Leofwine Æðelwulf Circe

A lithe man with stark white short hair and bright red eyes. Leofwine has a gold tooth between his left canine and front tooth. He wears what equates to a long sleeved jumpsuit with leather chaps over top of them along with a leather pauldron for protection. Leofwine wears black half palm gloves at most times.

The flirty quartermaster of the Mindcraft who has a terrible sweet tooth. Often seen not where he should be, doing not quite he should be doing. Despite that, Leofwine always gets the supplies required with time to spare, determined to be good at his job, just on his own schedule. Came to be aboard the Mindcraft three months ago by franticly asking for passage anywhere, willing to work as payment, and has found he rather likes life in the sky. Not against pulling one over on someone else if it means that Leofwine gets something out of it. Often heard calling anyone from friends to strangers to enemies "darling", "love", or any number of similar nicknames. He is an avid fan of the worst romance and pulp novels anyone has ever read.