forum Branwen the Ninth (OxO closed)

Started Jul 06 by @lavender_ladybug group

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(Thank youu, I'll get back to you as soon as possible.)

Name: Branwen Aphelion
Nickame(s): Bran, Bran Bread, Wennie, Raisin Bran(later on)
Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: 21 years old. Curly brown hair cut to the shoulders. Grey eyes. Pale. Rectangular body type. Unathletic. She wears a brown cloak over a simple tunic and black trousers with pockets on either side. Combat boots are a staple for her not for combat, but to make her appear taller.

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-Significant or unique details(if any): Small, oval-shape birthmark on her left ring finger
-Height: 5' 4"
Personality: Branwen is an advanced bone adept, having studied the skill her whole life. Her father was a master and gave his daughter no opportunity to be anything less. Now alone, Bran hardened her heart towards all but her studies and duty to keeping the locked tomb secure. She could be described as a wet blanket, quick-witted when it suits her, but not beyond opening her heart to someone she gets to know in time.
-Archetype(optional): INTJ, The architect
-Notable quirks or habits(if any): Walks stiffly. Awkward in social settings due to lack of experience. Always fidgeting with a piece of bone. She has a great interest in human anatomy—specifically bone structure.
Fun facts/Other(if any):
She is always in possession of beads fashioned from a small piece of each bone in the human body that she can manipulate into a skeleton. She has it follow her, serve her, and fight for her.

Name: Branwen Aphelion
Nickame(s): Bran, Bran Bread, Wennie, Raisin Bran(later on)
Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: 21 years old. Curly brown hair cut to the shoulders. Grey eyes. Pale. Rectangular body type. Unathletic. She wears a brown cloak over a simple tunic and black trousers with pockets on either side. Combat boots are a staple for her not for combat, but to make her appear taller.
-Significant or unique details(if any): Small, oval-shape birthmark on her left ring finger
-Height: 5' 4"
Personality: Branwen is an advanced bone adept, having studied the skill her whole life. Her father was a master and gave his daughter no opportunity to be anything less. Now alone, Bran hardened her heart towards all but her studies and duty to keeping the locked tomb secure. She could be described as a wet blanket, quick-witted when it suits her, but not beyond opening her heart to someone she gets to know in time.
-Archetype(optional): INTJ, The architect
-Notable quirks or habits(if any): Walks stiffly. Awkward in social settings due to lack of experience. Always fidgeting with a piece of bone. She has a great interest in human anatomy—specifically bone structure.
Fun facts/Other(if any):
She is always in possession of beads fashioned from a small piece of each bone in the human body that she can manipulate into a skeleton. She has it follow her, serve her, and fight for her.

(I like Branwen!!)

(I'll put my template in soon, I had a busy day lmao.)

(Okedoke, no rush! I completely understand.)

Name: Ezra Pheonix
Nickame(s): Ez, Ezzy, Ra, Pheonix, Pheo, Nix, Arizona.
Pronouns: She/Her
Appearance: 23 Years Old, Slightly Curly But Wavy Black Hair cut to her neck, Eye disorder which makes her eyes appear solid Black which is called Aniridia, Mostly Pale, Bottom Hourglass body type. Slightly Athletic in Speed, Agility, and quickness. She wears a Dark Green Cloak that's connected to an Onyx Jewel with a Golden lining around it that has a Black Tunic with Gold and Dark Green patterns on it. She also wears a Golden Cross Necklace around her neck just for an accessory that has a Dark Green embedded into the middle of it.. She wears Knee Length Black Medieval Shoes for her agility and precision to become better and more accurate when she's running. She also wears Simple Black baggy Medieval Trousers that have a Leather Pouch Belt on it to store small knives and other basic materials and necessities.

-Significant or unique details(if any): She has a small black mole on the bottom right of her mouth, she also has gapped front teeth.
-Height: 5'9 when not wearing her shoes, but gets a little height and becomes roughly 6'2 with them on.
Personality: Ezra Pheonix has been studying Dark Magic and Witchcraft for a decent amount of time, and is now pretty good at it, the reason she's been studying it.. is because she wants greed and power in the palm of her hands. Ezra can be described as Annoying, Sarcastic, and quite a nonchalant person at times when she doesn't like the person who is talking with her.. but honestly, she can be Nice, caring, and composed once in a Blue Moon when you get to know her better, she's obsessed with Energy, Power, has a thirst for Greed.. she'll do anything to get it, and probably that's why she steals a lot of expensive and lucrative items at shops.
-Archetype(optional): ENTP, Visionary.
-Notable quirks or habits(if any): She has an addiction to stealing lucrative items that she spots.. anything that could be an easy lick, she takes the opportunity.. She also has a habit of accidentally bumping her head on high places that an average height person couldn't do. Outgoing and slightly manipulative in public.
Fun facts/Other(if any): Her Amulet Cross Necklace can cast Demons at night that channel all her feelings into sentient shadow creations that can work and do things for her. Like Cast Spells, Gather Witchcraft materials, etc. She can also make weapons out of the Shadow Demons, but only at night. (It would be too op and wouldn't make sense during the day.)

