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Briarin
Briarin
| Name | Briarin |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | None |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | No permanent residence. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | ((WIP)) Not seventeen years has Briarin seen pass, but the weight of so few winters seems unnaturally heavy on her shoulders. Her figure, had her life been kinder, would be slender, perhaps even pretty, but hunger and toil have left her small and wiry.
Her flame-red hair is cropped unevenly, as if cut in a hurry. A thin scar mars the right cheek of her freckled face, and similar scars can be seen on her hands and, when not hidden by sleeves, her arms. Her pale green eyes look silvery under some light, and are quick to catch the smallest detail. Her voice is small and hoarse, sounding as if she is constantly on the edge of loosing it. |
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Background
Coming soon.
| Friends | None yet. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None yet. |
| Loves | Music, especially bagpipes, horses, good food and peace to eat it in. |
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| Hates | The Wild-men, betrayal, idleness, beer, rudeness, and closed-in, confined spaces. |
| Motivation | None, but to find something motivating. |
| Quotes | "I'm just trying to find my way in the world... And hoping it's not the hard way." |
