Guilherme

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Guiherme is a Faerie that lives in Kennet.

Appearance/Description

Seven feet tall, and pushing the limits of how muscular a person of his size could be. Moves with visibly unnatural speed. Shockingly handsome, although his face is often obscured by his hair.<ref>The fact the giant was seven feet tall wasn’t impossible by human standards but he was seven feet tall and confidently carried muscle in a way that defied sense. When he moved, her instinct was to assume it would move slowly, she would take a half-second to check other things in the environment, including the winged woman, who reacted every time he stirred, and then she would look back and find herself surprised that he’d covered as much ground as he had. When he moved, his hair sometimes got out of the way of his face. That was as distracting as anything. Not that she was into it, but it felt like recognizing a celebrity on the street. - excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

In "human" form he looks like a 13-year-old boy of average fitness, strikingly attractive, with light brown skin and green eyes.<ref name=":0">Guilherme walked behind a tree.  A boy, thirteen or so, shirtless, with the same belted kilt and dark pants tucked into boots emerged.  He wasn’t a mountain of muscle.  If anything, he was average.  Light brown skinned, with his hair long and eyes deep green.

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And she hated herself for thinking like this, but he looked way too cute like this.  Crush material.  Damn it.  Lucy had some sympathy for Avery and how Avery had been tongue-tied around Maricica, now.

“Can you make this fairer?” she asked him.

“You tell me.  Make your suggestion,” he said.

“Give up the years of knowledge and training?  Put yourself on my level?”

“It’s too intrinsic to me to give up in entirety, but I can give up some.”

He relaxed a bit, hooking his thumbs into the top belt of the kilt he wore.  “Scratch me, bruise me, and you’ll break the glamour, and then I’ll be in violation of the ‘fairness’ of this duel.”- excerpt from Out on a Limb 3.8 </ref>

He generally goes around shirtless, wearing a kilt and leather pants.<ref name=":0" />

Abilities and Art

Moves with superhuman agility and speed.<ref>Something moved through the foliage. Bigger than a person, maybe, and it moved through the branches high above them, and it went from being twenty feet behind them to well ahead of them in a matter of a second or two. [...] In the trees- there was a figure taller and more muscular than a person should be. - excerpt from Lost for Words 1.1</ref> Like all Faerie, he has the innate ability to give off glamour, and is able to use it to adjust his size and skill level.<ref name=":0" />

He taught the girls the Duelist charm, and Avery the technique of "reinforcing" wins with glamour to bring out her "best self".

Tools

Frequently makes use of spears.

Chronology

After the contest for the Carmine's throne he Fell to Winter and was reduced down to a single story, to train others and teach them skills but at great cost such that the ending is always bitter sweat.<ref>“If you wanted to improve your abilities on that front, I could teach you things,” he told her.  “Trade secrets from bakers that, but for things overheard by Fae, went to the grave with them.  I’ve known witches who made bread that was almost magical on its own.”

“I might take you up on that.”

“It would be a hard series of lessons.  Harsh, in a way that made you look at bread in a bittersweet way thereafter.”- Excerpt from Fall Out 14.6</ref>

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