Gothwyll
Gothwyll, who prefers the name Grim, was born into nobility on Torrid 13, 353. He is currently a young cleric working on his path to serve Mortis.
Appearance and Character
This elven male has a slender and sinewy build with defined muscles, indicating
a life spent in the wilderness. His elven heritage is evident from his pointed
ears and silver-blonde hair braided into long strands trailing behind him. He
moves gracefully in his shadow silk garments and seems attuned to whispers. His
storm-grey eyes reflect the colors of the world's cerulean blues and violet
depths. His smooth ivory skin, adorned with tattoos of a skull, mushroom,
raven, and hourglass, symbolizes different aspects of existence and the dance
of life. Braided bracelets on his left wrist pay tribute to souls journeying
into the beyond.
Axis
Grim follows the chaos harmonic primarily and considers himself to be a good person. He is known to be soft spoken.
Early Life
Grim hailed from the esteemed House of Silverleaf, a lineage of noble elves who have long presided over the mystical forests where the mortal and ethereal realms converge. His ancestry dates back to the First Age, with his family wielding considerable influence in the Eldertree realm for generations.
From a young age, Grim exhibited a profound affinity with life and death. He spent his childhood roaming the moonlit glades, heeding the whispers of spirits, and caring for injured creatures. His mother, Lady Elowen, recognized his special bond with the divine energies that govern our world and shared her knowledge of ancient rituals and texts, further nurturing his natural talents.
What truly set Grim on his journey were the cryptic visions that haunted his slumber. He envisioned a cloaked figure, enigmatic and foreboding, capable of healing and extinguishing life with a single touch. This figure, known as Mortis, the deity of life, death, and the netherworld, spoke of equilibrium and the intricate interplay between creation and decay.
Compelled by inquisitiveness and a sense of fate, Grim departed from Eldertree to undertake a pilgrimage to the majestic Temple of Mortis in Sable. This sanctuary, where life and death coalesce like vines on age-old stones, was where he aspired to deepen his understanding of his divine connection and the fragile harmony between life and death.
Extras
A more detailed description of Grim:
In the dim glow of moonlight, this enigmatic figure emerges—a weaver of shadows, his presence both ethereal and palpable. His blond hair, not quite shoulder-length, cascades in a mixture of curls and braids, each strand a whispered secret. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lighting, those same locks take on an otherworldly hue, almost white, as if touched by the breath of forgotten spirits.
His grey eyes, like storm clouds on the cusp of release, hold the reflections of the world—a canvas upon which the blues of distant oceans and the violets of twilight dance. They are windows to realms unseen, portals through which he glimpses the mysteries that cling to existence.
A short, narrow nose—a blade of moonstone—rests above a mouth that defies simplicity. Its shape, well-defined yet slightly larger than convention, mirrors the duality within him. When he chooses, it can curve into a cruel sneer, a challenge to fate, or stretch into a generous smile, a promise of secrets shared. Always, though, it remains sensual, a vessel for unspoken desires.
His face is a living tapestry, animated by emotions that ripple across his features. Joy, sorrow, rage—they all find refuge there, painting his skin with transient hues. And then there are his fingernails, delicate yet unyielding, like shards of glass—a paradox of fragility and strength.
A portrait of Grim painted by his own hand:
In the hushed gallery, a portrait commands attention, its subject cloaked in the velvet of night. The artist’s brush has summoned a figure from the realm of shadows, imbuing it with a presence that is both spectral and substantial, stirring the onlooker’s imagination and intrigue.
The portrait’s centerpiece is the figure’s hair, a cascade of ethereal locks rendered with painstaking detail. Each tendril is a silent secret, its ghostly pallor shining beneath the clinical glow of fluorescent beams, deepening the enigma of the artwork.
The figure’s eyes, a pair of stormy greys, captivate the beholder. They are portals to unseen vistas, mirroring the majesty of distant seas and the hues of dusk. The artist has masterfully captured their reflective gaze, drawing all eyes to this mysterious visage.
Beneath these windows to the soul lies a nose, slender and refined, perched above a mouth that speaks volumes without uttering a word. Its contours are a study in contrasts: now a scornful smirk challenging destiny, now a benevolent grin laden with arcane knowledge. This mouth is a vessel of sensuality, hinting at desires veiled in secrecy.
The portrayal culminates with the depiction of the figure’s nails, as delicate as they are resolute, akin to crystalline fragments. They bestow upon the character a dichotomy of delicacy and determination, solidifying the painting’s status as a masterful representation of a being both complex and compelling.
