Long is the day and long is the night, and long is the waiting of Arawn.
birthdate
november 1st, 1995
birthplace
carmarthen, wales
aesthetic
(h) grey-blonde
(e) grey
(s) pale
(o) relaxed
size
(h) 5'8"
(b) slender
affiliations
Council of Ros
Hywel, or 'Howell', started his life as an awkward surprise and was quickly shuffled along into the system, spending the first several years of his life in a boy's home before he was plucked from the clamour of a city life by Tomas Jones, a professor of history and, as fate would have it, a druidic member of the Council of Ros. The boy was raised in the shade of Brechfa forest - not far from where he was reportedly born. Though he showed no sign of magical talent, his caretaker saw that he was raised to understand and contribute in his way to the Council, unknowingly creating the perfect tool to fit the hand of the king of Annwn.
Since the event of his claiming, Howell was quick to pick up his gifts, but remained, at all measurements, a peculiar young man - a walking diachonomy of intrinsic darkness and stubborn lightheartedness, magical savvy and social naivete. Above all, he possesses an earnest will to do his tasks well and be a man worthy of his gifts.
If I can meet you halfway, would you meet me halfway too
Because I am entering this forest not knowing I'm in search of you.
Howell is quiet, but friendly and often eager to please his company or be accepted, but lacking a certain finesse with which to handle himself. Most of his life has been in one way or an unusual other, structured, so when he was sent to Seattle by his guardians in the Council in England, his attempts at managing his own business were awkward at best, utterly floundering at worst. But determined as ever to grow into his role without seeking out a cult as a crutch, he put himself to work and kept in close communication with the presence of the Council of Ros in Seattle. Unfortunately, the city has other patrons who are as informed, if not more than the council and Howell found he himself was not unknown…
With your pale grey countenance and your dogs with ears of red,
I'd be a fool if I did not know that you are the King of the Dead.
preternatural repertoire
- The Huntsman's Pack. He owns a small pack of Cwn Annwn - the hounds of the Otherworld. The four dogs gifted to the boy are large, ranging from the size of a deerhound to that of a taller, more muscular wolfhound, all white with red ears and green eyes. They are sensitive to the scent of a soul or otherworldly spirit and interact as easily with the insubstantial as they do with the physical. They can pass through matter, but can be stopped by sacred Christian ground.
- The Lord of Thin Places. Howell can sense, locate and travel through otherworldly passages as well as create his own using wood or stone "posts" - a doorway or window usually suffices, but he could theoretically use a space between trees or a gap in a stone wall. This passages can lead to another place in one world, via another or straight into another if he knows his destination.
- The Lord of the Undying. As time is a peculiar thing in Annwn, Howell can siphon the temporal difference into a mild ability to speed the healing of flesh, or the growth of plants.
tynged
Howell is charged with several tynged or geasa, which he must obey or risk punishment: blindess or a loss of his abilities and physical strength until returned to him by his benefactor.
- He must offer hospitality and aid to anyone who asks for protection under Arawn's name.
- He must never eat the meat of a dog.
- He must accept any gift given to him under Arawn's name and repay its worth.
- He cannot turn right between the hours of 7 pm and 8 pm. (He's not sure how serious that one is, but Arawn can be a bit of a troll).