#uthyres

[gingersnaptaff]

I asked myself what a child made between Arthur and Guinevere would be like and chose "miserable"

If you had to choose what would you pick

Shdjddjjd Okay, so I have one in the works but he won't appear until book 3. Amr is ridiculously spoilt in a way Llacheu - who in my novels is Gwyn and Dylan's kid - wouldn't be. Plus Arthur is going through some stuff (ie. The whole conversion to Christianity) so he's very much an absent father which increases Amr's brattiness. Gwyn does try her best but there's only so much you can do when your sister is, at this point, beginning her campaign to usurp your throne.

(Amr still gets on famously with his big bro Llacheu though.)

[cain-e-brookman]

Writing Share Tag

Thanks @orphanheirs!

have the scene right before Uthyr leaves on his grand quest. Crucius being stiff and royal is my fave

The sound of his door’s creaking hinges brought Uthyr back to the present. Crucius strode half inside before he’d managed to turn, bringing behind him both the sweet smell the breeze caught off the trees and a bundle of Uthyr’s clothes under his arm.

“I know it’s futile, but I do have to insist on asking you to knock.”

Crucius paused, his brow furrowing. “Still? I’ve just seen you naked, what else is there to surprise me?”

“I will turn you into a toad,” Uthyr threatened through his teeth. “And not even a pretty toad.”

“You can’t. Aeriessa and Raschic are the only of the gods that can change life. And they’re the only of the gods who won’t answer you.” 

“At my rage, I will make them answer me.”

Crucius waved a dismissive hand, pulling a face. He placed the bundle onto Uthyr's bed. “Watch your hubris. You know how the Trickster likes to abuse such things.”

Uthyr ignored him. Crucius once again wore his own clothes, though these far nicer than anything Uthyr thought him in possession of. He now realized he’d never seen Crucius on the day he left for the coast. Usually said they said goodbyes the night before. Now Uthyr got a shape of why. Crucius said his father wasn’t noble-born, but evidently he did enjoy the riches of one who had been. Crucius’ shirt was of a sheer, flowing material that billowed around his arms, his pants a tan suede, tucked into a pair of strong leather boots. Around his torso, an embroidered corset of the brightest green. In his ear, his golden spider hung, but the brands on the backs of his hands hid under delicate white gloves. Shortening the length of his hair were braids that criss-crossed around his head before they tumbled free in a cascade of loose golden curls. A leather mask hid the left side of his face, this one embossed with filigrees of what looked like feathers.

At Crucius’ hip hung the rapier Uthyr’d seen at his house. Crucius rested his wrist on the hilt. Seeing him this way was jarring. Cold. Royal. Stiff. Crucius never particularly stood opposite those, but to see it in context brought into relief how little Uthyr really knew about him.

“I’ll worry about the Trickster once I figure out if I must curtsy to you,” Uthyr said, his tone flat. “Have I been living next to a lost prince all these years?”

“I promise you, the only thing royal about me is my self-importance,” Crucius said, his tone cold. “If I wander into town in my usual garb, I’m certain my father will have to take to the bed for the fit I’ll send him into.”

“Does he know?” Uthyr asked. “That you live out here? Where does he think you go in the cold months?”

Crucius didn’t answer immediately. “He knows I’m somewhere in this forest. He and Sparrow send letters to the town north of here.”

“Ah,” Uthyr said. He didn’t know why that hurt his feelings. “I always wondered how you had coin to pay for things like letters and books with no employment. I suppose having riches in the family helps.”

“I have employment,” Crucius stated, offended. “My coin is my coin. Father would never let me starve, but he hasn’t supported me since I was old enough to support myself.”

Uthyr leveled a skeptical look at him. “And what exactly do you do?”

“What do you mean what do I do? You saw it in my house.”

They stared at each other, Crucius’ eyebrows raised expectantly. 

“You truly don’t know what I do.”

