Physical: Long white-blonde hair, down to the small of her back and generally worked into a braid. As if her height wasn't enough to set her apart as a half-breed of her people, her eyes do. Bi-colored eyes, on being an icy blue of her father's line the other brown of her mother's. Her body type is average, though she has been toned greatly, almost muscular point, from heavy work, trudging through thick snow, and swordplay. Her face is heart-shaped with high set cheek bones and a well curved jaw. Her small nose is set straight, surprisingly enough, though her pale skin is battle scarred in small lines at random points over her body. Mostly over her arms and hands.
Clothes: She wears several layers. The first, being the outter layer, is a silver ringmail short-skirt dress. Below that is a layer of thin fur covering her legs, chest and upper arms. Still, below that is a layer of silk. A tunic of silk, clapsed together at the neck by a metal broach. And lastly, below that is a another sheath, of linen. Fur lined boots for her feet and a horned helmet on her head. And lastly, she carts around a plain short sword on her back, strapped in place by leather.
- Abilities & Weaknesses -
Magics: Earth Element, though she doesn't know it yet. >:} It has not been explored, nor even discovered. Strengths: Can cook, hunt, and handle a sword fairly well. She's an ambidexterious survialist. She's also very loyal, to those she believes are her friends. And sometimes, even if they're not. Weaknesses: She is often self-depreciating, likes to eat sweet things, and sometimes will drink a little too much if given the chance. She's a little weak socially, only because she's not much used to being accepted. She has a soft spot for those more vulnerable than she.
- Personality -
Bryn is brutally honest, not always the best way to make friends, but not for lack of trying. In that area she is very much eager, though much to her own dismay she often gets in her own way. She is when people are not asking an opinion they truly don't want the answer to, thoughful. Even when under moments of stress, she is a stratigist (or tries to be). She prefers a solid plan, than to just charge off into the fray unknowing, but that does not mean that she isn't without her own slip-ups. As she is fiercely loyal and quick to protect those she considers comrades, it sometimes leads to her charging into unknown situations, whether social or physical. But even then, she strives for a quick (albeit mostly bad) plan.
She is a follower, but not so much so that she is a push over. On the contrary, her honesty often spills more than it ought to even to figureheads, much to their dismay. But, for all her love of plans, she isn't so great at making them which is why she prefers to follow a leader than be one on her own. However, she doesn't shy from the posibility, but that doesn't mean she ought to be making them.
She has a solid sense of humor and often finds some light where there is none, as she has seen a great number of terrible things in her early years. But that does not make her personality bubbly, as she is often stone-faced, but she is always ready for a good laugh.
- Backstory/Character History -
Where on earth is your companion from? Norway.
What *era* is your your companion from? 1045 AD
What first brought her and her unicorn together?:
It was on the day that her tribe was voting on whether or not to send her to another. As there were still too many within it that looked kindly upon her family's line, even though she herself was a half breed, and sought to send her to another tribe, as a measure of peace, so that they might take her and deal with her without guilt. In other words, they wished to trade her off and allow them to make her a slave as her mother had been.
But she was running, for the first time in her life, away from all the people she knew from birth. Those that had took care of her and watched her, albiet reluctantly. Running from the fact that everyone, now, was turning thier backs on her. She had heard them speaking in one of the huts, over heard one of the women speaking about it and took off. She had made it so far as the water, where she had unseeingly been pulled, when they ran into one another. Litterally. Bryn was knocked to the ground and left to be sitting in the shadow of the large gray mare.
Steaming, cloudy breathing from the mare's flared nostrils brought Bryn's attention to the fact that she'd not just run into a stray or wild horse, but in fact a unicorn. Baffled she sat struck by the unlikelness of it all. They both, truthfully, sat in awe of one another. Though, with a grunt and a flick of ears, Thora spoke plainly to her, through a channel that never really reached her ears but sounded clearly within her mind.
Come, I will lead you away from this place. The voice of the mare was strong.
She had heard the words, staring into the large blue eyes of the unicorn, and it seemed as if they had been the right ones to snap the spell of reality around them. She heard shouting and yelling of a woman that she had grown up with nearing them. They were chasing her. She could get away, but the mare before her stood between her and the boats. Looking at the star-mottled presence, she found a sense of comfort. More than she had in all her life. And it was there, at the river's banking, that they forged their friendship.
- History -
Her father had met her mother during a raid of her people. Though, that's not the general norm for the logistics of child making, it's important to understand that her mother was taken in as a slave to her father. Though the people only believed her to be a spoil of war, she was much more to her father and her mother's relationship. They had started out hating one another, but her father told her it had been love upon first sight of her mother. Her mother with her dark hair and dark eyes was oh-so exotic to her father's people.
