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Brynelle

ArthropodEyes
 
    Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:52 pm
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Brynelle

BRYNELLE
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BASICS

RETIRE INFO: Character - Adopt
NAME: Brynelle
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Bi but more often with women

BIRTHDATE: Fall 2732
AGE: 40 as of 2767
LOCATION: High Reaches
OCCUPATION: Headwoman

APPEARANCE
EYES: dark brown
HAIR: dark brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 4", stocky build
PLAY-BY: Cheryl White
FULL APPEARANCE: Brynelle has wide dark brown eyes, mid-length dark brown frizzy hair usually tied back wth a cloth tie, and an engaging broad smile, when she can be coaxed into displaying it. She's short and stocky with callused hands and muscled arms used to lugging things around, whether sacks of grain from hold tithes or wood for the common area hearths in winter.

Brynelle wears practical work-a-day clothing, tending towards fur-lined leathers in winter and light-weight but durable linens in summer. At Gathers, if she's not been tapped as one of the organizers, she often puts up her hair in a brightly colored head wrap. In her more maudlin winter moods she sometimes can be seen wearing a very beat up, rather too large riding jacket over her regular garb.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Brynelle is slow to make connections with people, but when she does, they are for life. This leads her to be extremely loyal to the folks that she has let into her inner circle, even when they no longer deserve it. She is terribly afraid of loss, and equally afraid of commitment.

She dotes on young children and will spoil them something rotten, even when their parents don't approve, which is usually the case.

Brynelle is quite used to dragons of all sorts, being weyr-bred and raised, but she secretly-not-so-secretly believes that blues are the best; she is extra wary of bronzes for reasons that have nothing to do with their size (see: Golre). Golds are right out.

Brynelle is a good organizer and manager of other people and things. She can't manage her own affairs, especially emotional ones, worth a crap. She was lucky in her partners for a time, but that was before... everything happened.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Mother and grandmother living, Father and younger brother deceased
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches
HISTORY:
TW: Death, war, trauma

Brynelle, though weyrbred, never was interested in impressing a dragon or wher of her own. She was perfectly happy to let others do that. She was fostered to a family friendly with her parents, and she was delighted when her brother was born a few years later. She brought him toys and snuck him out to play when her mother wasn't looking, and generally made much over him.

As her brother grew up, they remained close. Her father passed away from illness, which made her bond with her brother even closer. When her brother stood for impression, she cheered him on from the stands, and after a few clutches he impressed a blue. Although his new duties as a rider did not leave him much time, they spoke together often, she telling tales of logistical nightmares from her work as one of the several people helping the Headwoman and her assistant, and he telling her of the trials and tribulations of weyrling training and later of training to fight thread, and of his first flight with the wing during Threadfall.

Her family was generally in disfavor, as were all those with blue and green riders; it was difficult for them all, under Golre's rule, but life went on.

Until The Conclave. The Conclave; everyone in Brynelle's circles said it in hushed voices with implied capital letters and you knew which one they meant. The one when X'tir was murdered, and Golre nearly so. And everything changed--for the worse.

She knew before her brother came to tell her, that it was time for him to get out, to get to safety. He left for Fort the very next day.

Her then-partner Gessen, a green rider, had already made the same decision and they had said their tearful goodbyes scarely two sevendays before. They had had a huge row over it. Gessen had insisted she come; she had insisted just as vehemently she would stay, to try to stave off harm for others that remained. In her post as a second-level assistant to the Headwoman she couldn't do much, but a little was better than nothing, even with Golre's cronies in the positions above her. Gessen had called her a fool; she had called Gessen a coward.

And then Golre launched her final attack against Fort. Dragon against dragon, weyr against weyr.

The battle was brutal. Some families were spared; her own was not.

The rider who came to High Reaches to bring the news, explained it in spartan terms. Her brother had felt it his duty to join the others in his wing when they were called to resist Golre's attack. One of Golre's bronzeriders had recognized him and had called aloud to others to 'avenge themselves on the traitor'. His death had been quick, though not painless. Would she come to take custody of the body?

Numbly she nodded. It wasn't real, it couldn't be real. She didn't believe it, couldn't believe it, until she saw for herself. In moments they were airborne, heading for Fort Weyr.

He lay before her, face miraculously untouched, though the body had been heavily ravaged by dragon claws. Someone had closed his eyes and placed his arms by his sides, but there was no disguising those deep wounds, any one of which would have cost him his life. All because he had impressed a blue; all because he had stood up for what was right and good and true. And now he was gone.

Brynelle raged. She raged against the other riders who hadn't kept him from harm. She raged against fate that had seen fit to take him from her before he'd hardly even lived. She raged against the High Reaches bronzeriders who had organized and and launched this attack. And above all, she raged at Golre. This death, as all of the deaths in this war, could be laid squarely at Golre's feet.

The idea came to her dimly, amidst her tears, of revenge. Golre would pay. She would find a way, she didn't need a dragon for that. She needed wits, patience, and a sharp knife. And an ally or two.

Someone came to her then, and put their arm on her shoulder. It was Gessen; Brynelle leaned into her, sobbing. "I'll kill her, I swear it, I'll kill her..."

"Shhh, shhh.... you can do nothing for him now. He's where no pain can reach him. And Golre's dead. We've won, did you hear? We've won." Gessen meant that Fort Weyr's defenders had won, that Golre had been defeated. But High Reaches? What had it won?

If this was winning, Brynelle didn't want to know what losing was.


It took half a Turn for Brynelle just to begin to get past her rage and bitterness, both at her loss and at revenge having been stolen from her. She returned to her duties as a second-level assistant to the Headwoman, finding that the daily work routine helped ease her pain, or at least keep her from dwelling on it quite so much. Soon it became clear that Golre's end meant the departure of a number of other people from former positions of power, the Headwoman and her assistant being among them.

Brynelle had expected someone else to step in and fill these roles. But there was no 'someone'. There was only work to be done and a desperate need for hands to do it. She found herself managing more and more of the day-to-day logistics and supplies of the weyr by default. When she was formally asked if she would step up to officially take on the role of Headwoman, she did not hesitate. She could honor her brother by doing this thing, by helping to rebuild the weyr the way he would have wanted it to be.

The old way of doing things, where a goldrider became Weyrwoman by virtue of dragon color and seniority, had led to tyranny, not just the oppression of entire categories of riders, but at the end, martial law applied to High Reaches' own cotholds. This must never be permitted to happen again. Brynelle threw her full support behind the newly formed Weyr Council when it finally took shape, believing firmly that this was the best way forward for everyone, riders and holders alike.
And the support of a Headwoman counted for something. She would make sure of it.
ArthropodEyes
 
    Tue Aug 21, 2018 1:47 pm
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FORTUNA
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BASICS

NAME: Fortuna
BIRTHDATE Late fall 2767
AGE: 00 as of 2767


APPEARANCE
COLOR: Gold
FULL APPEARANCE:
Fortuna is a sleek gold with elegant posture, whether perching or in motion. Her wings and tail are a light molten gold color, as is a stripe down the middle of her head; her body is a deeper gold.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Fortuna is a ferocious baby snake hunter , watchful of her territory, and alert to things that shift around in it. She is not aggressive towards strangers but neither is she particularly affectionate with them, though she can be bribed to act friendly if the bribe is an exceptionally nice treat. Fortuna will show hostility to people that Brynelle dislikes or is angry with; this is something Brynelle has to keep close tabs on.

Fortuna will happily deliver messages to people that are not in Brynelle's ill graces at the moment. She will often keep Brynelle company about her duties if not off hunting or sleeping; patrolling the area where her human is working.
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