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[center][h2]Glen Pearwoolf[/h2][/center]
[center][i]"[color=powderblue]All dreams are born of a truth in the heart of the dreamer[/color]"[/i][/center]
[b]Age:[/b] 31
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[h3]Appearance[/h3]
Glen is an unassuming man of about 5'3", a short man of sleek build and who practically blends into the background when left to his own devices. Tired green eyes stare out at a world full of lies, always accompanied by either bags or dark circles below them. His salt-and-pepper hair is kept short but remains terminally unkempt, only cared for in the most superficial of ways but otherwise allowed to simply do as it desires.
His fashion sense is equally substantive, in that it possesses absolutely no backing in anything. He wears suits that don't fit because they fit just fine two years ago and they still fit now, and most of his clothes are already suits so he might as well just keep wearing them. Ties are worn because they're easier than bowties, not because of trivial things like actually matching his shirt. It's honestly a miracle that he usually manages to wear slacks that go with his shirt, but that probably has more to do with a lack of variety than any actual effort on his part.

[h3]Personality[/h3]
Glen is the very image of a man who has been chewed up and spit out one too many times. He is a man with no drive and who long ago forgot what it meant to have ambition, moving only according to his needs and acting only to keep his place in the world. To be quite honest most people would perceive him to be a dullard, given his unwillingness to do anything more than what is absolutely necessary with little regard for the consequences of doing such subpar work, and his utter lack of enthusiasm towards anything one might call [i]fun[/i]. Sure, it's possible for him to get caught up in the moment, but it's always in the [i]moment[/i] with him.
At least he was up until a little witch pulled on his chain. That brought something out of him, though whether it's what she wants or what she needs, only time will tell. Something about [i]service[/i] seems to have relit that little dead ember in his heart called passion, but when he speaks with such a fire in his heart it betrays he had a reason to bury his years ago.

