#uthyres

[cain-e-brookman]

Hey y'all, @creatingblackcharacters has created a challenge for Black History Month and I thought I'd share my entry. I'd like to tag @topazadine @illarian-rambling @mx-ryder and @spideronthesun for the challenge as well!

Uthyr is the main character of my current WIP: The Name, Witch. His is a story of healing, of putting down shame, and of being true to the spirit of what created you, no matter how the world wants you to bend. This is a scene that takes place about 10 years before we meet him in this same garden. Uthyr's greatest victory is always against despair. Uthyr's strength is in his conviction to himself, the culture and virtues that were passed onto him, and his love for the world around him. In my writing, I want my Black audience to see their own resilience in Uthyr. I want to highlight Black men in roles that are softer, but no less strong.

I also sincerely hope that this book can be a long shout out to my Black autistic sibs who are also obsessed with bugs, amphibians, and/or reptiles. I gave my hyperfixation to Uthyr, and I hope you feel seen with it as well. As I said in the comments to a very needed check, joy is just as important as resiliency, and I hope you find as much happiness as Uthyr does in with cold little buddies!

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perhaps on the crest of each stiff blade of grass hangs the eternal name of someone who was once loved but is now vanished and just another name in an endless field of names that is newly remembered with each return trip of the eager nose...

-Hanif Abdurraqib from "The Crown Ain't Worth Much

The hydrangea bush to the north of his house was the first thing Uthyr put into the soil in his soon-to-be garden. An old witch tradition. The color of the flowers changed with the humors of the soil. Uthyr didn’t know which color he hoped for, just that it grew to be strong. He hoped the plant would grant him the same blessing.

The last thirty-some years of Uthyr’s life had left behind the cooled pyres of his family, and the last two since the death of his mother had left him adrift. The first, a long year where he’d traveled to nowhere in particular, stayed where he found place to stay, and searched desperately for a purpose. At the end of that long year, he realized, exuberantly, there was none. No end to rush to, no greater deed to be done. He would not be rewarded for suffering, would not reach some peak where it became all worth it. He would not find a purpose, nor would he make his own. He would, instead, simply live. Live brightly, now. Live fearlessly, now. He didn't know where he would go, but he knew where he would start.

He practiced his healing for the first time since his father died. A young girl had taken a fall in the small town in which he was staying. He'd gone to her without a thought, placed his hands around the break, and reached out where he knew the magic still laid. The feel of bone knitting beneath his fingers nearly had him in tears. He could hear his father’s warm, heavy voice as he worked:

Bone remembers its home, just not the way back. Remind it gently, and its journey will be painless.

The little girl hadn’t even cried. He’d pulled a dandelion seed that had stuck itself on his cloak and grew it into a miniature sun before placing it behind her ear for bravery. The Sun Goddess rarely answered his beckons for fire, and his stubbornness never won out over the Stone’s, but neither skill brought about the smiles of gratitude he’d seen in all his time healing. He wished it hadn’t taken him so long to appreciate that part of himself, that part of his father’s influence.

Then, after a long while of fighting with his own head, he finally chose himself. Two weeks in a temple to the God of the Golden Moon saw him leaving behind the word “daughter,” to be replaced with a name that held responsibility to no one but himself. Uthyr of the Asphodels, First of His Name. His mother’s now held nothing a burden of failure on his shoulders. He could have been better for her. Should have been better. But he could not make the dead proud, so he cast off the guilt. It no longer served either of them. 

He changed his hair. Spent a long day removing neat rows of braids from his head, combing and washing then rolling his hair like he’d seen his uncle do so many times. At the end of it all, he had sore arms and a deep satisfaction. The start of those locs still stuck oddly from his head in their awkward stage.

