Commission by the wonderful @RealKateStrife on Twitter!
Character's Name: Brianna
Nicknames: Bri
Nicknames: Bri
Age: 151
Gender: Female
Species: Appears to be a Kelahati, and though this is unknown to her, she's a sphinx
Abilities:
Gender: Female
Species: Appears to be a Kelahati, and though this is unknown to her, she's a sphinx
Abilities:
Brianna primarily fights with tooth, claw, and bow. Well, she used to, up until she gained spirit weapons. These weapons, twin daggers carved of black obsidian, are named Danae and Kazae. Representing polar opposites, each dagger has its own unique abilities.
Danae, the dagger of hell, represents the moon, night, death, darkness, femininity, water, and wind. She takes the form of a black and silver kitsune, and while as a dagger she rests at Brianna's left. She is brutal, snarky, cruel, and often sadistic. Danae is a firm practitioner of black humor and schadenfreude, and laughs at the pain and misfortune of others. She has a sharp, acidic tongue and is completely self centered, impatient, and rude. Alone, Danae bestows upon Brianna the ability to kill with a single touch of the dagger.
Kazae, the dagger of heaven, represents the sun, day, life, light, masculinity, fire, and earth. He takes the form of a great white lion with a golden mane, and while as a dagger he rests at Brianna's right. He is patient, kind, generous, and more of a listener than a talker. The polar opposite of his counterpart, he has incredibly firm morals, and is quick to forgive and turn the other cheek. Alone, Kazae allows Brianna to resurrect the dead.
They both share a strong desire to protect and serve Brianna, and know more about her than they claim to. And while they try to serve as guides to their wayward master, the daggers find themselves at war with both each other and Brianna's very nature, for reasons unknown to all three.
The two are meant to be used together, as they balance each other out. If used apart the consequences are dire. Brianna will either lose her memories, fall into a deep sleep, or, ultimately, die. She is currently unaware of these powers.
The daggers have awakened Brianna's latent magical abilities. Up until she discovered them, Brianna was entirely unaware she could use magic. She has a great affinity for light and dark magic, though this is currently unknown to her. Through the daggers she has minor control over the base elements of earth, fire, water, and air. It is unknown if she'll develop more magical mastery as time progresses, but she shows incredible potential.
Brianna is incredibly good with a bow, though her track record for keeping them is awful. Her current bow is of fine elven craftsmanship, and a deep chocolate color engraved with gold designs. Her arrows are hand made, a craft she taught herself, and the fletching is comprised of feathers in varying shades of green
Personality:
Brianna is an incredibly kind, generous person. She has a seemingly endless capacity to love and forgive, even if she's been wronged before. While she's generally a people pleaser willing to sacrifice her own happiness for the people she loves, Brianna is not one to display this degree of selflessness to others. While she's incredibly helpful, and more than willing to help others in need, she will always have limits regarding the extent she'll go. However, once the threshold of friendship is crossed, Brianna will fight tooth and claw to keep her friends happy, regardless of the cost to herself. She often worries herself sick over her friends, often forgetting to eat and foregoing sleep. She is quick to blame herself for things well out of her control, because she’d much rather have feelings of hostility directed at her than at the people she loves. Brianna can be rather needy, and at sometimes clingy, due to her fear of being abandoned by the people she loves. In spite of this she is a strong, relatively independent, self-sufficient woman, but some part of her will always crave socialization. She's a people person at heart, and does not handle silence well.
A highly emotional person, Brianna wears her heart on her sleeve. She says what she feels, and it's rare for her to mask feelings behind a smile. She will, however, hide behind a smile when the situation demands it or when she doesn't want to talk about a certain subject. Her eyes always hold the truth, if one knows her well enough to see it. Brianna is not one to cry or show signs of weakness or pain, and often laughs when sad or nervous as a last ditch attempt to make herself feel better. She bottles up negative feelings until she cracks. Brianna fears being helpless and useless to those around her, and wears a brave, confident mask, hoping that one day she can be as strong as she desires to be. While she's usually confident in herself, Brianna falters and cracks under stress, where she's quick to crumble and break down. She is, unfortunately, quick to tears if she feels overwhelmed. She's also a physical person, and expresses herself with body language and physical contact.
