Long, windswept fringe of white frame a narrow face. Pale skin, full lips, silver eyes. Her snowy-white hair is held in a thick ponytail that sweeps her shoulders. She's average height, body femininely muscular. If she ever allowed you closer inspection, you'd notice many scars, all magically reduced to faint smattering of white lines, like spiderwebs.

Her clothing is all leather and stretched tautly of her slender but sturdy frame. An amulet of a harp rests on her breastplate, the emblem of the House of Ballads. A couple rings are on her fingers, one a wedding ring.


Until a few months ago, Lady Gwenyre had no idea who she was. She awoke in a pile of rotting corpses and barely managed to escape an attack on her life by the ruthless Tuatha. Since then, she's roamed the Faelands, right wrongs and trying to be a help to everyone in need, even if its to filch invoices from desks.

Gwenyre is married to Barten of Canneroc, who also adventures with her.