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Gwyn ap Nudd

Played by lunan

divine being


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    "I don't - I've never really wanted this job. I was just voted into it. I don't even do a good job half the time. Everyone thinks that because I make a few good judgements and because I know how to throw a sword around that I'm some glory-filled saint. I'm not. I'm fuckin' - I'm not that great."

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    "Have more than you show, speak less than you know."
    - William Shakespeare, King Lear

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    Biography



  • Gwyn was born as the son to the King and Queen of Seelie Court.

    It wasn't until he was allowed to go outside of his wing of the castle he grew up inside of that Gwyn realized there was something wrong with not knowing his family well. It opened a slow sadness in him. He kept trying to bring his family together so he could be normal with game nights, inviting his siblings to dinner, even just going where his dad was and trying to sit and play by himself. None of it worked, because none of them wanted to like each other. Too much bad blood had been spilled. Gwyn eventually learned to leave well enough alone and has never really been able to look at a functional family without feeling a deep sense of hurt as a result.

    The Seelie and the Unseelie Court declared war on each other not long after Gwyn's birth. It weighed heavily on his father. He started drinking when he wasn't fighting and fighting when he wasn't drinking, whether it be in the war or within his own kingdom. His mom remained the steely woman she had always been; whenever she saw a bottle in his father's hands, she'd snatch it away from him and rage on about how he was ruining the fate of her family and the kingdom. He'd just continue eating without listening. Gwyn took every word in. He's always been sensitive to what other people want from others and she was no exception It was almost all that he thought about.

    He became a dutiful son easily, sensitive to criticism and desperate to be what would make him worthy of praise. He made himself good at talking to people, and he made himself have good posture and laugh at things that weren't at all funny and make the same jokes. He gave up his boyish things, like going into the woods and playing in the dirt and climbing trees. He hunted on horseback instead, with boots and heavy coats on. He learned how to use a rapier and tamed his curly hair and learned to reliably make eye contact.

    They were the worst few thousand years of his life. He was never happy, because he was never enough to make his mom happy, and she was the only reason he was doing all of it. He felt trapped and suffocated and all he thought about was how to make himself better, how to better place his feet and even coming up with a process to go through at every social outing he attended. He was almost always exhausted mentally. Anger festered inside of him for a reason he didn't understand and he eventually became so incredibly vitriolic all of the time that he was simply cast out of his parents' home

    He ran to his brother Edern, who was a warrior feared by all the fae, despite not knowing him. He was half wild and crazy, sent mad by the war. He taught Gwyn how to live in the wilderness, and how to hunt like an animal with his bare hands. Gwyn was able to fall into his way of life quickly. He'd wake up and cook whatever had been hunted the day before and they'd eat in silence, and then they'd go into the forest around them and spend the rest of the day hunting or fishing or splashing each other in the river. Gwyn just about turned feral from the years. The only reason he kept his knowledge of how to correctly be social is because of the yearly visits to market that they made. Each visit brought them odd stares and whisperings of "Aren't those the king's boys?" They got good at ignoring them.

    The war continued for all the years that Gwyn ran away. Soon, the fighting started spilling from neutral ground far from the Seelie Court's major city to up close and personal with the castle. Gwyn started to have to fight fae that got too far into the forest for comfort, and began camping around the edges of the trees to protect the first real home he'd ever had.

    One night, as he was asleep and the moon hung big and fat and full in the sky, a great cracking sounded behind him. When his eyes opened, his tent was alight, and not a second later he realized that there was a great roaring sound that he'd only ever heard from fire before. He dashed from his bed and into the night air and watched in horror as the forest around him rippled with flame. The trees in the courts are the homes physical bodies of many spirits and Gwyn knew all of the ones he lived with by name. He listened to their screams as they burned as he devoted himself to murder for the night.

    He went back to the castle despite Edern's protests and warnings and started to join his father's combat discussions. He was discovered to have a fantastic strategic mind and an even better sword arm, so his father put him on the frontlines. He became cruel and bloodthirsty, finding no resistance in being so from neither his men nor his authorities. He killed anything that seemed to be Unseelie. He started devoting his free time to studying the act of the kill.

    The Fates got tired of his misuse of his skill, however, and gave him his power of light and the responsibility of reaping souls on Samhain. It came in the middle of a battle, and chased out all of the impurities within him, the anger and the things that he forced himself to learn that went against who he was planned to be. The realization of his powers accompanied the impeachment of his father as king.

    He stayed in the war, but was not bloodthirsty. He had to gather the souls of the dead after each bloodshed, and he found that it was heartwrenching and draining because almost all of them cried out for their families and loved ones and asked him questions with shell-shocked faces.

    The war ended with both sides giving up on the same day, as it were. It took a long time for both courts to get back on their feet, and Gwyn found himself helping all that he could to right both sides. He didn't fight again, for the most part, keeping to himself and helping his forest grow back with Edern.

    Around this time, the past king of the Seelie fae fell ill; Gwyn started to realize that he might be expected to take up more responsibilities. He ducked out before the member of the High Court could rope him into obligation and schedules and began his tradition of the Wild Hunt.

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