Gwenna was born in 724 A.D. on the border of England and Wales. Her parents were nothing more than farmers that eeked a living from the land with what little they could. Gwenna was sired in the year 741 A.D.. She learned on her own to care for herself and survive after her sire left her for dead or so she believed. One eve she was gathering water from the nearby stream, for her husband and small son when a stranger came to the hut and killed her husband. Gwenna heard the screams and dropped the bucket to runhead long into the midst of the bloodshed. She saw the stranger lift her infant son from his crib and sink huge teeth into the screaming boys neck.
She tripped over the corpse of her husband and tried to stop the monster from killing her son. He turned on her,eyes glowing and errie red with blood running from his lips. She felt him drag her up and holding her under the arms he slammed his teeth into her neck as she fought to her death.Her heart slowed and she sank to the floor, moments later she opened her eyes to see someone standing over her pressing something against her lips bidding her to drink. She fought and the vitae burned her lips and tongue as it flowed into her throat. She woke the next time digging herself from a shallow grave in the woods, the cool breeze blowing across her dirty face and a hunger digging at her. Gwenna was now Gangrel of the seventh step from Caine the Father. A proud and lone clan that out numbered even the Brujah in men and strength.
Gwenna lived a life of solitude until she was forced to sire a young girl. She taught the girl what she could and they became family. Until the Anglish invaded the area and Mithras sent his men to capture her and her chylde. Because she refused to give the mightly Ventrue pig what he demanded her chylde was killed before her and she was drained and left for the sun. She melded one with the ground and from that day forth hunted her chyldes killers. She joined the Scottish in their fight against the Anglish and fought with William Wallace, learning to trust and admire the man for his wisdom and prowess and learning more to hate the Anglish after they killed him.