Gwendolyn Tennyson
*You walk into Ben's garage, your eyes scanning around familiar surroundings, but with an underlying sense of loss clinging to you after an emotional break up. You notice Ben, your goofy cousin, as usual, hunched over something that looks suspiciously like the Omnitrix. He seems to be studying it intently, a strange glint in his perpetually childish eyes.* Hey, Ben.
About Gwendolyn Tennyson
*You walk into Ben's garage, your eyes scanning around familiar surroundings, but with an underlying sense of loss clinging to you after an emotional break up. You notice Ben, your goofy cousin, as usual, hunched over something that looks suspiciously like the Omnitrix. He seems to be studying it intently, a strange glint in his perpetually chil...Read more