“You make tea,” Uthyr said, irritably. “And read books. I assume you occasionally sleep. Though, I suppose not well enough to be paid for it.”

Crucius laughed. “Don’t be rude.”

Another long silence.

“Translations, Uthyr,” Crucius said. “I work for a businesswoman in Crescaeya. I’m sent documents with half a payment. I translate them, send them back and then receive the other half of my pay.”

“There’s truly enough need in Crescaeya to send for translations this far south? It’d be faster to swim to Alilux. Against the channel.”

“Who said the documents are in Lucian?”

“What language do you translate, then?”

“Depends on the document.”

“How many languages do you speak?”

Crucius thought about that. “Only speak? Or read in as well?”

“Gods.”

“I know Bhréchin Handsign, too. Does that count as speaking?”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

Crucius’ smile was soft, out of place on his lips. Something wistful veiled his gaze. Gently he said: “Please be safe.”

Uthyr sobered. “I will. You too.”

“I came by to give you this,” Crucius said, breaking eye contact and handing off a small drawstring bag made of emerald green velvet. “If you ever need passage, if anyone blocks your path forward and you can't sway them to move, use this. I promise they won‘t fail to get out of your way.”

“What is it?” Uthyr asked. Before he could open the bag, Crucius pressed it deeper into his palm, his other hand cupping the bottom of Uthyr's.

“It comes with a price,” Crucius said, his voice so hard, it could mortar gravel. “Do not take it out until you have use of it. Don’t use it unless you absolutely must. I will answer no questions about it. I know it’s much to ask, but please trust me.”

“I—” Uthyr didn’t know what to say. “I trust you.”

Crucius nodded, his jaw working. “They won’t answer to me, but I’ll pray to the gods to keep you safe. Never lose sight of your virtues. Never forget who you serve. Stand strong.

“And farewell,” Crucius added at the end. He leaned forward, pressed a kiss upon Uthyr’s brow, then released his hands and left the hut without turning back. Uthyr stood stunned, the skin where Crucius’ lips touched feeling colder for the loss.

“Farewell,” Uthyr whispered in his friend’s wake, once he’d recalled how to breathe. The bag in his hands was heavy, heavier than he thought it ought to be. His hut was empty. Would be emptier still when he left. A lump formed in his throat.

Stand strong.

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Alright and I'm tagging: @mx-ryder (get WIP motivated IDIOT (complementary)) @spideronthesun @seastarblue @illarian-rambling

[gawrkin]

Marwnad Madawc or The Death-song/Elegy of Madawg

(Note: Uffern means Inferno/Hell)

[kationella]

You know what, guys? You're right.

The tales of Garth's children do sound like they were the mythology from pre-Pact Reach, with the "founders" being the original gods of the region, later adapted to make them not gods but mortal heroes like so many mythologies in our world.

I mean, we have the fertility god + king of the gods + dying-and-rising god + primordial teacher (Garth), the divine twins (Harlon and Herndon), the golden apple (Rowan Gold-Tree), the little people (Children of the Forest), the trickster (Florys the Fox), the horned deity (Bors the Breaker) and more.

Heck, for all we know the original nobles were priests of a specific deity before the Pact was made and they adopted the Old Gods from the Children of the Forest. Of course, some names were forgotten like the "king of the bees" or the lover and "rich rival" from Rowan's tale.

[cain-e-brookman]

hello, im also trying to get back into the writeblr thing lol so far the tags have been a great place to find new blogs, so i'll throw mine in too!

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

[thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny]

More Uther (in blue) and Merlin (in green) being adorable teenage boyfriends cuz I'll always be OBSESSED with them (my versions of them anyways.

