•Character Name: Lord Gwillym Iestyn Hywel

•Gender: Male

•Age: Seventeen

•Height: 5’11”

•Appearance: [center][img]http://img04.deviantart.net/e308/i/2011/333/0/1/eoe__caleb_by_fdasuarez-d4hnylr.jpg[/img][/center]
Gwillym was the youngest by a year, but many assumed him older than his elder sister Eira. Perhaps it was his height, though he wasn’t towering, he did stand the tallest of all three siblings. Or just as much his demeanor, the boy’s visage often a tight brooding. His dark brows, not exactly black, but a charred shade of brown, were often pressed together, as if he was concentrating hard, and it made the boy look rather uninviting to strangers. 

His skin was light, but several shades darker than his sisters, especially in the summers where he spent many of his days out beneath the beating sun. When he was young, he used to burn, but after years of abuse, the skin would be tender for a day, but darken soon after. His shoulders were broadening, but at this stage the boy appears almost awkward, not yet filled into himself, though his squirehood has lent age to his frame compared to other boys. He kept his hair relatively short, trimmed shorter on the sides, with a bit of length at the top, but never enough that it falls in front of his dark eyes.

•Personality: Though the boy appears rather standoffish, his siblings and close friends knew the boy for his natural ease. He was a dedicated squire, which drew his father’s admiration as the boy approached his own knighthood. Being the youngest, but only son to Viscount Gwallter, Gwillym finds himself protective of his elder sisters. Specifically, Eira, because of the two, she was the one who always sought out trouble, Catrin having her wits about herself and remaining where she ought to. As a boy on the cusp of his manhood, there was a deep set aggravation in the boy’s bones, he found himself temperamental, if not outwardly, then in his confused mind. Much of his training has helped in converting that brewing anger into something productive, though some days he feels even hours of sweat and work aren’t enough to get it all out. Perhaps that is why the boy always appears to be in such a deep, dark, contemplation; forever caught in the hormonal moodiness of adolescence, and with constant worry on his mind. 

•Nobility Title: Heir Viscount


•Martial Status Unwed.

•Biography: Even from early childhood, Gwillym had known he wanted to be a knight. As a boy, he was throttled by his caretaker’s many times for stealing metal buckets from the staff, and punching eyeholes so he could wear it around like a helmet. Him and the other boys would play intricate games of war, beating each other mercilessly with sticks and running around the rocky hills hooting like beasts. So at eleven years old, when his father introduced the boy to Sir Bryn Moss, where most boys would be apprehensive and frightened at the prospect of leaving their family for months, Gwillym had asked to pack his things that very day, drawing a deep laughter from the assembled guests at the table, and Gwalter was proud of his over eager boy.

A couple weeks later, however, Gwillym did ride away with Sir Bryn, and spent the next six years at the man’s side, where he saw war and battle, at first from a distance, but at his age, he had been involved in a few brief skirmishes, ad remained unmarked from any of them. However, with the threat of war with England escalating, Gwillym waits with baited breath for his first real chance to prove himself, and hopefully earn a knighthood in doing so. 

He and Eira had grown up close, and she’d been the most distraught by his eagerness to leave their family, if a bit jealous that her little brother would be allowed to see the world when she’d have only the horizon. Still, whenever he returns home, he makes it his business to interfere in whatever business his sister kept, often to her annoyance, but he knew better than anyone how Eira actually spent her days. Cadi and his relationship was close, though in a different way, as he actually held a lot more trust and respect for Catrin, treating her more as an elder then the almost gawkish Eira. They argued, sure, but he often went to her for council to deal with increasing complexity of life, as he felt she would understand better than anyone with her extra years and maturity. 

Now, he and Sir Moss spend a final week or so in Montgomery, as campaign season closely follows the first days of spring, and Gwillym finds himself with growing anxiety on the prospect that this would be the year he would finally test his steel, which excited just as much as it terrified the boy.

•Starting Location: Montgomery 

•Likes: Riding, sparring, talking of war with Sir Bryn Moss, teasing his sisters, hunting

•Dislikes: Long books, the English, his father’s endless lectures, losing spars, endless weeks of dredging rain

•Notable Skills: Gwillym is proficient with the elm short bow, the longsword, the shortsword and shield, and the long spear, but he favors lance and mount. He’s quite advanced in his squirehood, and thus all skills associated with knighthood were honed, if not even perfected in some areas.