| Full Name |
Bronwyn ferch Gwalchlas |
| Race |
human, but only when playing one on T.V. |
| Classes/Levels |
Fighter/Squire |
| Gender |
female |
| Size |
a lot smaller behind my shield... ;-> |
| Age |
none of your bees' wax |
| Special Abilities |
even more dangerous from the knees |
| Alignment |
all 4 tires running straight so far |
| Deity |
Unitarian Jihadist--Embrace the manifesto! If you really want to... |
| Location |
wherever you go, there I am...be nervous |
| Languages |
English, and can get my face slapped in 17 other countries |
| Occupation |
many |
About Lady Bluehawk
Writer, metal worker, leather worker, beader, interested in the medicinal uses of herbs, environmentalist: good all around Celt...or maybe Pict; we're still looking into that. Shorter and browner than your average continental-based Celt, at any rate. In real life, descended from James Fenimore Cooper on one side and Captain Henry Morgan (yep, that one! the rum guy [and Lt. Governor of Jamaica; always a privateer, never a pirate]) on the other, so a lot to live up (or down) to. ;->
Another Paizonian who doesn't own a "smart" phone; my "dumb" one only does phone calls; texting; could take pictures if I clear my tiny buffer for such things, and is waaay sturdier than any silly, unprotected "smart" phone that cost hundreds more. ;->
