Gwendolyn Alexandrite | Gargoyle

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✧Loves her mother and siblings fiercely 
✧Friendly
✧Happy-Go-Lucky Attitude


Negatives:

✦Often seeks her mother's approval
✦Fiery
✦Vicious when angry



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Parents: @aura - Mother/Creator
Siblings: Other Gargoyles
Other Family: Eve - Grandmother
Important Others: N/A
History: Gwendolyn was one of the first Gargoyles that her mother created. As such, she was tremendously close to her mother as they spanned across the globe. For many, many centuries, Gwendolyn would follow Aura tirelessly, despite her ever growing curiosity of the humans. Until one day she was told to go explore. And explore she did. Like her mother, Gwendolyn explored the world. She interacted with humans and learned their culture, growing with them as she did.

The art of the humans interested her greatly and soon, Gwendolyn took up painting in her spare time. Her painting, however, was put on hold when she was ordered to perch atop a church and keep an eye out for Romanus. She had known about the pain the man had given to her mother and she had a particular ire with him. Although she never did find him, she did all within her power to try to find him. Alas, the human slipped from her grasp and he soon was forgotten.

The time came again for her to spread her wings and explore the world. She remained in Ireland, painting peacefully and watching the humans evolve. She even befriended a young phoenix that she had met. Life was good for quite some time. She even got a taste of living as a human for a few decades under her belt.

Time would be peaceful for her until an attack on her brothers and sisters tore her from the country she so adored. She battled beside her mother, trying to stop the senseless slaughter. The victory, once it had arrived, was bittersweet. She had lost plenty of family members in it and it still hurt. 

When ordered to sleep, she returned to the home of the phoenix she had met and perched herself atop his home, an eternal silent guardian for the rest of his days upon that island.

Centuries passed before she was awoken by her mother and she left Ireland to follow her mother to America. For the most part, she played numerous background roles beside her mother but she spent most of her time getting to know art and studying it, working on numerous paintings, some of which she gifted to her mother in an attempt to help her during moments of difficulty.

Gwendolyn settled in New York under a human appearance and had become a decently well-known artist for her take on what was now referred to as 'ancient art'. She loved every ounce of it and she slipped into human society flawlessly as an artist, only abandoning her fondness for humans and her kinship formed when her mother called for her.








Alias: Angie
How did you find us?: Revan
Experience: Too damn much
Other Characters: Angel Johnson Jackson Johnson Erika West Diana Harris Xander Nelson Victoria Johnson
RP Sample: In the beginning...

Angie swept back her hair from her eyes, putting a strand behind her ear as she glanced at the map she held on the steering wheel. From her research- and digging through her grandfather's things most of the summer- she was close. The witch she was after was only a few miles away at this point. Apparently she opted to live on a farm house, away from any unsuspecting humans who would stumble over her. And anyone who was stupid enough would never be found again. After all, a thousand things could happen out in the middle of nowhere. A frown creased her lips at that. Everything was just too perfectly set up. She wouldn't be surprised if the witch answered looking like an old woman. It would be a sick sense of irony that made her stomach flip. Humor in the moment was lost to her.

Turning the black truck down the gravel road towards a distant farmhouse, Angie quickly put the map on the passenger seat. It was only a mile away, but it felt like a lifetime. With her pistol hidden inside of the jacket she wore, she quickly adjusted her hair and her appearance to look like that of a ditzy college student who had lost their way. It was the only way she'd be able to get through the door. Inhaling for a moment, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum to chew on, snapping and popping it to get in the feel of it.

Moments later, she parked her truck beside an older car in the driveway. Apparently brooms are out of style still. she thought sourly. The farmhouse was brightly colored with a wraparound porch. It looked like a grandmother's house with the lawn ornaments and everything. Tricky witch. She moved out of the truck and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell before looking around, feigning interest. In all reality, she was looking for any exterior telltale signs of witchcraft. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But inside would tell her different. A moment later, an older woman answered the door curiously, smiling a bit, clearly surprised. "Hi. Sorry to be a bother, but my truck is completely out of gas and my cell is out of service. Can I borrow your phone to call a tow truck?" The older woman nodded and allowed her in. The gun in her pocket felt heavy. At least with it being a farm house, no one would know what happened. Taking her first step into the house, Angie knew that there was no more going back after this. It was just the beginning





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