Gwynn is a traceuse, and can often be found practicing parkour throughout the city.
She's a sports fanatic, and is game for a pickup game of... pretty much anything!
Pick a fight and she'll tear you apart.
Gwynn is homeless, and usually hangs around the worst parts of town.
Word is that she hasn't met the lock that can keep her out.
“He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” -- Samuel Johnson
Gwynn is around 5'6" and is a wee slip of a thing. Her body is lean and muscled in a way that suggests both athleticism and hard living. She has a long neck, and her round face is set with firm lips, an aquiline nose, and distrusting eyes. Her wavy brunette hair is shaved down the sides leaving only brown stubble, and styled into a rough mohawk on top. Her eyes are brown.
She's dressed in army surplus BDU pants in the black/grey/white of urban camouflage. A simple grey tank top covers her torso, and a worn black leather jacket is thrown over that. All of her clothes have a threadbare quality, like they've been washed too many times. Road dust seems to be ground into them at the molecular level. A pair of well-traveled black boots cover her feet; the kind you wear when you actually have somewhere to go, and don't give a shit about fashion statements.