[h3]Abilities[/h3]
[u]Affinity[/u] - [color=powderblue]Dreams[/color]
[u]Mana Quantity[/u] - Average
[u]Mana Quality[/u] - Superb
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[*][u][color=powderblue]Sleep[/color][/u] - The most basic application of Glen's affinity is of course to send the undefended off to a blissful nap, though this generally doesn't do much against anyone with even the barest mental defenses still standing. It's a simple trick, and not one Glen trusts too often. [i]Far[/i] more useful is the other side of such sleep magic, delving into the dreams of someone who is asleep and taking command of them, twisting them to either deceive or to terrify the dreamer.
[*][u][color=powderblue]Actualization[/color][/u] - The Pearwoolf lineage's real art, however, is taking dreams and desires and making them real. While the things they make [i]are[/i] images born of the mind, unlike an illusion they have [i]substance[/i] to them; a sword drawn out of the desire to strike out still cuts just as well as a [i]real[/i] sword. The number and frequency of distinct objects are limited by Glen's relatively subpar mana quantity for his line, though the durability and strength of his conjurations are typically rather high, so long as the aspiration he pulls has enough force behind it to support itself. A fleeting, momentary desire for something is just that when made real: fleeting and momentary.
Lucky for Glen the act of creating a tool or weapon comes with enough knowledge to [i]competently[/i] use whatever he makes, though that is only to the point of competence, not expertise. Unluckily for him, aside from creating and dismissing the things, both of which require a spell, Glen has no special control over the things he Actualizes, e.g., something made of fire could be taken over by a pyromancer and thrown back in his face, or could simply burn him from being foolish enough to touch it.
[*][u][color=firebrick]Nightmare Actualization[/color][/u] - One might assume with all this talk of aspiration and desire that the Pearwoolf line has avoided touching [i]bad[/i] dreams with their magic, but this is incorrect. A frightful, turbulent dream of horror is still a [i]dream[/i] and still has that inkling of Truth that they shape their magic around, and Glen is just as capable of pulling some horrible, visceral thing out of the heads of those nearby or from his own mind as he is something noble and wanted. Creating a thing out of someone's nightmares follows all the same rules as creating something from their dreams, however, and any fear caused by a creation is normal, mundane fear. Sure it might be custom-tailored to the viewer but people are kind of known for flight or [i]fight[/i] responses.
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[h3]Skills[/h3]
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[*][u]Accounting[/u] - Glen's good with numbers, books full of numbers, and money. Good enough to get a job working with just those things.
[*][u]Inspiration[/u] - Despite the fact that it's a long-unused skill, Glen [i]is[/i] actually good at inspiring feeling and emotions in others, if he actuallys puts his mind to it. He'd be a natural muse if he wasn't such a sadsack.
[*][u]Lucidity[/u] - Even without magic, Glen is naturally a lucid dreamer, capable of taking control of and shaping his own dreams with no need for a spell.
[*][u]Technical Aptitude[/u] - Seeing as it seems to be a trend with some of the cast here, it's probably worth noting that Glen does [i]not[/i] have any issues with modern technology and is quite capable of things like using a computer for everyday tasks.
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[h3]Assets[/h3]
Though his family is influential in Wales, Glen is individually [i]not[/i], and he is also not in Wales at the moment, so he must rely on his own resources instead of theirs for the most part...
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[*][u]A wizard's stave...[/u] - Warded against the eyes of those uninitiated to the supernatural, Glen habitually carries a willow quarterstaff capped with a hand-sized hoop filled with cloth, displaying a red dragon with a background horizontally split into white and green. He claims it's a badge of his office in representing his family, if questioned, but it also makes a rather good weapon for just beating things when he inevitably runs out of mana.
[*][u]A forest's grove...[/u] - The only benefit Glen really considers part of his role in representing his family is that it [i]does[/i] come with existing housing that he doesn't have to pay rent on, though it's a bit of a sad state of affairs: a quaint cabin in Buckhurst Hill, adjoining Epping Forest. On the one hand it's been the home of magi for centuries and is warded as one might expect a place that has long housed such people. On the other hand it's been the home of magi for centuries, so modern conveniences like 'running water' or 'electricity' are somewhat lacking. And getting pizza delivered is difficult with wards like that around.
[*][u]An everyday life[/u] - Glen does, on the other hand, favor modern conveniences, and owns both a laptop and a phone which he can put to good use, and although he lives a relatively simple life he [i]does[/i] keep plenty of perfectly mundane objects around where other magi might not. While not rich he still has quite a bit of savings in the bank he can use, and that's measuring from an accountant's standpoint.
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[h3]Brief Backstory[/h3]
The house of Prengellyg, anglicanized as Pearwoolf, draws its origins as a single family from the late 9th century, as a union between a family of Danish seers from Northumbria and Welsh druids in the court of King Anarawd in Gwynedd during a regrettably short-lived alliance with King Guthred of York. It is sufficient to say that their position in the Welsh court became strained in the decades that followed, and in the centuries that followed as the power of Wales shrank until it was finally conquered by the English, their influence waned ever more, and they did not regain any real status until the ascent of Henry VII to the throne of England, but from there they were determined to maintain their status as a noble line of mages, holding fast to their heritage in the face of a world that was rapidly changing.

Glen Pearwoolf is the product of this family, and grew up in the tiny village of Aberffraw on Anglesey, the ancestral home of his family. He was raised traditionally, taught everything he would need to be a proper representative of the pride of his people, and then sent off to the Tower of London to complete his schooling in the art of magic.
He came back home having learned how to be English, how to live among the uninitiated, how to work like the uninitiated, and how to use magic. As he was really only supposed to pick up [i]one[/i] of those things before coming back and helping to further solidify the family's power, like his brothers and sisters and cousins had, the only solution was to send him back to England to live amongst the tyrants. To that end he was made the family's representative to England, a formal position with about as much prestige as one might expect from a traditionalist family of Welsh nobility, and sent off to go represent them there.
Aside from some minimal duties of showing up and relaying news back to the family, Glen has very little contact with his relatives, which suits him just fine. He found work in London, becoming an accountant, and just sinking on down into that role until it just became who he was.
And then someone pulled on his chain and given he knew the reputation of who was calling on him, a certain blonde devil, he decided it was better to resign from his mundane job to save face. Because chances were, at least in his mind, that she wouldn't have enough mercy to let him off the hook for something as simple as 'having a real job'. That would imply someone else's life was as important as hers, and he knew damn well that no respectable mage would dare think such a thought.
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