Lord Berwin Lindell of Oxfordshire is a Seelie Sidhe Wilder of House Gwydion in Albion.

Overview Edit

Berwin Lindell

Though he remembers little of his life before returning to Earth in 1969, it seemed obvious from his breeding that Berwin was destined to rule. Vague images of towers beside a river brought him home to Oxford. Though many things had changed during his long exile, many of the old colleges remained the same over the centuries. How comforting it was to see familiar things amid the bicycles and tourists! And how wonderful that the commoners had kept things so well during all those years.

But how disturbing that the trollish barbarian in control of the area was unwilling to relinquish control to the land's rightful guardian! After besting the oafish wench in single combat, Lord Berwin assumed control of the local area and began acclimating himself to the modem world, even accepting a post as a history tutor at one of the colleges. Many of the local commoners were put out when Lady Garyn Garfield (whom Berwin refers to as That Woman) was deposed, and many left for the Kingdoms of Mist and Chalk. Today, Lord Berwin spends his time teaching, reading and playing an occasional game of cricket when the mood strikes him. Outsiders of sidhe extraction will find him an affable companion, though most commoners will be treated with condescension at best and outright distaste in the case of most redcaps.

Image Edit

Long, blond, wavy hair tied back with a blue silk bow and arresting blue eyes look appropriate on this sidhe who favors tail-coats and breeches in a mid-1700s style in his fae mien. He even has a couple of powdered wigs that he trots out for special occasions. In his mortal seeming, Berwin (or Bertie to his close companions) usually wears casual polo aficionado clothes with the requisite horse and rider over the left breast of every shirt. He even has a jaunty cap for occasions that take him out of doors for extended periods.

Personal Edit

In his absence, Oxford has truly blossomed in many ways. Such a pity that the commoners who were here to see the city grow are incapable of realizing what a gem they had in this place. Of course, barbarians like That Woman or those dirty redcaps can't be expected to have any appreciation for art, literature, or any of the things that separate us from beasts. It's really for the best that they left.

References Edit

  1. CTD. Isle of the Mighty, pp. 57-58.
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