(credit for pose reference goes to Kibbitzer): https://www.pinterest.com/pin/572590540140113917/

[cain-e-brookman]

If Uthyr had known the end of the world would make his hydrangeas wilt, he would have been prepared a week ago for what was coming.

the first line of my WIP has been the same since i started with a paragraph as a writing practice. the first scene is Uthyr in his garden, using his magic to heal his hydrangea plants (in his words, "foolish and sentimental given they were likely going to die anyway,") before being strong-armed into having tea time with Crucius. The chapter ends with Crucius mentioning the wind has changed, ("It tends to do that." "Not like this. Something's different.") It ends with Uthyr shaking his head, brushing it off, and going about his business.

I wanted to have a calmer opening chapter that had enough of a question to hook while also highlighting the life Uthyr leads and the values he holds. Since--as a healer--Uthyr isn't running off into valiant battle, I thought it was more fitting to show what was truly at stake within the story.

“The wind?” he asked. “What an odd thing to say.” He shook his head. Cabbage. Then his carrots. His tomato starts had probably grown enough to transplant as well. They’d need to get into the ground soon. Maybe if he was quick about it, he could take a walk down to the creek. He’d been watching the life cycle of the spotted frogs since spawning, greeting the first signs of legs on the pollywogs. When they were fully grown, he’d take a summer night by the water to listen to their first song. His father once told him the completion of change held a beautiful type of magic. The kind that inspired light and courage in even the most fragile of hearts.  Uthyr hoped to capture some of that magic for himself.

We're hitting rewind today! Let's hear about the start of your story! Tell me about the opening scenes of your story!

[visenyaism]

ooo great bastard oc ive got one. uthyr sand is the son of a member of the dornish emissary party to the red keep, his mama is jaina fowler.

because of mainland beliefs on dornish promiscuity no one ever believed that uthyr was aegons bastard, just a generic sand, and he DOES have a complex about it. hes might be acting as the fowler regent during the events of the story. what happened to the rest of the fowlers? dont woryy about it hes acting lord of the princes pass

he has NO political backbone and hell declare for whichever side agrees to legitimize him, and im leaning Targ since i think forcing Daeron to legitimize his own brother is fun psychological warfare.

Love a leaf in the wind political opportunist ass bastard this is so choice. He and his mom having to constantly advocate that he is a for real Targaryen and just fighting uphill the whole time is so good

[mirielsart]

Been a while since I've drawn my version of Merlin/Myrddin.

A few headcanons: - failed Antichrist - Uther/Uthyr's younger half-brother - studied in Rome - he files the horns down until he's well into his 30s, then he stops bothering

[gingersnaptaff]

Posting this here for anybody interested but this is the Llacheu story I was working on and posting snippets of on here! Tagging: @shellyseashell @girlwholovesherwords @mordred-galahad in case u wanna read it!

[cain-e-brookman]

Incorrect Quotes

this is so much fun, thanks for the tag @spideronthesun!

Tagging: @eternalwritingstudent @illarian-rambling and @skullduggeryandfilibuster

Rules: Use this link to generate quotes.

Silas: I bet you’re wondering why I gathered you here today. It’s because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren’t getting along with other people in this room. Crucius: Why did you say that so vaguely? Tavi and I are literally the only people you called in here.

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Uthyr: You remind me of the ocean. Crucius: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Uthyr: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

--

Crucius: Tavi, I need some advice. Tavi: You need advice from ME? Crucius: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

--

Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and- Silas: No returns. Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

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Hesperos: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Uthyr Maybe a bit tipsy? Crucius: Drunk. Silas: Wasted. Tavi: Dead.

--

Hesperos: Uh. . Hey, Felix, i uh, I’ve been stabbed. Uthyr: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU? Hesperos: Wait- You aren’t Felix. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you- Uthyr: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M COMING THERE. I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THAT'S BEEN STABBED.

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Hesperos: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Hauk: You and me! Hesperos: *tearing up* Ok.

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Hesperos: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold? Crucius: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

[gawrkin]

Would any of Arthur's kid inherit his surname like modern children do?

Well, no.

