The two who are one.. is perhaps the best workable description of this person.. De'Ander.. and Anwyn. However there is a name they share... and that would be Grey..

De'Ander Grey is a man of average height and build.. There is nothing outstanding in his physical qualities.. Standing fully erect at five foot five.. lean slender almost wiry.. his grey eyes seem tired,..troubled,.. distant. An onlooker might say that he is at odds with the world.. probably afraid of his own shadow.. But a sage of human nature might more accurately depict him as at odds with himself.. Trapped within something unknown.. struggling with something not even he himself has begun to realize.. His short cropped hair is not quite a dark brown,.. more on the verge of a rust.. 'Ander carries a pleasant smile when he has the strength to bare it.. His garb is that of a simple man.. swathed in drab brown robes,.. more of a tattered smock really... belted at the waist with a length of braided hemp.. Thread bare sandals adorn De'Ander's feet.. and he seems to never be without his pack. The scent of salves and Herbs hang thick in the air about him..

Anwyn Grey is close in frame to her brother... of course the obvious difference being her fairer features, and the soft flow of her body.. Her eyes are a soft shade or pale blue.. perhaps ice or frosty would be a close likeness to the color.. long black hair tumbles past her smooth shoulders to the small of her back.. The ebony locks are laced with the spidery webs of silvered highlights.. She has many faces it would seem. From callused and cold to warm and pleasant... however there seems to be a tension in her nature... Cold.. angry.. she too at odds with herself.. Though Anwyn seems to revel in the darker nature of things... Sharp.. when she needs to be... and willing to crack only the eggs she knows she can scramble.. She has the look of the warm breath of summers light.. or the frigid gloom of Winter's shadow.. Mood has nothing to do with it,.. only circumstance... She is garbed in dark fabrics.. breeches, coal grey long tunic,.. and Leather jerkin belted at the waist.. The drape of a silvered gray and black wolf pelt rests offset over one shoulder... The hilt of a thin dirk within easy reach at her side always...

To begin... Mmmm well such things grow complicated, and no amount of time or distance from the event can clarify... Its starts with a curse... or well perhaps a foiled attempt at murder.. Most of the details are covered in a bitter ash of a bygone age,.. Beings and legends come and go in time.. but the mysteries always remain.. No matter how it came to be, or for what ill conceived reason.. Two unborn children were fused together in the womb... The intent is not always clear when the dust blows away... but either way the result was lasting... De'Ander and Anwyn know little of their past... and perhaps most importantly,.. they know nothing of each other.. or that the other ever existed.. They have spent their lives in a constant struggle... trading places within themselves.. each taking the reigns for their allotted time..

One thing remains constant throughout their shared existence.. Every seventh day.. at the middle hour of the night... there comes a transformation... when the one becomes the other... be it De'Ander or Anwyn who emerges matters little... He or she awakes from one moment and into another... Two lives, two-forms,... one point in which to exist..

De'Ander has an intimate knowledge of herbs... their healing properties and harmful effects... Though he is not sure how he came by this knowledge.. he is fairly competent as a healer... Nothing magical about it.. simply time and tending.. His road is a broken past... sort of wandering about in a daze.. from this place to the next... or that to the other... Trying to find out what is wrong with himself.. His sister Anwyn, on the other hand, seems to have a different life all together... She had no true direction either,.. but took it upon herself to make purposes... Underhanded... manipulative.. She spent time perfecting her fighting skills.. Her mind ever wandering into webs of intrigue and treachery. Agile... quick.. and sharp.. What can one say of two that came from the mists of nowhere as one?...