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Twin lakes of frozen blue narrow with dislike, obscured in their sight by twisted curls of luminous gold. Equestrian garbs of a fair sky blue overskirt tucking into a strapping ebon corset. A heavy tone drops as ebon boots click on cobblestone. A beautiful sabre of Celtic design, laden with emerald encrustings and a braided pewter handle hangs unused at defined hip, as handle-worn daggers hide neath emmaculate skirts. Two tails rest carelessly behind her, the one true sign of her age.
On this home page, I'll introduce myself and talk about my reasons for wanting a web site. I might put a picture of myself on this page...or just a picture that I especially like.
Gwen grew up in a small town outside of London, quite a quaint little town full of homey, bustling people. There she met her first husband, a merchant with fine tastes in all that life had to offer. Sadly, the saber she carried took sheath in his gut one night over a dispute about a matter a good friend Dos brought before her involving another local woman the man had a fancy for. Gwen now had to leave her quaint little town on the charge or murder., forever in a cloud of distaste towards men of his kind... She then gave herself the last name Evansworth, you get what you evenly deserve in the end.. How could you blame her?
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