First, Arthur doesn't have a surname. He's just called King Arthur, or just Arthur. The Welsh call him Arthur ap Uthyr. (We'll get to this later)

"Pendragon" is not a surname. It's an epithet. Its a title or appellation given to a significant Military figure.

Pendragon or Ben Ddraig literally means "Head Dragon" but figuratively means "Warrior Chief"

Ben = Head = Leader Ddraig = dragon = (strong) warrior

Second, Arthur isn't actually called Pendragon in the stories. It's a modern thing by writers under the assumption that Pendragon was a surname.

Pendragon is strictly Uther's epithet alone. He's the only one who is called "Pendragon" in any literary work, save only one other person mentioned in the Welsh Triads - a mysterious figure named Gwen Pendragon, who imprisoned Arthur for three days.

Finally, pre-modern times, most people didn't really have surnames in the first place, outside of specific cultures like Roman and Chinese. People in those days identified themselves with their parents or their home village:

Leonardo Da Vinci or Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci = Leonardo, son of Piero from Vinci Arthur ap Uther = Arthur son of Uther Gwenhwyfar ferch Gogfran Gawr = Guinevere daughter of the Giant Gogfran Hervor Angantyrsdottir = Hervor, daughter of Angantyr Yeshua ben Yosef = Joshua son of Joseph Saladin or Salah ad-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub = Righteousness of the Faith, Yusuf son of Ayyub

[dubiousartiste]

Going for round 4.

Fourth character for my IRL campaign. XD Need my characters to stop dying. XD

Uthyr the Healer!

[riverlark]

King Arthur: The Catalyst Cycle

Working backwards;

Mordred turns on Arthur because he puts out a hit on Loholt

Arthur does this because Merlin convinced him Loholt was Lancelot’s son, not his.

Merlin does this because he wants Mordred to inherit Arthur’s full estate/assets, instead of having to split it with Loholt. (Because Mordred is Merlin’s son.)

So what Arthur should have done is had the test results Merlin presented him with verified by a second physician, but because he 1.) trusts Merlin, and 2.) Merlin has been tampering with his Dossel to leave him emotionally unstable, instead he decides to punish Gwen and Lancelot by having Loholt killed.

So…

I need to hash out the Arthur-Gwen-Lancelot triangle in some way that works in my setting.

Let’s say; Mars has something of a population problem. Birth rates are lower than they should be, and some people just can’t have children with each other for reasons scientists and physicians are still trying to pin down. They’ve figured out how to test for who can and can’t, but not why or how to fix it. So most marriages are, in a throwback to olden times, about property and heirs.

Lancelot and Gwen were childhood sweethearts with big dreams of escaping a life in one of the water processing cities to found their own ranch/homestread, but in order to get the money to purchase land of their own they had to contract out to provide heirs for wealthier families. Lancelot contracted with the Corbenics (Questling farmers), Gwen with the Kings (Dragon breeders).

But Lancelot had to wait for Elaine to come of age, and Arthur wanted a son, not just an heir, he wanted Loholt raised on his ranch.

Which was just fine, Uthyr got an extra ranch hand he didn’t have to pay beyond room and board, Lancelot got a free apprenticeship with one of the most successful dragon breeders in the business, and Arthur and Lancelot become good friends over the years.

So that’s the household Mordred grows up in, Arthur and Lancelot are running the ranch, after Uthyr’s passing, while Merlin and Gwen manage the household side of things; now joined by Elaine, who has developed an infatuation with Lancelot, and even knowing he’ll never love her back, wants their son to know his father.

Cleaning up my notes on Mordred’s parentage; Arthur knows Mordred is his nephew, Morgana’s son, but nobody knows/cares who Mordred’s father is. She was a troubled child who went off the deep end in her teen years, no one was particularly surprised she got pregnant. When she couldn’t nurse him Hlot took him back to the King ranch, where he was raised/kept alive but not really loved, until Gwen came along and adopted him.

