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Character Spotlight: Gwen Wilson

TTRPG: Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy Creator: @transcribepaige on tumblr, https://artfight.net/~SwankyFlea Character's Artfight Page: https://artfight.net/character/7968023.gwen-wilson

Fun Facts:

A 23-year-old trans girl born and raised in a small town in Texas.

Has a crush on her friend who is also a trans girl and is secretly a real actual catgirl with ears and a tail. Gwen has come so close to learning this secret but these two are so bad at being open with each other and expressing their feelings properly that she still doesn't know. This other girl is played by another player. Will-They-Won't-They, Only-One-Bed yuri in the middle of a murder investigation. This is surprisingly normal for Eureka.

Had a panic attack and tackled a bigot

Character Sheet Clipping:

Eureka is a game about mundane, ordinary people trying to solve a mystery. Traits are one of the most unique parts of each character- special abilities that heavily define their personalities and the way they investigate. Gwen's traits are "Cheerleader", "I'm Okay, You're Okay", and "The Truth Comes Out". "Cheerleader" makes her better at cooperating with other investigators; a bonus to help checks and the ability to spend her Eureka! Points on others instead of herself. She isn't trying to take the spotlight; she's too shy for that, she'd rather help others instead, it's an easy way to get others to like you, too. "I'm Okay, You're Okay" let's Gwen comfort herself as well as others; she's talking to herself a lot when she's stressed, but without this trait, she'd be a whole lot more stressed. This is partly because I gave her the optional fear of 'Upsetting Others', so she has a chance to lose Composure every time she thinks she's upset someone. This is a mechanical representation of her social anxiety; she has to convince herself it's okay every time she thinks she's annoyed someone or committed any sort of social faux pas. "The Truth Comes Out" is a really fun one; she gets a bonus to social skill rolls, but she can really lose a lot of Composure every time she tells a lie; that +1 bonus is a huge help on 2d6 that has gotten her a lot info she would have otherwise missed, but not being able to lie very well has also landed her in a lot of trouble. This one is also very clearly a representation of her social anxiety. In no other game is 'some girl who has severe social anxiety' a really powerful character, but Gwen has opened doors (literally and metaphorically) in the investigation that the other two investigators couldn't because of her specific skill set.

Organizing a little challenge for artfight this year to celebrate indie ttrpg characters! If you wanna join in -- all you gotta do is tag your indie characters #heartfighter on the site and attack at least one other indie ttrpg character (with or without the heartfighter tag!) ❤️‍🔥

There's also an Official Heartfighter tumblr and bluesky and will do my best to reblog all attacks with the tag to show off these awesome characters from great underrated games!

If you attack more than one, I'm cooking up some badges to earn depending on how many you draw.

Art Fight revenge! Hawke Snipe for @nikodraws , my first @heartfighters attack of the month!

My first art fight attack for this year! Did a digital collage of @kingsbury's Triangle Agency character, Nell!

♕ ♕A  KISS   MAY  BE  GRAND ||     accepting  

the small curve curling her thin, red lips seemed to gently, slowly subdue to a way relaxed expression, yet extremely dull at the same time. still partly opened, they did allow a thin breath of air to enter, to tickle the inside of her throat with a chill. her eyes upon his face, to then rest lazily on a wild bang of fair hair falling in a short, messy way upon his forehead.  as if studying.  did he cut them recently, perhaps ? –  she came to ask herself of that silly, unimportant matter at the wrong time and hour; still, it would have been hard to notice such a change anyway, given the usual length of his white hair.

both the girl and the boy had been sitting on the soft cushions of the command room for a while. the moon still high, distant in the pitch black sky - easily visible from the window. no green shadows haunting them, no eerie atmosphere - or so it seemed to the redhead. plus, no lights were on in the vast living room, except for the countless lit screens in front of them projecting cold light and odd shadows all around; each one of them monitoring in complete silence of the city’s most sensible areas, in search, with radars and various lights, of attacks and even of possible appearances of not Transmogrified civilians in danger. it had been her duty for years. then, there was the Tower of Demise to also take into consideration. just like a couple of hours before, when they had returned from the battle, tired and scarred. both literally and not - as every Dark Hour spent outside of the dorm always did bring within itself, its power and risks. Akihiko had followed her up to the fourth floor that time, a bunch of notes with him - keeping her company; if he had initially planned to repeat for an upcoming test, he was not doing a great job. and while the girl had tried focusing on her skills, her training, and the numerous screens to gaze at, carefully, the boy had slowly grown tired, with eyelids heavier and heavier by the minute. she had noticed it, of course. had he, though ?

she quickly processed the recent turn of events, their last battle and the strength he did put in each strike and skill, in order for all of them to result victorious. just like a boxing match - yet way more vital in importance. with slow breath, she swallowed back a possible reminder to head for his own bedroom if truly that tired and silent  ( or a piece of almost motherly advice )  to gently touch of his left hand resting on the sofa, just in between the two; she remained surprised in not having found the usual leather glove covering it, at the touch. yes, he had injured himself pretty bad right there, yet nothing a healing skill couldn’t fix. she lifted it up, with the thought the gesture would have served as a rush of adrenaline, a way to return fully awake. Mitsuru’s complexion turned rosy, when she instinctively pressed with delicacy the still reddened knuckles against her lips. 

it was unusual for them to give up in those physical displays of closeness. they were more similar in character than anybody would have ever admitted or thought, extremely timid and awkward too: Mitsuru could speak for herself, at least, when she thought a contact of that kind would have made every single muscle of her body tense, in pure nervousness and thrilling anticipation. and maybe, even a little bit of indignancy. there were exceptions, of course - she did not have a mean or a chance to simply explore them yet. that gentle kiss  –  kisses ? –  was as small and innocent as they could have ever been. it did remind the heiress of the ones she did use to receive when scratching the skin of her hands after having played in the garden, after having climbed up trees, by her own mother. 

there is no smile showing off, after that. the Empress, just as she had lifted it up to her own visage, delicately let the hand go; eye contact had never ceased, though, yet the darkness enveloping the space was making it difficult for her to read his expression, his reaction or the redness of her cheeks. one thing was sure, now: Akihiko was surely awake, judging by the normal paced rhythm of his consequential breaths. in a boost of odd confidence, Mitsuru’s head tilted inwards, her body slightly moving along - back bending, and her hand now moving to rest on his shoulder. she made herself closer to him, a little more… a little bit more, with cheeks heating up and eyelids closed… 

                «  I know we have no class tomorrow. But I’m sure                it is time to go, to bed. Now.  »