[center][h1][color=f7941d]𝕲𝖜𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈[/color][/h1][/center] [center][img]https://i.gyazo.com/8991500aca8df184c4b53b851c074aa8.png[/img][/center] [hider=𝕲𝖜𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈] [b]Identity:[/b] Though as youthful in appearance as in age, Gwndyric is already known by many names; he is called Bearhert, Rid-Cub, Fire-in-th'-Een, Stane-n'-Sun-in-th'-Veins, Lang-Spear, Lad-wha'-wid-Don-Crown, Laird-o'-Mony-Breeks, and even He-wha'-is-Seendle-Fun-Claes. Though young, tempestuous and full of fire, Gwndyric is held as the prophesied hero of all the Sinn Dhein. At least, by those who believe the prophesies. [b]Life:[/b] Gwndyric was born a special case as the exact nature and details surrounding his birth are completely unknown. Among some rumors and myths it is said that he was born to the bears that raised him, while others admit that it is far more likely he was simply orphaned at a young age. All that is known is that a young Gwndyric was caught by a shepherd, stuffing his face with the steaming meat of one of the shepherd's cows. As recompense for the loss of the cow, Gwndyric was taken in by the family and presented to the local chieftain. The older man, wise as he was noble, offered up a solution; let the young wildboy pay for the slain doe with service and familial duty. With that, Gwndyric was christened as Aed and was adopted as a stripling member of the Clan. Though his early youth was difficult as the boy called Aed had little in the way of human knowledge, the lad slowly learned the life of a herdsman. As a child of the Sinn Dhein, Aed was raised with all the knowledge necessary to keep cattle, give praise to the land, and defend his home when needs called for it. The family's wolfhound, which had passed the month before Aed's adoption, was soon replaced by the fiery youth. As dogged as any hound and equally as vigilant, the red-lad soon made a name for himself as a potent fighter and herdsman. Local soothsayers assured the adopted parents of Aed's potential and spoke of the kyne about him as something mighty to behold. Still, Aed was but a herdsman's son. Even in those young days he was a lady-killer and the charm held in his bronze eyes, flaming hair and charming smile could melt glaciers. Some even said he was as virile as the bears who raised him and the bulls he herded. No matter the task Aed seemed more that able and rival clans dreaded him for both the sudden loss of their cattle and of their daughters for Aed is strong, quick, and dreadfully cunning. The moment that cast Aed as Gwndyric and into legend was a tale worthy of the throat of any bard. Numerous folk spoke of Aed's herd being raided one night when he foolishly left them alone to spend his night with a distant beauty. Upon learning of this, and of the poachers' cowardice for having jumped his herd only when they knew he was away, Aed howled long into the night. There was a power in him that could not be stopped and by dawn of the next day he had somehow caught up with the raiders. Two dozen strong and full of muscle, those hearty reivers thought themselves easily a match for the boy. Nae it were so, with Stane-n'-Sun-in-th'-Veins cross the way. Whatever divine spark of sorcerous potency was born from the his happenstance of birth cracked that morn and the very light of the sun and the rocks of the earth answered his roaring command. Of those score or more of warrior-lads, none left that place with their blood right-side in. Thus was Gwndyric named. It was of this tale that called to the Seer of the Sinn Dhein, which gave focus to his prophecy and led the elderman to Gwndyric. So armed with the tale of his power and the prognostication of his own dreaming, the Seer found his way to Gwndyric and told the boy of his destiny. Gwndyric was told of his divinely-inspired parentage, his clanhood with the Gods of old no longer rightly worshiped by the Sinn Dhein, and of his fate that sang of the crown that would sit squarely on his head. Since then, Gwndyric has learned from the Seer's tutelage and gained ever more kyne about him. [b]Potency:[/b] Gwndyric is a sorceror of considerable raw power if little direction. From his supposedly divine ancestry, Gwndyric has inherited an intensity equal to that of the sun in the sky and the fire below the ground. Gwndyric's powerful collection of spells are more honestly referred to as outbursts and represent a lack of scholarly control over the acts he performs. Much like the very earth and sky he roars into action, Gwndyric's abilities are natural and primitive. The Howling, Gwndyric's means by which he calls onto his magical gifts, comes out in the form of shouted curses, charming know-nothings, or mumbled phrases. When so rightfully expressed, through expletive or act, Gwndyric can make nature howl and shake alongside him. His is the natural powers of the world, making tree grow, rock roll, and lightning crash. Most of all, he is a blazing son of the flaming sun; spears of solar anguish flash downward from above or straight from the man himself towards his enemies. In addition to the natural world shaking at his step and rising at his cries, Gwndyric has the capacity to strike that power into others. When men and women hear the howling they surge with fire and fury. In each warrior this can be expressed differently; for a man of strong arm but weak constitution, a rage fills his heart that burns away fear like darkness cast far from sight while a man of great heart but little strength might feel his skin turn to oak and his arm filled with bull's blood. With the howl men become as bears and bulls, their blood full of fire, their minds moving like water, their legs as fast as wind, and their hides as strong as stone. So it is that alongside Gwndyric comes a retinue of firebrands, warrior-companions all empowered by the sorcerous rantings of their chieftain as well as all manner of natural things, from beasts that walk and fly and elemental creations that despise the enemies of Sinn Dhein. Of his own might, Gwndyric seems only empowered further by the magics of his making. The Howling, in its intensity and consistency of use, has seemed to either suffuse new strength into the warrior-lad or perhaps raised to the surface the power that hung beneath his skin. He is stronger than the mightiest bear, faster than the most zephyrous whirlwind, and more hardy than the toughest of bulls. While he Howls these strengths are empowered further, though seem to return to normalcy as the howling subsides. [b]Ambition:[/b] Gwndyric's wants and needs have remained largely the same; he wants a herd of his own, a gorgeous woman in his arms, and a spear in hand to protect his home. It is, in fact, the scale that has changed. From his tutelage under the Seer, Gwndyric has come to see things very differently from his youthful past. ALL cattle in the herds of the Sinn Dhein are his to protect, all women of his people his to care for, and all lands of the Sinn Dhein his to safeguard. His goals, then, have been made simple; Gwndyric seeks the unification of the disparate and often conflicting clans of the Sinn Dhein as one people as the Seer prophesied so that the invasions and predations of those who would wrong them can be stopped wholly and utterly. Gwndyric's primary, driving desire, above all things both real and fae, is the freedom of his people. As such, the lad who would wear the crown will unite his people and set clarity in the land to show clearly what is Sinn Dhein and what is not. [/hider]