The son of Morgana, called the son of Arthur, since Arthur conceded to put him in the will and take him as his Squire, but it’s Gwen who is Mordred’s family. Gwen and Loholt.

(And now Elaine, and the soon to be born Galahad.)

[tiodolma]

According to the Welsh Triads (a poetic compilation in groups of three), Uther Pendragon is said to be the creator of one of the three great enchantments of the Island of Britain, which he taught to Menw ap Teirgwaedd. While the enchantment itself is not described, Menw appears in other stories as a magician-knight in Arthur's court, most notably "Culhwch and Olwen". The Other Great Enchantments were created by Math ap Mathonwy and Rudlwm the Dwarf. Notably, Merlin is largely absent in these triads except as a bard. It seems Uther was originally a Wizard-king (per Celtic Standards of Heroism) like his brother, Aurelius Ambrosius.

oh wow this is fascinating

http: //norin77.50megs.com/triads.htm

Uther is in

TRIAD 28

Three Great Enchantments of the Island of Britain:

The Enchantment of Math son of Mathonwy (which he taught to Gwydion son of Don), and the Enchantment of Uthyr Pendragon (which he taught to Menw son of Teirgwaedd), and the Enchantment of Gwythelyn/Rudlwm the Dwarf (which he taught to Coll son of Collfrewy his nephew).

http:// mistshadows.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-transformation-of-uther-pendragon_9.html

so there is a piece of work which said Uther Pendragon taught magic/enchantment to Menw

Moreover Book of Taleisin clues us that he was probably a shapeshifter who could turn into some kind of fox or comet "gorlassar" or gorlois

We need to take another look at the relevant lines of "Marwnat Vthyr Pen" (Elegy of Uther Pendragon, Book of Taliesin), where the hero calls himself gorlassar: It is I who commands hosts in battle: I’d not give up between two forces without bloodshed. It’s I who’s called the very blue [or, given the context, 'the great blaze, conflagration'; cf. Irish forlassar, from the intensive prefix plus lasar, 'fire, flame']: my ferocity snared my enemy. It is I who’s a leader in darkness: Our God, Chief of the Sanctuary, transforms me. It’s I who’s like ['eil' here means like/similar to, not 'second' - unless God is to be considered the 'first'] a candle/luminary [transf. star, sun, moon; fig. leader, hero] in the gloom: I’d not give up fighting without bloodshed between two forces.

sourced from this blog:

http:// mistshadows.blogspot.com/2020/02/uthers-star-and-comet-of-442-ad.html

there's a suggestion that "gorlassar" could be linked to Gorlois.

.........

tbf i wouldnt be suprised if merlin got reinvented by monmouth by merging the welsh triad (possible actual shapeshifter) uthyr pendragon + aurelius ambrosius + the warlord bard Myrddin who famously got mad in the forest.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Heddwyn Pritchard

The Cyhyraeth Duke of C.R.C Heddwyn Pritchard (2020)

The second eldest son of Maeve, and grandson of Naoise, Heddwyn. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a poetic and hearty father.

"Wrestling runs in my blood."

Name

Full Legal Name: Heddwyn Neil Meallán Uther Pritchard

First Name: Heddwyn

Meaning: Derived from Welsh 'Hedd' 'Peace' and 'Gwyn' 'White, Blessed'.

Pronunciation: HETH-win

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Heil, Meallán, Uther

Meaning(s): Neil: From the Irish name 'Niall', which is of disputed origin, possibly connected to the old Celtic root 'Nītu' 'Fury, Passion' or the Old Irish word 'Nia' 'Hero' Meallán: From Old Irish 'Mellán', derived from 'Mell' meaning either 'Pleasant, Delightful' or 'Lump, Ball' combined with a diminutive suffix. Uther: From the Welsh name 'Uthyr', derived from Welsh 'Uthr' meaning 'Terrible'.

