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.
https://picrew.me/share?cd=oI5mEvCyze
-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'll post the picrew image I made of her once I figure out how to put images on notebook posts again lmao)
(I'll put my template in soon, I had a busy day lmao.)
(I'll put my template in soon, I had a busy day lmao.)
(Okedoke, no rush! I completely understand.)
(Btw, Can Dark Magic and Witchcraft be used or is it too OP? Because I have a good character Idea.)
(I'm gonna post what I have so far.)
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.)
(She's so cool!! I think she'll work perfectly. The witchcraft and demon wielding definitely balance with Bran's manufacturing of helpful skeletons.)
(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.)
(Sweet! I'll get a starting post up soon as long as you're ready.)
(I'm gonna be AFK for about 3 minutes by the way, so If I don't respond I'm AFK! :D)
(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.
Branwen cursed as she felt the life fall away from her creature.
The snake crumbled back into pathetic beads on the ground, at least until they were whisked away back to their master's hand across the muddy street. Ezra was sharp today; this fight wouldn't be quick or easy. Branwen couldn't say she expected anything else. A new tactic, then, one that required a more direct approach. Unfortuantwly, now she didn't have the advantage of surprise.
Bran sent out more bones into the sea of people, more this time, enough to construct a child-sized skeleton wielding a bone dagger. With her hand outstretched to control her champion, she had the bony thing lunge at Ezra with its weapon.
Ezra was surprised, but slightly unfazed, walking up to it, alongside her Shadow guardian.. the Shadow Guardian slightly got wounded by the dagger.. but it fazed through the shadows and went behind it, picking it up and slamming it on the ground, making the bone slightly crack, as Ezra didn't do anything.. just look at what was going on with a sadistic smile on her face, before looking back at Branwen, walking up to her.. now face to face.
"Hello, Bran. That wasn't quite a warm welcome, now was it?" She'd say in a sarcastic way as her Shadow Creation kept beating up Bran's Skeleton, but it got a few slashes in.. wounding the Shadow Creation a bit more.. they just battled it out.
"It seems like you got better at creations, hm? That'll be a pain in my arse.." She mumbled that last sentence under his breath quietly, looking away with an annoyed expression.. before looking back at Bran, annoyed.
"Why are you even here? And what did I do to deserve being attacked in the first place, Bran?"
Some of the skeleton's bones jostled loose as it was sent the ground, but with Bran's help, put its shoulder back in its socket and clambered back up to keep fighting. Ducking, stabbing, slashing, stumbling, both taking and dealing blows like a champ.
Bran stiffened as Ezra approached. She clutched a small bone dagger of her own made with leftover beads, just in case. Her eyes darted back and forth from their conversation and their creatures' fight, distracted. "You're a thief, Pheonix. That's enough to arrest you," she said flatly. After a moment of comsideration she added, "And you're awfully close to committing an act of treason on top of that." That is if Ezra took her bait and attacked her. Branwen's fingers curled tighter around the dagger. "Our pets are preoccupied. You could attack me yourself. Or you could come with me peacefully back to the temple to stand trial."
Ezra's expression went from annoyance to stotic, her eyelids low and she was quite unamused. She knew what kind of game Bran was playing, and she wasn't stupid.. far from it, actually. Who the hell did she think she was ordering her around like she's the boss of her? Hell no.. she's not standing for that.
"Who do you think you are, Bran? I would never hurt you, but you're pushing my goddamn limits over here.. you were trying to kill me by sending a fucking Bone Skeleton to try and kill me, what the hell was that?.." Ezra would say, quite annoyed and disappointed at how much she changed over the years.. they used to be quite good friends.
Ezra rolled her eyes, making direct eye contact with Bran still, putting her hand on her hip, towering over her.. Bran was always the taller person around, but she most likely felt quite intimidated by being the shortest one in this interrogating situation.
