~General Information~

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Name: Gwydion Arryl
Other Names: Magin Cii (Magician)
Real Name (If Applicable): Gwydion Arryl
Occupation: Traveling Musician
Place Of Origin: Village a day from Canterlot
Age: 41
Race: Druid
Affiliation: Neutral Good

Appearance - Long blonde hair and a neat beard, (When he finally reaches a inn with a barber!). Gwydion has the build of a accomplished warrior and mercenary. His torso is badly scared and burned. With piercing green eyes and a laid back stance.

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~Relationship Information~


Relationship Status: Single

Partner: None

Father: Darian Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i]

Mother: Aisling Arryl nee. Durrinan [i](Deceased)[/i]

Siblings: Lenaird Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i], Merigold Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i], Derreck Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i], Cerid Arryl [i](Missing[/i], Gaspar Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i], Sarra Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i], Merrick Arryl [i](Deceased)[/i]

Pet/s: Mule (Brown Horse)

Other: None

~Personal Information~


Personality: He's a tad too enthusiastic, and enjoys chattering to youngsters and oldsters alike. Respectful of friend and foe alike, he's a defender. A protector. A nickname in his childhood was The Magican for his ability to make most everyone smile with his little magic tricks. Though if you meet him in battle the same cannot be said. Gwydion is ruthless, relentless and will drive the unprepared into the ground. Though it's his jovial nature that will throw off the opponent for once he's in a fighter's stance all is of little consequence. He is silent when he fights, often noting to others that words on the field of battle 'get in the way of things' and that not talking gives him 'the breathe to spare'. That spared breathe is often used to flatter maidens. For all his ruggedness the man's a massive flirt with a pretty damsel when not in distress. It will not matter if their noble or peasant. He's cheeky as maybe when holding back his respect and will pin the ear of any idiot command who would send him to die. It takes a lot to get this man to transition from irritated and annoyed to truly angry. This stands to reason due to the size of his deceased family. With magic he pretends not to know, but he keeps a very odd version of the old ways. 'It's in my mind. Everything I need. So discovery isn't a issue.' His magic he uses covertly and has stopped more than one sword for a comrade and had narrow escapes from being killed for his power.

Strengths: Knowledge of herbs and medicines, beasts, and music. He knows sword work like the back of his hand, though he can use ax, staff, or spear as well. He's even used a bucket in a jiffy. Gwydion boasts endurance beyond average men and has shown it many a time in his search for his missing sister.

Weaknesses: He is a tad to chivalrous often getting in trouble with the ladies for it. He's a horrible shot with the bow and often will fall asleep on his horse.

Magic Capabilities: 
[i]Telepathy[/i]: He can link with up to five people, not including himself, if they are in the same building or with two people if they are inside the city and his is outside. He can maintain it for a good twelve hours in his farther ranges and indefinably in close range. Well versed having used this with his family regularly.

[i]Energy Blasts:[/i] He can blast someone for some serious damage within twenty feet. Outside of twenty feet they will most likely take some damage and be knocked on their butt. He can take down a gates and boulders, part of his relentless and mercenary career.

[i]Shape Shifting:[/i] He uses this to adapt his appearance and hold a simple change for the best of several weeks, but a full body change would hold for only a week. He's well versed having used this skill during the Purge.

[i]Animal Control:[/i] He's adept but not overly used to this. Using it mainly to help guide his horse and pitting his will against any creature that would rather eat him. It's close range for most animals but for his horse it can go up to fifty feet. A merc may need his horse close in a hurry on the battlefield.

[i]Telekinesis:[/i] He can move a suit of armor, boulder, swords. Hurling or making them slash and block at his whim. He can control them up to twenty feet beyond that he has to throw. He can hold up to ten swords, or five shields, or three suits of armor, or one boulder for roughly half a day.

Weapons:
A sword, four daggers, a shield, bow and quiver. He also has a shield.

Brief Biography:
Born in a large and happy family shortly before the Great Purge, Gwydion went with his father to see if they could set the Purge right. He knew there was no hope but his father was a optimistic man, perhaps too much so. It was his quick thinking that got Merrick and him back home and Cerid to safety. Since he lost his sister he has wandered the world to find her. As bard, mercenary, or even a actor he has traveled for many years looking for the elusive Cerid. Before settling in Canterlot under a innkeeper's roof, the innkeeper took a liking to him even training him to take the inn on in his stead when the old man passed on the inn. 

~Other Information~


Other: None.

~Theme Song~
"Philosophy" By Mercedes Lackey