Glyndwr Beck-Penrose

... but you can call him gwyn.

sand crunching underfoot; a sand dollar here, a conch shell there. the sound of the ocean reflects within the heart, but for once, it's melancholic rather than euphoric.

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poaching, death of mother,

name	glyndwr beck-penrose... but most people call him gwyn.
age	19.
gender	male, he/him.
orientation	bisexual.
nationality & ethnicity	from wales, but retains dual citizenship in australia. white.
species	human... for all intents and purposes. he's like 1/8th fairy, it doesn't really do anything other than give him slightly pointed ears.
element & pathway	water & wavewatcher.
year	fourth.
date of birth	december 28th.

PERSONALITY

a seagull hawing, a crab scuttling…

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BACKGROUND

a squall rolling in from the horizon.

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Seashells. Beach comb. Kelp. Pebbles. Rock.

He doesn’t go to the British coast often anymore. Trust that he does spend time around water, wading in thick swamps, recording microbes under microscopes, sitting in the rain and giggling at the way his hair flattens. When he was younger, with Dad, he would go here often; search through rocky shores, catch a glimpse of the blue sky once and a while. Hold a crab that he found up to Dad, and tell him all about how that creature fascinated him, even at that young age.

The memories are…

He sighs. He could hem and harp on about how if the past could be changed; if his dad didn’t care more about the payout than he did the people. But those bitter thoughts aren’t healthy; and it’s good to treasure the memories that he had of a time that weren’t clouded by his Dad’s judgement. Before he got old enough to realise his dad wanted him to be the exact same way he was.

And now he’s gone. Well, not gone gone; but prison is as well as gone, though it’s not Mum’s type of gone, but… the British coast is still bittersweet after all these years. The rain pours through his thick hair, dampening the curls and slowly getting it to lay flat, and he looks out unto the grey horizon.

… his grandparents are probably worried by now. He should hurry back.