"We used to be friends.. why do you hate me so much?.. I know you don't wanna fight me." She'd say, quite annoyed and disappointed in a way.. but she feigned violence.. she was quite manipulative, but Bran could see right through her innocent Façade.
Bran was no stranger to the art of making herself appear taller. Compensating for her short stature, she relied on heeled boots and a raised dais to exert power over her subjects. The one person she could never tower over, however, was Ezra. Now she had to lift her chin to maintain eye contact. Humiliating.
Her face puckered like she bit into one of the sour fruits that were imported from the fourth house on special occasions. She shoved a finger into Ezra's chest. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sneaking around with goddamned demons." She scoffed. "You're practically spitting on everything my parents brought you into. You're practically spitting on me."
Ezra scoffed at Bran's words, and rolled her eyes.. putting her hands in her pockets, she was annoyed.. really annoyed.. and it didn't help that she poked her in the chest either.. she then sighed, her tone becoming slightly manipulative and soft.
"As I said before, I know you don't wanna fight me.. Bran. We used to be friends, we used to pull pranks on the townsfolk.. but you changed. Something changed. Why the fuck do you hate me so much?! I don't get it." Ezra said, her tone is soft and manipulative.. but something else was in there.. hurt? Betrayal? It didn't feel right and made Ezra feel uneasy.. the hurt and betrayal were genuine.. Bran could see that.
Bran was no stranger to the art of making herself appear taller. Compensating for her short stature, she relied on heeled boots and a raised dais to exert power over her subjects. The one person she could never tower over, however, was Ezra. Now she had to lift her chin to maintain eye contact. Humiliating.
Her face puckered like she bit into one of the sour fruits that were imported from the fourth house on special occasions. She shoved a finger into Ezra's chest. "Who the hell do you think you are? Sneaking around with goddamned demons." She scoffed. "You're practically spitting on everything my parents brought you into. You're practically spitting on me."
(Sorry for responding late, I had a rough sleep.)
(No worries!)
Branwen was quiet for a long moment as she searched her old friend's expression for any weakness. There she found irritation—unsurprising—and some insincerity in those familiar eyes. As much as Bran knew how manipulative Ezra could be, the softness in those words pressed at her heart's scars.
In their youth it had been fun to plot together. To run around the temple's halls, planting trip wire connected to buckets of bone slurry that tipped over onto unsuspecting priests' heads. Bran always got in trouble for that.
"We're not kids anymore, Nix," she said lower, almost sad, and planted her bone dagger into Ezra's abdomen.
A victim of nostalgia, Bran hoped in the back of her mind that she could trust her knowledge of human anatomy and avoid the most fatal places. She was a specialist of bone and not flesh, after all.
As Ezra got stabbed in the abdomen.. it wasn't too deep to fatally and quickly kill her. It honestly and really hurt a lot.. coughing blood out of her mouth and spitting it on the ground as she looked Bran straight in the eyes and smiled sadistically.. what a deranged individual.
Ezra chuckled dryly and raspily continued to look at Bran, smiling sadistically.. before spitting and coughing out a little bit of blood.. feeling betrayed.. she never knew Bran had the amount of guts to even stab her.
"You're right, we aren't kids anymore.." She'd say, a demented tone and manipulative one in her voice as the Shadow figure came behind Ezra, picking her up and running off, leaping in a disclosed location quickly.. the small dagger is still in her abdomen.. it slightly poured out blood like tears streaming down a person's cheek.
"Ezra!" She leapt forward as if she could catch the thief's hand before the demon whisked her away to safety, but the two were gone before Branwen even finished her name. She was left standing alone and bereft in the alley. Well, apart from the skeleton limping back towards its master. The thing looked a mess with several bones out of place, hardly a human skeleton at all.
Branwen stretched out her hand to catch it, dismantle it into beads, and store them in her pocket. Her pockets were notably lighter with the rest of the bones lodged in Ezra's belly. A failed mission and lost ammo. "Shit," she muttered, and straightened the cloak around her shoulders. Time to head home.
