to find her smiling to herself purely because she is happy to see the sun. Every new day is one to be grateful for and she shows it in everything that she does. Life for a young woman that lost everything can be hard but Gwenyth will do all her chores as if they were fun and games. After all, not everyone could do chores in this day and age. Many had passed away from the plague. She learned to appreciate even things that seemed mundane and boring. After all, if one woke up with an automatic feeling of happiness over having woken up, wouldn't one's day be great no matter what?
A dove with an oil stain smudged upon it's wing landed on the windowsill outside her bedroom. She stared at it with bright eyes still blurry from sleep. "Oh dove, how beautiful your white wings are with a kiss of oil upon it."❂ Stubborn: (Having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, esp. in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so)Gwenyth has a stubborn side to her. If she wants to do something and feels that it is the right thing to do, she'll do it no matter what others might say. Luckily, she is not prone to speaking and will usually just go on doing something while others continue to waste their breath on her. She listens to what her heart has to say. If her heart is telling her to do something then she'll do it. There is only one way to get through to her once her heart is set on something and that is to appeal to her heart. She can be passionate about many things which means her heart can be turned over by a desire that is stronger than the one she pursues. Of course, most people can't do that and thus, do not sway her.
Father did not understand. She had to take care of the kittens that had been in the alley behind the inn. They were mere babies and could not take care of themselves. Her heart told her it was the right thing to do. He could yell all he wanted, she would raise them regardless.❂ Thrifty: (Using money and other resources carefully and not wastefully)Gwenyth is thrifty. It is partially because of father that she is this way but for the most part, she has always been thrifty. Her family had been well off in terms of money but all that changed when her real father had passed away. Mother had to learn how to use what little resources they had and Gwenyth had often helped her in some decisions. She learned quickly what she really did need and what she didn't need. Now she only spends money when it is necessary. Food and clothing were also things that she learned to not waste. If a piece of clothing got a rip in it somewhere, she would try to fix it even if her sewing skills were not the greatest.
Her stomach growled but was no longer sore from hunger. That was all she would have to eat. There was so little left due to the famine. It would not do to be greedy when that was enough food for her to function on.History: Gwenyth was born to a family of entertainers. Her mother was a well-known singer and her father was an influential business man that invested his money in many different things. She grew up in a very loving family with a younger sister, Johanna. They were well off enough that they could afford a few luxuries. But the girls loved fashion the most and always had their pick of clothing.
Shortly after the Black Death started to sweep across Panymium, Johanna passed away from it. She was the first casualty in their family and unfortunately, not the last. Her father followed after Johanna in the year 1407. Her mother kept them at an inn, owned by Isaac Van. From there, her mother would go out and find jobs, refusing to live in the house her husband had built for them. Gwenyth spent the rest of her teen years seeing tutors at the inn because her mother still wanted to give her an education as her father had planned. During that time, she was still trying to get over the grief of losing her father and working to keep her mother's spirits up.
Her light in that dark time was Damian Sewick. A young man who had taken great interest in Gwenyth. He was a man passionate about helping the sick, wishing to go out in the world and help as many as he can. The one thing that held him back was Gwenyth for his heart belonged to her. It came as no surprise when he finally worked up the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. Of course, she said yes. How could she say no to the offer when no other men came calling. She was also very much in love with him.
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It wasn't long till her mother followed after her sister and father. After her mother passed, Damian left Gwen unwed and in grief. He told her that he realized that though his heart belonged to her, his soul was in healing and he couldn't stay tied down by her when his soul yearned to help those that were sick. Her light went out that day but not for long. When two have suffered such sorrow, they find in each other the light to keep the darkness at bay in each other.
She soon found family in another. The inn's owner, Mr. Van, had also just recently lost his son to the plague. He invited her into his home as a sort of adopted daughter. Together they did their best to live their lives and keep each other happy. Gwenyth played the loving daughter and Mr. Van played the doting father. In the end, they managed to make it work. They grew close as a father and daughter would. Gwenyth eventually started calling him father. Mr. Van started to call her his little Gwen. The inn was doing fairly well considering the state that Panymium was in with the plague running rampant.
Things became bleak for them when the famine hit. It was supposed to be the season of harvest but instead of a plentiful harvest, they were met with a complete lack of food. Mr. Van closed the inn to customers. The inn always had food stored away and he wanted to save what little they had for him and Gwenyth. Slowly, they worked their way through the food till there was only about a weeks supply left if they continued to eat sparingly and only when they really had to.
It was at that time that someone broke into the inn to steal their food. Whoever it was, was quite noisy about their theft and woke Mr. Van up. Gwenyth got up when she realized her father had rushed down the stairs. She found him frozen in the doorway to the storage room. Curious, she peeked over his shoulder to find a horrible sight on the floor. A man who bore the plague had broken in. He had managed to get through some of the food but seemed to have died before he could finish it. Mr. Van quickly sent for some help so he could get the diseased body out. Unfortunately, the rest of their food had become contaminated. That meant they would starve if they couldn't find or buy food.
When the body was finally cleared, the mortician told them that the man seemed to have died of the plague and not of starvation as they had originally thought. Mr. Van feared for their lives, thinking that they would catch the disease if they did not thoroughly clean the entire first floor of the inn. So together, Gwenyth and Mr. Van scrubbed it clean. It had been tiring, cleaning non-stop. She rested for a bit, arms folded together on top a window sill and her eyes half closed.
The body of the man had already been moved outside to keep the horrible smell from stinking up the inn anymore. Gwenyth was curious, she had to wonder who the man was that passed on and if he had any family. She thought back on what she had seen of him around her father's shoulder. He had blonde hair, matted and dirty from whatever life he had been living. She hadn't seen his eyes, it had also been too dark to see his face very well. A quick glimpse out the window had her gasping in horror. That face, the rugged planes of it that his scruff beard could not hide, was oh so familiar. It was him, her Damian. That was who had broken in. He must of known that they would have food, of course he would.
Before she could even think, her feet moved her out the door and onto the street. She was picking up his belongings, mumbling to the men that stared at her oddly that she knew him and would like to keep his things to remember him. All thoughts of the plague was wiped away in the gut wrenching realization that now he was well and truly gone. There wasn't much in his satchel, just a scroll, the little wooden box that once held the ring she now wore but would never really need, and gloves. Gwen blinked her blue eyes in confusion. How did he get it? It was her cloth glove, a gorgeous cream color. They had gone missing....around the time that he had left her. It was with him the whole time. He had taken her with him.
The scroll and satchel were not important to her. No, it was the little box and her cloth glove that she kept. Father would not have allowed it but she couldn't let it go. Up the stairs she went, stashing them in her room. It stays placed atop the wooden chest that once held it before, the blackness surrounding it has not gone unnoticed by Gwen but she ignores it for now.
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It was difficult to get back on their feet after the famine. Still, they did all they could. Gwen worked hard to make sure they had food on their table everyday even though some days they went without. Somehow they managed to store some small amounts of food that was easy to obtain, like onions. Business is slow but there is some. Any income is better than none.
Other Info:Posting Color: Auburn #A52A2A
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