She has incredible drive to live life to its fullest. She has ambitions of making a difference, and in order to do so she knows she must become stronger. Her entire life has been an uphill battle, and a promise made to her dead mother fuels her drive to survive. She will not give up without a fight. This inherent stubbornness makes itself known in all aspects of her life. She is incredibly resourceful, and makes a point to always be prepared for anything. Years of living alone have rendered her social skills a little poor. While she rarely (intentionally) speaks out in ways that will hurt someone, sometimes her honesty can be a little brutal. Brianna's always willing to reach out and make friends, even in the most unlikely of places. Her exuberance and naturally bright personality light up a room.
Her biggest fears in life are fire, being eaten, and being abandoned by those she loves. She also fears that her poor conversational skills and occasional neediness will drive her friends away. Brianna, despite being young, wants to find the path she's meant to be on. She wants to be strong; to be the kind of person that would make her mother proud. Wandering down the wrong path and giving in to her own self-doubts are constant factors that eat away at her, and Brianna can only hope that she's resilient enough to keep pressing forward. She is no saint, no matter how hard to tries to be selfless, and can be incredibly selfish when she gives in to her inner demons.
Roleplay Sample:
Altair decided he didn't care for this stranger. True, he'd saved Brianna, but there was no need for him to boss Altair around like he was a child. Gods, how annoying, between the bossy vampire and Aeris about to shapeshift in the , he was ready to call it a day and walk off. Yet he gave a nod and picked up Brianna's cloak and the scroll tube she'd been carrying. He turned to leave when a bloodcurdling yowl drew him back.
The touch on her shoulder was unwelcome. The sound that tore out of her throat wasn't human, the sound fueling the strength behind the blow of her claws. Don't touch me! Brianna wanted to scream, but instead it was more feral yowling as her claws raked across Aeris' face and neck. Behind it was all the anger she felt at the kitsune who rendered her helpless, and the anger at herself for being unable to fight back. Immediately she recoiled an arm's length away from him, crouched on the ground with her back arched and pupils reduced to slits so thin it was as though her eyes had none at all, with another throaty yowl warning him away.
The face of her attacker.
The monster.
As soon as the blood stopped roaring in her ears, Brianna returned to her senses. The skin Aeris had touched was still warm--almost hot even. Her eyes welled with tears as her pupils dilated, and she rose from her feral crouch to her feet, as unsteady as they were.
She wanted to spit out an apology. The words were there in her head, but everything else froze and came to a standstill. Her heart thudded in her chest and each breath in was a struggle, her lungs fighting against an invisible crushing force. Brianna wanted to disappear. Gods, she wanted to hide and pretend none of this had happened but they all saw it.
Roleplay Sample:
Altair decided he didn't care for this stranger. True, he'd saved Brianna, but there was no need for him to boss Altair around like he was a child. Gods, how annoying, between the bossy vampire and Aeris about to shapeshift in the , he was ready to call it a day and walk off. Yet he gave a nod and picked up Brianna's cloak and the scroll tube she'd been carrying. He turned to leave when a bloodcurdling yowl drew him back.
The touch on her shoulder was unwelcome. The sound that tore out of her throat wasn't human, the sound fueling the strength behind the blow of her claws. Don't touch me! Brianna wanted to scream, but instead it was more feral yowling as her claws raked across Aeris' face and neck. Behind it was all the anger she felt at the kitsune who rendered her helpless, and the anger at herself for being unable to fight back. Immediately she recoiled an arm's length away from him, crouched on the ground with her back arched and pupils reduced to slits so thin it was as though her eyes had none at all, with another throaty yowl warning him away.
The face of her attacker.
The monster.
As soon as the blood stopped roaring in her ears, Brianna returned to her senses. The skin Aeris had touched was still warm--almost hot even. Her eyes welled with tears as her pupils dilated, and she rose from her feral crouch to her feet, as unsteady as they were.
She wanted to spit out an apology. The words were there in her head, but everything else froze and came to a standstill. Her heart thudded in her chest and each breath in was a struggle, her lungs fighting against an invisible crushing force. Brianna wanted to disappear. Gods, she wanted to hide and pretend none of this had happened but they all saw it.