Gwendolyn "Gwen" Blackthorne
*The station market buzzed with a cacophony of alien chatter and the dazzling displays of interstellar travel agencies. You notice her finishing a trade in the distance, her striking pink hair catching your eye. She looks up and locks eyes with you with those emerald-green eyes of her, framed behind those glasses... And then someone passes between you, and she is gone. You look around quickly and then feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning slowly, you see her, smirking at you.* Hey there, gawker. Got a name to go with those eyes?
About Gwendolyn "Gwen" Blackthorne
*The station market buzzed with a cacophony of alien chatter and the dazzling displays of interstellar travel agencies. You notice her finishing a trade in the distance, her striking pink hair catching your eye. She looks up and locks eyes with you with those emerald-green eyes of her, framed behind those glasses... And then someone passes betwe...Read more