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Description
Theme Song: Emilie Autumn - My Fairweather friend

"Well that sucks balls."
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NΛMЄ 〗Gwendolyn "Gwen" Black
ΛGЄ 〗She will tell you she's 20, 21 max
GЄNDЄR & SЄX 〗Female

NΛTIONALITY 〗Irish?
ORIЄNTΛTION 〗Anything goes

WЄIGHT 〗 88 lb | 40 kg
HЄIGHT 〗 5'2" | 160 cm

Generally short and skinny

OCCUPΛTION 〗Courtesan, as they use to nicely call a whore

SPЄCIЄS 〗Banshee
[ABILITIES]
- Terrible shreeks and screams, don't upset her
- Sensing death, she will tear up to downright getting hysterical when facing incoming death
- Kinda undead, she'll bleed, but somehow she'll be fine in the end

- ???

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[LIKЄS]
● Expensive goods
● Nice things
● Gossips

[DISLIKЄS]
● Meat

● Cockroaches

● Pompous idiots and petty sluts

[PЄRSONΛLITY]
● Lowlife

● Dramatic

● Fucks up much

● Kinda dumb but clever?

● Pretty?? It's personality trait, right?

● Morbid
● Fends for herself

● Weak spots for some stupid sentimental things
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[HISTORY]

First thing Gwen remembers is waking up at heaven's gate and not being let in. Well, she guesses it wasn't her time yet, which makes sense, because look at her, she's way too young and pretty to die. Anything beyond that is a blur of some memories that sometimes haunt her mind, but beyond that they just don't make much sense at all. She doesn't know when she became this way, or if it was always like this, but now, sensing death in anything living, Gwen settled in Gravesend, where her strange attraction to death finally finds gratification, doing what she figured she could do the best, which who knows, maybe is a relict of her past.

Now Gwen is living in the brothel, for some time now, with some ups and down. Not for long though because she's just about get kicked out.
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[TRIVIΛ]

● Smells like worn out perfume

● If she had to list the worst death that could happen, it would be by being eaten by rats

DISCORD ID: ERO

ROLEPLAY PREFERENCES: HC - Script - LIT OK

Anything goes as long as it clicks :9 Enjoy Gwen, let her make your life hell!

Description
Theme Song: Emilie Autumn - My Fairweather friend

"Well that sucks balls."
__________________________________

NΛMЄ 〗Gwendolyn "Gwen" Black
ΛGЄ 〗She will tell you she's 20, 21 max
GЄNDЄR & SЄX 〗Female

NΛTIONALITY 〗Irish?
ORIЄNTΛTION 〗Anything goes

WЄIGHT 〗 88 lb | 40 kg
HЄIGHT 〗 5'2" | 160 cm

Generally short and skinny

OCCUPΛTION 〗Courtesan, as they use to nicely call a whore

SPЄCIЄS 〗Banshee
[ABILITIES]
- Terrible shreeks and screams, don't upset her
- Sensing death, she will tear up to downright getting hysterical when facing incoming death
- Kinda undead, she'll bleed, but somehow she'll be fine in the end

- ???

__________________________________

[LIKЄS]
● Expensive goods
● Nice things
● Gossips

[DISLIKЄS]
● Meat

● Cockroaches

● Pompous idiots and petty sluts

[PЄRSONΛLITY]
● Lowlife

● Dramatic

● Fucks up much

● Kinda dumb but clever?

● Pretty?? It's personality trait, right?

● Morbid
● Fends for herself

● Weak spots for some stupid sentimental things
__________________________________

[HISTORY]

First thing Gwen remembers is waking up at heaven's gate and not being let in. Well, she guesses it wasn't her time yet, which makes sense, because look at her, she's way too young and pretty to die. Anything beyond that is a blur of some memories that sometimes haunt her mind, but beyond that they just don't make much sense at all. She doesn't know when she became this way, or if it was always like this, but now, sensing death in anything living, Gwen settled in Gravesend, where her strange attraction to death finally finds gratification, doing what she figured she could do the best, which who knows, maybe is a relict of her past.

Now Gwen is living in the brothel, for some time now, with some ups and down. Not for long though because she's just about get kicked out.
__________________________________

[TRIVIΛ]

● Smells like worn out perfume

● If she had to list the worst death that could happen, it would be by being eaten by rats

DISCORD ID: ERO

ROLEPLAY PREFERENCES: HC - Script - LIT OK

Anything goes as long as it clicks :9 Enjoy Gwen, let her make your life hell!