Gwydion Fireraven
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Name: Gwydion “Gwyd” Fireraven
Race: Xaela Au Ra
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: ⚣⚤
Role: Bartender/Court
Lore
Gwyd was a shadow in a forgotten town, a man whose past was as elusive as the fog that clung to the cliffs above.
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Gwyd now resides in Eorzea on Lamia where he owns The Cave Bar and Lounge. He is outgoing and a complete flirt. He hopes to one day find the love/loves of his life. But until then, he will flirt with just about everyone. He's open to relationships with guys and girls.
Lore
Gwyd was a shadow in a forgotten town, a man whose past was as elusive as the fog that clung to the cliffs above. No one knew where he came from, and those who spoke of him claimed he appeared one evening, just after the last bell of the church rang, with nothing but a tattered cloak and piercing eyes. Whispers said Gwyd had once been a scholar of ancient arts, though none could confirm it. He wandered the streets by day, but always vanished by dusk, leaving only cryptic symbols carved into tree trunks or etched in the dirt. People feared him, yet some came to seek his wisdom, though none ever returned with answers. Gwyd was a riddle wrapped in silence, and his true purpose was known to no one.In the earliest days of his arrival, the townsfolk eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The small town, nestled at the foot of a mountain range that had long since fallen out of favor with travelers, was used to isolation. But Gwyd’s presence cast an unusual pall over the place, as though his mere existence held a secret that tugged at the edges of their understanding. The wind itself seemed to follow him, stirring the mist as he passed, and those who glimpsed his form often spoke of feeling as if they were staring into the depths of an ancient sorrow.Some said Gwyd had no name, that he was a ghost from a forgotten era. Others speculated he was cursed, bound by some unfinished task he had been sent to complete. The most persistent rumor, however, was that he had once been a brilliant scholar—a man who had studied the world’s oldest magic and the most dangerous of secrets. Before he had arrived, the town had heard tales of a great library hidden deep in the mountains, a place where the boundaries between worlds grew thin. Some believed that Gwyd had once been a keeper of that knowledge, a protector of lost arts. But what had driven him from the mountain and into this forgotten place, no one knew.Gwyd never spoke of his past, never answered questions with more than a fleeting glance or a cryptic gesture. His movements were quiet and deliberate, and though he interacted with the villagers, he did so only when necessary. He could often be found walking the town’s perimeter, stopping in the early morning light to trace the strange runes that appeared on the ground overnight. Each symbol was a puzzle, each line drawn with an ancient precision. Some townsfolk believed the symbols were warnings, others thought they were maps leading to lost treasures. Gwyd, however, left them for others to decipher—or to fear.By dusk, Gwyd would disappear into the surrounding wilderness, vanishing like a wisp of smoke. He would not return until the next morning, always at the first light of dawn, standing at the edge of the town as if he had never left. There were whispers that he didn’t sleep, that he existed outside of time, slipping through the cracks of the world while the rest of the town was bound by its rhythms.As the years passed, the town began to grow accustomed to Gwyd’s presence. Children grew up with stories of the silent man who walked the streets, leaving strange markings and never offering a word. Some had come to regard him as a kind of living legend, a figure of mystery who might hold the answers to questions no one dared ask. But those who sought him out for answers never returned in the same way.There was one such person—Elara, a young woman who had recently lost her brother to the wilds that lay beyond the town’s borders. Desperate for answers, she sought out Gwyd, convinced that his strange knowledge might hold the key to understanding what had happened to him. The villagers warned her against it, but Elara’s resolve was unyielding. She found Gwyd one fog-choked evening, sitting by a low fire near the edge of town. His back was turned, but when he spoke, it was as though he had known she was coming long before she had arrived."You seek the dead," Gwyd said, his voice a low rasp, like the crackling of embers. "But you will find only silence.""I need to know what happened to him," Elara pleaded. "Where did he go? What took him from us?"Gwyd turned his eyes to her then, those piercing, red eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He said nothing for a long moment, as if weighing something unspoken."There are places," he finally murmured, "where the living do not tread. And there are things—creatures—that walk between the worlds, unseen by most. What you seek is not of this realm."Elara’s heart quickened, a mixture of hope and dread swelling inside her."Will you help me?" she asked.Gwyd stood, his long cloak swirling around him like the mist, and walked toward her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, his touch colder than any wind from the mountain."Help is a fragile thing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And sometimes, the answers we find are more dangerous than the questions we ask."Without another word, he turned and vanished into the fog, leaving Elara standing alone, the weight of his words settling into her bones.The next morning, the townsfolk noticed that Elara had not returned. They scoured the wilderness, searching high and low, but there was no sign of her. Some believed she had joined the ranks of those who had sought Gwyd’s guidance and never returned. Others feared that she had uncovered something too terrible to comprehend, something that even Gwyd, in his cryptic silence, could not prevent.Years passed, and still Gwyd wandered the streets, leaving his strange markings behind. But those who had once sought him for answers now whispered of something darker—something that lay beyond the shadows of the town, in the depths of the forgotten library, where the veils between worlds were thin and the old magic still pulsed like a heartbeat.Gwyd was no longer just a figure of mystery. He had become a warning.He was a man bound by an ancient task, perhaps even a curse, a keeper of secrets too powerful and too dangerous to be revealed. He would not share his knowledge freely, for he knew better than anyone that some truths could not be undone once they were spoken.And so, Gwyd remained, a riddle wrapped in silence, wandering the forgotten town, a shadow who had never truly belonged, carrying with him the weight of a past lost to time—and the knowledge that some mysteries were never meant to be solved.
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