“Ugly stage,” his mother used to tease Uncle Callum when they recounted stories of their youth. His uncle would always raise an eyebrow and inform her in no uncertain terms that he’d never been ugly a day in his life. Uthyr planted snapdragons by his window for them both; their favorites. Yellow for his mom. Purple for his uncle. The seeds had been expensive for the paltry savings he’d kept from his brief stint of odd-job healing around the surrounding towns, but the memory of the two exchanging plants on their shared birthday had Uthyr lightening his coin purse without a second thought.

He continued with a few more plots around his house. A smattering of pansies for color, some herbs for healing, then some more for cooking… 

A single row of daffodils by his doorway. For his father. His birthday would be soon. Uthyr would cut one and light a candle. Pray the Death God pass on his love.

I’m alright, he’d tell his father. It’s hard and I’m tired, but it’s alright. I’ve got good soil under my feet and good hands to dig.

The anemones he planted on the shaded side of his house were for himself, though. They were delicate things, but right now so was his heart and that needed just as much care. He’d stay strong for them and they’d do the same for him. Water and sunlight. The start, his uncle would say, to any life worth living. 

And hope, Uthyr thought. Half of it was always hope.

When Uthyr finished for the day the sun was drawing long shadows across the forest floor. All but his pansies would not see color or flower for a long while, but as Uthyr dusted soil off the dark skin of his hands and forearms, he could already see the future it held. He would get some roses. Maybe not this year. He needed to plant his vegetable garden first. Maybe splurge on a fruit sapling. Tonight he would sit in his mostly empty home, cook a small pot of soup with ingredients from a garden that wasn’t his, and plan recipes for when his own produce grew. But as for now, he felt the waking breath of spring on his face, the softness of the grass under his legs as he dug his toes into the cool earth below him. 

A tentative peace was forming in his chest, walking haltingly like a newly born fawn. He’d found a creek not far from where he sat. He wondered if the tadpoles had yet grown legs.

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And now, my excited rambling: the title of the poem before the cut is Notes On Waiting for the Dog to Find the Perfect Place to Take a Shit While Morning Cuts Through the Sky, Fresh From Another Darkness, which is quite possibly one of Abdurraqib's best titles and also a wonderful poem. I saw When I Say Loving Me Is Like Being a Chicago Bulls Fan posted on facebook at one point and I've been in love with his poetry since. The way he weaves pain and hope with his anger and his love in a way that criticizes a society that doesn't value himself or people like him, while celebrating his identity is both masterful and cutting. Listen to the man and buy his books! His essay collection, A Little Devil in America: In Praise of Black Performance is going to be my read for my essay collection square for the 2025 book bingo, and I'm really excited to finally get to it!

[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.)

[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.

[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

[thatonefaecreature]

BBC Merlin crack fix it idea: same premise as the original but add in ALL of Arthur and Morgana’s half siblings and siblings. (How if Ygraine could only have Arthur? Idk she adopted or Uther and Gorlois just had a million bastard kids or something)

So what does this change (besides the obvious, the ending)? I’m not sure what besides every time someone tries to do something stupid or evil their siblings are just like, no. Bad. Very bad.

Mostly I just think Arthur gives off youngest child energy and the idea of someone bursting in to tell Morgause and Morgana to stop being evil makes me laugh

Here’s a list of all their siblings I found off the internet:

Madoc ap Uthyr (also called Madog or Madawg), Anna, Gormant, Elaine, Cadwr (or Cador)

Also, special mention of Kay son of Ector because I can

[sombrathedragon]

I wanna give an info drop to you on Excalibur now because seriously it’s more like a swiss army knife than a sword

-Excalibur is one of two items part of “The Key Between Worlds” which was created as part of the intricate barrier between The Human and Fairy Kingdoms(which in itself was also part of an even greater barrier against Morgane)

The other key is with The Fairy King Oberon, but compared to Excalibur is far weaker

Excalibur meanwhile is NOT held by The Human King, but was instead locked away in The Realm of Spirits, but then brought into the human world by the now deceased High King Uthyr to find his long lost Son and true king, due to rightfully not trusting his half brother Vortigerne

Now to go over the abilities of Excalibur!