(We could maybe open up with a scene where Branwen is trying to catch Ezra stealing some expensive items? That would be a neat showdown in the market or an alleyway.)

(That would be awesome!)

(Sorry this took a while, I tend to overthink my posts.)

The Prime Temple looked strange. Not because anything was particularly wrong with it, but Branwen rarely ever saw the stone towers from this outdoor perspective. The skulls carved within the spandrels, with their jaws hanging open, implored their Reverand Daughter: Please. Please stay with us. Do not go where danger might blemish your mortal flesh. Their fictional pleas landed on resolute shoulders as Branwen donned her hood and descended the temple steps.

The market—the one for citizens with enough money to throw at gems and spices and perfumes—was only a block away from the temple. A convenient place to purchase offerings, perhaps. During the walk she pondered on her mission. Had she told her generals her intelligence, they surely would have gone to collect this ne'er-do-well and dropped her at the foot of her throne. They would have failed; Ezra Pheonix was one she had to deal with personally. And so she left under the cover of a cloudy night while her guards assumed she was safe in her study.

Later, sickly rich fragrances stuck in Branwen's throat as she wandered amongst a crowd entering the market. Head low, she kept her gaze peering up from under her hood for any flashes of green or gold. Too many merchants sold green and gold wares, she observed.

Ezra had been at the local Market a few minutes ago.. Branwen could see that a lot of Jewels, Amulets, and Gems were missing from local shops.. most likely her doing.. She was always a troublemaker, getting into stupid mischief all the time.. Branwen couldn't spot Ezra out instantly amongst all of the townsfolk, but Ezra had stood out pretty well because of her Dark Green, Slightly Vibrant outfit.. She could be seen In an Alleyway, counting up how many Jewels, Amulets, and Gems she had gotten.. one by one. She had that pouch on her Leather Belt that was filled with the mythical treasures of her 'Hard Labour'.

She was humming–A small tune that she had heard on a Music Box a few hours ago as she continued to count up her earnings casually, a slight sly grin plastered on her face as she did. It was quite windy today, the breeze hitting her head, as well as her cloak and cross necklace.. making it sway and move in the night. The Moon had been radiating on her distinct facial features as she continued to hum that same tune that had been stuck in her head.

(Sorry this took a while, I tend to overthink my posts.)

The Prime Temple looked strange. Not because anything was particularly wrong with it, but Branwen rarely ever saw the stone towers from this outdoor perspective. The skulls carved within the spandrels, with their jaws hanging open, implored their Reverand Daughter: Please. Please stay with us. Do not go where danger might blemish your mortal flesh. Their fictional pleas landed on resolute shoulders as Branwen donned her hood and descended the temple steps.

The market—the one for citizens with enough money to throw at gems and spices and perfumes—was only a block away from the temple. A convenient place to purchase offerings, perhaps. During the walk she pondered on her mission. Had she told her generals her intelligence, they surely would have gone to collect this ne'er-do-well and dropped her at the foot of her throne. They would have failed; Ezra Pheonix was one she had to deal with personally. And so she left under the cover of a cloudy night while her guards assumed she was safe in her study.

Later, sickly rich fragrances stuck in Branwen's throat as she wandered amongst a crowd entering the market. Head low, she kept her gaze peering up from under her hood for any flashes of green or gold. Too many merchants sold green and gold wares, she observed.

(It's fine, I don't judge.. I was somewhere anyway.)

There she was. Branwen's expression hardened as Ezra's outfit caught her eye, right at the beginning of the wake of perturbed merchants mourning their lost stock. She wove through customers until finding a wall to position herself with an adequate line of sight towards Ezra's alley. Then, taking about half of the bones from her pocket, she fashioned them into something resembling a snake, and sent them off to find Ezra. The bones wouldn't be enough to resurrect a full-sized skeleton, but with luck they would be just what she needed. For now at least.

It took focus to maneuver her bone-snake around the feet of heavy-footed civilians unnoticed. Eventually it found its way to Ezra's foot. It took even more focus for an attempt to wrap it like a cuff around the thief's ankle.

Ezra's expression turned from delight, to disgust in an instant as she saw the mysterious slender boney figure slither up around her ankle, but she would take out her spell book of Dark Magic and cast a shadow figure to wither and eliminate the Bone snake.. as she spoke in an undecipherable speech, casting a Shadow figure to gruesomely rip the Bone snake off her ankle and put it in her hand.. the Shadow figure.. it seemed strong. It WAS strong.

Ezra only knew one person who could do this, and her expression hardened and turned annoyed by the thought, as she looked at the Bone snake with an annoyed and hateful expression, ripping it in half, making it perish as she heard the satisfying shriek when she pulled it apart.. sighing in satisfaction.

"Ah.. so she wants to play that game?.. Quite pitiful.. I didn't even get to see her face yet." Ezra would say in a mock sad tone.. quite sarcastic, As fake closed-mouthed frown on her face.. her eyes locking with Bran's, her's lowering in a slightly playful manner.. she's been feigning for a fight.. how nostalgic.

"Time for the games to begin." She'd say, chuckling slightly under her breath.