GWYNETH

Gwyneth is the adopted daughter of Hendrik, captain of the royal guard. Despite having no blood relation to the famously strong soldier, she does possess the same incredible might. A point at which the two diverge is that where her adoptive father avoids bloodshed wherever possible, favoring defensive combat techniques, Gwyneth has no such reservations.

Being the daughter of someone so close to the King, Gwyneth grew up alongside the sons and daughters of the nobility. While most of the privileged youngsters treated martial instruction as an amusing diversion, strolling out to the range to loose a few arrows in friendly competition, Gwyneth took to it wholeheartedly. She saw the fulfillment her father got from his service to the crown and wanted the same thing. Still, she knew that despite his position, she'd have little chance of making the cut any time soon. It was unheard of for someone untested in battle to be assigned something as important as personally defending the monarch. And besides, she was just a kid.

Her aggressive nature and singular focus made her intimidating to the other children, so Gwyneth would typically seek the company of adults. Where the others made friends with peers and pets, Gwyneth befriended the palace guards and grizzled veterans of the king's army. They were a lot more fun than the other kids, with their stories of battles and advice on fighting. In time, she began to accompany her father and his comrades on the outings he deemed safe. She loved riding alongside the soldiers, listening in on their banter and recollections. There were always plenty of laughs to go around, and sometimes a bit of excitement at the hint of danger. It was on an excursion much like this that Gwyneth was forced to prove herself.

During one such excursion, the party was chasing after the tracks of a colossal Dragolite. They had heard a rumor that this beast was injured and took this chance to eliminate it for good. As they reached the cave, they came to find out that even while wounded, the Dragolite was still full of power. Amidst the chaos, Gwyneth displayed remarkable composure, even as one guardsman lay crushed under its massive jaw, his breastplate punctured and crumbled like parchment. Hendrik began shouting orders. Soldiers advanced on the beast, but their weapons were useless against its incredibly tough scales, and despite Hendrik's best efforts, men were falling to the creature.

A soldier in the back was fumbling with a portable ballista. He struggled to wind it up, this usually being a two-man job. Gwyneth dropped nimbly from her mount and pushed the young soldier aside. With a few quick motions, she had readied the weapon. With a heavy thrum, the arm-length bolt flew between the Dragolite's eyes, the heavy iron head bursting from the back of its head in a spray of gore. It fell among the dead and injured soldiers as the others turned to locate the source of their salvation.

The king had known that Gwyneth aspired to the royal guard, but had never taken her seriously. Seeing the calm efficiency with which she had dispatched the monster, he changed his mind. "Hendrik!" He shouted. "Your daughter works with you now."

"I've killed tougher stuff than you."

"I am a marksman, but more so, I am a soldier. Even if swords rain down from the sky, I must stop hiding under his wings and learn to stand up for myself."

Has visit scenes with Mulan.