Gwendolyn Belvedere
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
OOCNotes: Gwen was my first attempt at a Widow class. She has nothing to her history as she has no memories previous to her training. This has created an amazingly blank slate for me, giving her the opportunity to be with Lyrin. Gwen, had she not had this happen to her, would be far to serious to be with someone like Lyrin. As this isn't the case, I enjoy her being the 'sane' and 'sound mind' person in their Lesbian relationship.
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Looks
Gwen is fairly tall for being a woman, standing just under 6 feet tall. She has silver colored eyes as well as very dark and full red lips. Her hair falls down nearly to her waist in a color that can never decide what it wants to be. The colors vary from green to purple to aqua, depending on what lighting she is in. Gwen is most commonly found wearing her widow uniform, though she favors her belly shirt and jeans when not on an assignment.
Personality
Gwen is certainly a unique individual. She has a clam, collected, and level head with the ability to take a step back and look at a situation. She longs to gain the memories back that she once had before training, but fears by pursuing that desire for what she might find. This fear has driven her to accept the fact that she will never regain those lost memories, but to push forward and create new ones.
History
Much of Gwen's history is both undetermined and undiscovered. The earliest memory she can recall was waking up for the first time. She had been asleep in the top bunk of a very metallic room. She peeked over the side to find that there were other women just waking up below and opposite of her. Confused and alarmed, many of the women began to complain that they couldn't remember anything. Who were they? What were they doing here? With so many questions their voices began to echo off the cold walls of their room.
It was not long after this that a woman in red burst into the room. She held presense and authority, demanding that the women silence their questions until after the presentation. All of the women were wearing a simple black robe, and encouraged to follow the lady into another room. It was like an academy or school of some sort, marching single file into their individual desks. The lady strode to the front of the room and turned to congratulate the group before her. "You have done well to have come this far. I will be giving each of you a folder to help ease the transition into your new training. You are now all capable of much more than what you started with. Do not linger or dwell on the past, but instead make your strides forward as Widows in Training."
When Gwen received her folder she began to read what looked to be a prepared document. She could see a signed document in the name she couldn't even remember she had. And thus began her single goal. To get away.
