Dathlenn Gwadi
Kadune Dathlenn Gwadi (a.k.a. Dath, Dash)
Mental characteristics
Personal history
His first memory is this: a gentle breeze across stone, rippling into an indescribable sense of peace.
Dathlenn Gwadi is the construct-son of a long generation of Leso. As a young creature, he often grappled with the memories swirling in his flesh and mind. How could he hope to compare to great artisans-- one of his ancestors built several grand statues in honor of the Gods.
The skull he was given is the skull of some sort of feline creature. A short snout, sharp teeth. He tests the biting potential, and closes the eyes that do not exist against a storm that does not leave.
He is still young when he loses his faith in the god-things that rule from within the labyrinth. Dathlenn has not quite finished constructing the ideal legs for himself. Still, he stops in the street to witness a man, dragged from his home. This stranger's clothes are wrinkled, torn. Dark shadows line his eyes. Red hair droops, tangles in a raggedy mess. Dathlenn wonders what will happen to this stranger. But as he watches, a sabre blade from one of the Hitlini soldiers-- those damnable officers wearing colors of exalted houses -- severs the man's head from his shoulders. Dathlenn watches crimson gouts spatter into the air, futile spasms of the body trying to drag it forward. Pivotal. That's what Dathlenn calls the memory, now. He recalls lowering his head, gathering his cloak around himself, and leaving the scene as quickly as he could manage, lest he be found, seized, and his sudden seditious thoughts wrenched from his head. Five years of age. Now, Dathlenn is eighty-five. His scarred sinews bear witness.
He is still young when he loses his faith in the god-things that rule from within the labyrinth. Dathlenn has not quite finished constructing the ideal legs for himself. Still, he stops in the street to witness a man, dragged from his home. This stranger's clothes are wrinkled, torn. Dark shadows line his eyes. Red hair droops, tangles in a raggedy mess. Dathlenn wonders what will happen to this stranger. But as he watches, a sabre blade from one of the Hitlini soldiers-- those damnable officers wearing colors of exalted houses -- severs the man's head from his shoulders. Dathlenn watches crimson gouts spatter into the air, futile spasms of the body trying to drag it forward. Pivotal. That's what Dathlenn calls the memory, now. He recalls lowering his head, gathering his cloak around himself, and leaving the scene as quickly as he could manage, lest he be found, seized, and his sudden seditious thoughts wrenched from his head. Five years of age. Now, Dathlenn is eighty-five. His scarred sinews bear witness.
Accomplishments & Achievements
5 Years old: Dathlenn witnesses the street-center execution of a supposed rebel. This event changes him forever and cements rebellion in his mind.
10 years old: While trying to shape one of his arms to a proper size, Dathlenn is harrassed by a group of street-guards who find his loitering suspicious. One of them tries to touch his skull, and Dathlenn is forced to flee. First he slithers between membranes, running to another district. Then he falls below, into the Bowels.
Reign
Dathlenn has led the rebellion for thirty years at this point.
Current Status
Surviving in the underbelly.
Current Location
Species
Age
85 years old.
Children
Current Residence
Dathlenn Gwadi resides in The Bowels as a safety precaution.
Pronouns
He/him/they/them.
Gender
Male-Leaning Nonbinary
Presentation
Genderless
Eyes
No eyes.
Hair
Entirely hairless.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dathlenn possesses a small patch of skin stretching across his chest and twisting down his right forelimb. Otherwise, his body is entirely constructed out of red, blue, and white flesh.
Height
7 feet, 5 inches tall.
Belief/Deity
Atheist.
Aligned Organization
