I really got into writing Arwell’s biography. As it turns out he’s far more interesting than Colm who is starting to look very boring. Shame. He has a very sad life, but he handles it all well…mostly…
Name: Arwell Hallworth
Title: Lord/Master of Wonders
D.O.B: 1st Soren, 209 Seed
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Brown
Favoured Weapon: Brain
Arwell treats everyone equally, in that he speaks his mind and doesn’t mince his words, unless the royal family is involved. He is often seen as rude, although he would say realistic. While he admits that he is sometimes unkind, he justifies it by only being unkind to idiots. He has a love of sarcasm and is quick to diffuse hostile situations with a joke. Though he is generally unpopular he doesn’t let this bother him, or at least he doesn’t let it show. In truth, Arwell is really quite lonely.
The son of a knight and a merchant’s daughter, it was clear from a young age that Arwell was not suited to the physicality of battle. His father, who had hoped for a son to follow in his footsteps, grew to loathe the boy, despite the fact that Arwell was obviously academically gifted. He spent his childhood reading and studying with the Deacon his mother requested after she realised his potential, separating himself from other children. When he was eight, his mother died in childbirth. The baby, his sister, died shortly afterwards. Friendless, motherless and unable to connect with a father who despised him, Arwell began to use jokes and sarcasm to mask his loneliness. His father remarried just two years later and was given a son and a daughter. Unwilling to continue funding Arwell’s education, his father sent him to the Divine Brotherhood to become a Deacon. He studied there until he was fourteen, when he was supposed to take his vows and become a Deacon. But Arwell had other ideas and used his time in the Brotherhood to invent. On the day he was supposed to take his vows, Arwell left the Brotherhood and presented his invention to the King, a reading glass. Intrigued by the youth’s intelligence, King Jon offered him a place to work and took him on as a sort of ward.
Arwell was matched with a lesser noble woman and they entered into a loveless marriage. After ten years, Arwell earned a place on the High Council but lost his wife to sickness. Twenty years later, he still sits on the High Council with a false title, his only friend a man he hates and his only love his work.
“There are no monsters, not anymore. It’s just us. We’re the real monsters.”
© Jessica Wiles, 2013