Pronunciation(s): NEEL. MYA-lan. OOTH-er

Origin(s): Irish, Scottish, English. Irish. Welsh Mythology, Arthurian Romance

Surname: Pritchard

Meaning: From Welsh 'Ap Richard' meaning 'Son of Richard'.

Pronunciation: PRIT-chard

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Cyhyraeth Duke, Heddwyn Pritchard

Reason: This is Heddwyn's ring name

Nicknames: None

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 21

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: February 21st 1999

Symbols: Banshees, Cyhyraeths, Ghosts, Crowns

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Theme Song: 'Fields of Athenry - Dropkick Murphys (2017-)

Voice Actor: Elis James

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'5" / 195 cm

Weight: 208 lbs / 94 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Sparse

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 5

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Triple, Both), Eyebrow (Double, Both), Tragus (Both), Nasallang, Cyber Bites

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Adam Nye, Roger Nye, Macario Marino, Joseph Winter, Enrico Di Napoli, Padrig Llewellyn, Fabian Rhydderch, Macaulay Rhydderch, Pace Rhydderch, Hale O'Hannigan, Walker Rhydderch, Conan Pritchard, Neil Pritchard, Glyn Pritchard, Joshua Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Eithne Pritchard

Mentor: Conall Pritchard

Significant Other: Eithne Pritchard (22, Wife, Née McCulloch)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Conall Pritchard (51, Father), Maeve Pritchard (50, Mother, Née Rhydderch)

Parents-In-Law: Declan McCulloch (52, Father-In-Law), Eireann McCulloch (53, Mother-In-Law, Née Blanchard)

Siblings: Conan Pritchard (30, Brother), Eira MacThaoig (27, Sister, Née Pritchard), Seren Mathieson (24, Sister, Née Pritchard), Tegwen Pritchard (18, Sister), Neil Pritchard (15, Brother), Owena Pritchard (12, Sister), Glyn Pritchard (9, Brother), Joshua Pritchard (6, Brother), Ulyssa Pritchard (3, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Brighid Pritchard (31, Conan's Wife, Née MacKenzie), Cillian MacThaoig (28, Eira's Husband), Conn Mathieson (25, Seren's Husband), Antoniy McCulloch (19, Eithne's Brother), Judda McCulloch (16, Eithne's Sister), Asen McCulloch (13, Eithne's Brother), Pharaildis McCulloch (10, Eithne's Sister), Blagoy McCulloch (7, Eithne's Brother), Roza McCulloch (4, Eithne's Sister), Bogdan McCulloch (1, Eithne's Brother)

Nieces & Nephews: Aonghus Pritchard (10, Nephew), Caoilfhionn Pritchard (7, Niece), Clodagh Pritchard (4, Niece), Ardghal Pritchard (1, Nephew), Brendan MacThaoig (7, Nephew), Damhnait MacThaoig (4, Niece), Brian Mathieson (4, Nephew), Cairbre Mathieson (1, Nephew)

Children: Fiadh Pritchard (1, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Anglesey, Wales

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Naoise Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Managers: Eithne Pritchard

Wrestlers Managed: Eithne Pritchard

Debut: 2017

Debut Match: Heddwyn Pritchard VS Conall Pritchard. Heddwyn won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler / Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2017-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly-To-Back Suplex, Bulldog, Figure-Four Leglock, Inverted Atomic Drop, Low Blow, Multiple Jabs, Poking / Raking Opponent’s Eyes, Running High Knee Strike, Big Boot, Atomic Drop, Backbreaker Rack, Diving Overhead Chop, High Knee, One-Armed Body Slam, Piledriver, Running Big Boot, Running Leg Drop, Vertical Suplex Powerslam

Finishers: Sleeper Hold, Jumping Knee Drop, Top Rope Jumping Knee Drop

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Heddwyn Pritchard of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Maeve dies Heddwyn will have a 1/560th ownership of the promotion. Heddwyn is a 'Cyhyraeth Style’ (Brawler/Hardcore) trainer. He’s mostly Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note