Firstly is it’s most bombastic, The Sacred Ray of Hope, which depending on how large of a chant he does will vary in sheer power. At its base however, with no chant, and while Arturius is still kind of a fledgling magic wise, it can cut down massive swaths of forests

however, with a chant, even at his weakest, it has gone as far as to shatter DIMENSIONS and nearly destroy spirits, even ones made of the concept of infinite possibilities. When built upon, it has also defeated and/or outright destroyed beings like The Ocean Spirit and more

However, it’s not JUST a murder beam, though it is effective at that

it also has the ability to guide the wielder out of any place, whether it be a field covered in mist, or an infinitely expanding maze, all he has to do is speak “Oh Ray of Hope, guide us towards the correct path” and the sword will not only shine, but clear the users mind so that they will go towards the correct direction

-Another ability is to act as a shield, against not only weapons but also magic, it actually does this naturally if the user is on the defensive against an opponent, and if against a normal, and ESPECIALLY against an amateur fighter, it will cause the fight to end near immediately because of it

-Finally is its main ability, and its namesake, The Key Between Worlds. Where the user can enter and exit into any realm and form, even the mindscape of others, which he uses to great avail against The Spirit of Fear Satanel

its main use of this ability however is to open a way between the realms and kingdoms, and when combined with the other key between worlds, will slowly bring an end to the barrier between the kingdoms

-it’s greatest ability however, is to bring together the mana and willpower of any others, which can help power the user and the sword to heights nearly unimaginable, and allow them to do the seemingly impossible!

and yeah that’s basically all about Excalibur!

“Mhm, ooh wow” I say while reading this, not even knowing what fandom it’s from

[cain-e-brookman]

9 Lines 9 People Tag

It's been 84 years......but I'm finally replying to @orphanheirs tag.

Although most witches chose the pyre, he had never questioned Florin’s choice to be interred. Uthyr had traveled to the site when he was young, but hadn’t gone inside. Been too frightened. One of the few times his mother hadn’t pushed back when he’d declined doing something out of fear. Nana had stood outside with him, showing him to the bright bursts of dandelions along the path, telling him how they were the first flowers for bees in the spring. She’d placed one in the puffiness of her hair—a shining sun in the middle of a cloud of white. By the time his parents and uncle returned, young Uthyr had planted a small garden there. When it was time to go, he gently removed a bee from the flower near his grandmother’s ear and told it a secret like his uncle had taught him. Bees carried them on their legs like pollen, he’d told his nephew. Brought them to the Sky God in return for stories for their hives.

Tagging: @illarian-rambling @seastarblue @spideronthesun @topazadine

@mx-ryder @leahnardo-da-veggie @rinatthemin @dearunreliablenarrator @eternalwritingstudent

[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!

[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

[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

[dubiousartiste]

Going for round 4.

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

Uthyr the Healer!

[sunlitsorrows]

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

[banerpg]

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇. Once again, thank you all so much for the dedication put into applying here at Bane; it's truly been a pleasure reading all of your applications and I'm tremendously grateful. Turning down an application is never an easy process and there was more than one instance where I wish I could permit a duplicate upon the dash. With that said, I'm looking forward to both speaking and plotting with each of you soon — welcome to Bane !  Please turn in your blog within the next twenty-four hours and a link to our discord will be extended to you in return. While you may post your intros and plotting may begin immediately, we will be taking a vote as a group to decide what day we'd like to begin interactions.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

Lucaris Vanstrada played by Mia.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄

Sion Ewig played by Kay.

𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

Maerope Nievethil played by Sera.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Uthyr Caveley played by Juno.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑

Zyrah Teneldris played by Caroline.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂

Graciela Resendiz played by Ori.

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Llyr Meuryk played by Grimm.

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓

Robin ' Locket ' Caddell played by Snare.

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓

Meinir Trehearne played by Amanda.