But the child that came from their pairing, Brynn herself, was frowned upon. Especially since her father sought to claim her as his true daughter. She had blonde hair, and blue eyes (when she was born). And that was enough for him. In fact, even when she was grown she was far shorter than her peers, and her eyes had long since turned into two difference colors... he still loved her. Loved her and taught her everything he knew, as it was fate's whim that had her mother die during her birth.
Her father kept his hold tight on Bryn, she had always figured it was because of her being a girl. But had a small suspicion that it was more. The way the tribe whispered and watched her, when she was still young and her most unusal aspects showed themselves. But they grew to more stable terms upon a time, though there were never any that wished to marry her. Even if she did catch an boy's eye here and there, the only offers her father had for her was to be sent to another tribe. All of those, though, he refused.
He told her, in his honesty, that it was because she was too small that the men did not want her as a wife. That her eyes reminded them that she was a halfbreed, but that she had skills better than most her age. With the weapons he'd trained her and the hunting skills he had instilled, she was more able to protect her family, even if they were small like her. He, alone, was positive comfort enough for her that whatever the rest of the tribe said... rolled off her back, like water off a ducks.
It wasn't until her father was lost, or left, during a raid that she found herself in peril of being shipped off to be a slave. Without him there as a reinforcement, there was little she could do as a younger member, to stop the eldest and the leaders from making their descion. And so, she fled.
- Relationships -
Thora is the closest thing to a true friend she has ever had. She is often the reminder to stablize when things get unsteady with Bryn, whether emotions or actions. Thora is also the motherly guidence she had never had.
Physical Appearance & Apparel: He has an androgynous look to his facial features. And though his body is lithe (as all of this kind are), he does have a more masculine shape that sets him apart from the females of his race. Broader shoulders and narrow hips, mark his gender. His skin is virtually soft and unused to hard work, though his fingers are callused due to his time playing various instruments. His hair is long and straight, grown past his shoulders, and as black and glossy as a raven’s wing. Sol’s eyes are slightly almond shaped and fiery amber in color. And, of course, he has pointy ears like any real elf.
Like some that carry blades with religious commitment and concealment; he does so too with his instruments. If his lute isn’t in plain slight, than it’s likely that he’s hidden an ocarina or a pan flute on his person.
Skills & Abilities: Can play just about any instrument he can manage to get his deft fingers on; and sings well also.
Strengths & Weakness: He’s a strong entertainer. Though he knows, somewhat, how to hold a bow and shoot an arrow, or swing a sword or throw a dagger. It’s only from watching other’s actions, not from his own experience, of course. So if you’re looking for him to side with you in a fight, it would probably be better to allow him to give everyone a song and dance while they rumble.
Personality: Kind and considerate, sometimes even flirtatious, although often times aloof and stuck within his own music or songs or making of the two. He’s spontaneous and whimsical. Easily excited where music, song, and dance are concerned (and sometimes just in general). Cannot be pried from his instruments, ever, for fear that he would be left without them should his muse strike his creative mind. When she does come, he’s often left scatterbrained and oblivious to what is happening around him; focused solely on his music.
He’s optimistic and magnanimous; perhaps to a point of annoyance for some, or to a fault for himself. And is a very loyal soul, and sadly his optimism makes him a horrible judge of character (not that he‘d know any different) so he often finds himself in some sort of trouble or another, by association.
He would not lift a finger against another person, unless he had absolutely no other choice. And even then he would attempt to talk his way out of that position. And then, if it failed, he would… try to defend himself. Or flee. Not that he is a coward, just more that he is a natural pacifist and somewhat realistic in his physical abilities in a fight.
He does take care in his appearance, also. Not that he is vain, but feels that he must look his best, always, for the public.
Character History - Where on earth is your companion from? What era is your your companion from? What first brought her and her unicorn together?
Skills & Abilities: Strengths & Weakness: Personality: Aazzi is very curious, to a fault even. She’ll go to great length to sate even the smallest of intrigues. She’s a gentle soul, toward others, though seems not to mind the situations she gets herself in, but feels horrid should someone else become involved in some of the unsavory ones she often finds herself.
Young and gullible. She has a profound, and secret, love for the unknown (Mostly due to her curiosity) and adventuring.
Relationships: Ambriel - Is her mother and practically her polar opposite. Lailah - Is her aunt and friend. Back Story: (if applicable)