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[General Information]
Nickname(s): Bree, Nest.
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Race: Human
Origin: Stonedale, Stormgard
Occupation: The King’s Advisor




Hair: Black.
Eyes: Dark hazel, almost black.
Complexion: Pale.
Height: 5’10”
Build: Slender, lean.
Weight: 130lbs
Body Markings: Several lash-markings stripe her shoulder blades, waistline, her wrists, as well as the back of her legs; mainly, around her calves. Aside from those, she has the occasional scar marking her arms, whereas she’d been unlucky enough to feel the bite of a blade. Others aren’t remarkable enough to mention, though she has a story for each one. Briallen, most likely, has an array of scars you’d never see, that she’d never show you, but it’s fairly apparent that she’s had her fair share of scraps, and hadn’t come out of them unscathed. Even so, she bears them proudly. A soft spatter of freckles ridge her cheeks and nose line.

[APPEARANCE]
Briallen is composed of sharp angles and slender features; there’s no awkwardness there, as if she were assembled like a lean creature, made for stalking and hunting rather than any brawny business. It’s clear that she takes care of herself; it’s in the manner she moves and composes herself. Her mannerisms are concise, and clear. Graceful. Slightly broad-shouldered, and taller than most women, she stands with shoulders pulled back. A proud stance, making it clear that she carries herself with pride, and there’s something just a little unusual about her. While not inherently feminine, she seems to sit somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, as if she’d make a handsome man in the right light. Long limbs, and long legs, form a dancer’s body. She tends to move like one, too.

Strong-jawed, with cutting cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes rim eyes that reflect darkness. Too dark to simply be brown, they’re nearly black, reflecting everything within them. They’re somewhat cold, bereft of any warmth. As if it’d been sucked out, and replaced by pretty stones; they’re far from being expressive, leaving her as a mysterious form flitting from your view. It’s unlikely you’d be able to read her thoughts, or guess at what she’s thinking by looking at her face for tells. Her expressions remain impassive, an empty canvas that’s colored monochrome, in moment’s where you swore you saw something there. Gone, just as quickly. A flash. Your imagination.

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[D E M E A N O R]
Cold, resting bitch face? Briallen has that in spades, even if it’s not intentional. She’s also lacking in social skills – her inability to empathize with others, coupled with her short temper and overall intimidating demeanor, can often lead to misunderstandings with others. It’s not that she doesn’t try, because she does. She just doesn’t get it. Her misunderstandings leave her momentarily puzzled, until she shrugs it off, unless it’s explained to her outright. She doesn’t believe in toeing around the truth, or walking on egg-shells, if someone has something to say, then they’d better say it to her, or else, nothing will change. What’s the sense in that? Life’s a bitch.

She’s incredibly blunt. Brutally so. If she at all, in her entire life, has felt shame or embarrassed, it isn’t likely that you’ll ever witness it. Simply put, it’s not in-line with her nature, because she’ll say whatever she wants, when she wants, and fuck the consequences. It’s probably why she’s such a good advisor to the King. While her mouth can sometimes get her in trouble, you won't find her being dishonest about who she is. She'll give you her real opinion and she's not afraid to tell you how she really feels about something. Right or wrong, she's always voicing her opinions without a second thought. She's quick to assume the worst in others and has a pretty low opinion of humanity in general. That doesn't change the fact that Briallen, at her core, is a fundamentally good person who does everything she can to uphold the law.

This includes doing her utmost to remain loyal to her companions, and uphold her duties; no matter the lengths she has to go, and the things that she might have to do. It's subtle, and well-hidden beneath Briallen’s straight-forward, tough exterior, but a closer look reveals that practically everything she does is about rigidly maintaining control over every aspect of her life. Her duties and personality are centered around giving her power and authority over others. She stubbornly refuses the help of others even when she needs it rather than relinquishing any control over the situation. She keeps her personal life secret so that no one has information that they could potentially use over her, and she keeps people at arm's length. She keeps her emotions tightly under control in order to maintain her relationships the way she wants them, only given things in increments, as she sees fit.

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[FEARS]

• Losing purpose – Without a purpose, without duty that's been given to her... she's lost. Doing something solely for herself has never occurred to her. It's an uncomfortable variable, and something she'd rather live without.
• Betrayal – The idea of having someone she holds close betray her is unthinkable. These people are few and far in-between, those she allows close enough to be considered important. Having someone like that stab her in the back? It's a fear she thinks about more than she'd care to admit.
• Weakness – Hesitance. Inaction. Idleness. Being weak has always been a fear of hers, and one that she continuously battles against. For if she's weak, she's useless as a sword in one's hand. As the King's advisor. Weakness means mistakes, and mistakes are oft times fatal. Inexcusable.

[QUIRKS]

• Emotionally stunted – Her awkwardness in social nuances is palpable; it’s clear to see that she was a woman born from a rough environment. Or, at least one that wasn’t centered around other people, or navigating kindred waters. Briallen is capable of mercy and kindness, though she rarely expresses them unless they aid her cause. In the field she is rough, brutal, and unfriendly, she is equally unpleasant to those who aren’t traveling companions. She doesn’t seem to understand, or see, why this poses a problem, either.
• Alcoholic – Ever since she’d squirreled her way into the King’s keep, and the kitchen’s pantry, sniffing at odd-smelling bottles, and testing whatever reserves they’d served the night before, Briallen had found herself an escape. A way to quiet the world around her. Make it seem less noisy, less confined. It’s not the best way to deal with things, but it’s the only way she knows how. Be damned what anyone else thinks.
• Unambitious – Briallen has never wanted for more. She performs her duties as a royal advisor, and nothing more. She’s never reached for anything beyond that, and believes she’s never desired to. What else is there? She owes the King her life, and until she’s entirely spent, and he desires nothing else of her, she still has something to offer. A life beyond that seems improbable. Nearly impossible. If anything: a squinting mirage on the horizon.

[[LIKES]] [[DISLIKES]]
Liquor Stupidity
Intrigue, puzzles Shirking duties
Honesty, courage Being touched
Books Hypocrites
Rain Summer heat




Briallen's magical aptitude is strange; it belongs to an uglier art. One that's not so casually studied, if it's studied at all. Her abilities are innate. Natural. She wouldn't have known the difference between turning water into wine, or spilling her own blood in order to become a more effective instrument in someone's hand. She utilizes what she has, without thinking of the consequences. There are no lines. Line are for those who draw imaginary borders in the sand, instead of crossing them to become stronger versions of themselves. So, she’s never stopped. She pushes her limits whenever she can, even if it means staggering herself. She is all in, in all circumstances; a spitfire in battle, a whirlwind of darkness oozing from her pores, creating something that is much larger than herself.

There’s something there, beneath her flesh. Something that itches to be released. It cries, it calls, it fills her head. A blackness she wields in battle, a shadow with claws like swords; a mouth with needles and eyes that cover her own: a thing of nightmares. She’s learned to ignore its laments, and twist it how she sees fit. At times, however, she’s unable to control her abilities; pushing herself too far, it seems, weakens her hold. Makes her malleable to losing control, though she’s managed well enough over the years. It’s difficult to tell whether or not this ability has done any lasting damage to her body. There isn’t enough information she’s been able to glean from the Kingdom’s library, nor the mages that the King employs. For now, it doesn’t matter. It is a weapon she all too readily exploits.

[Weaknesses]

• Single-minded – Once she's received her duty, she will stop at nothing to complete it. Whether it be a mission to annihilate a specific person, for reasons she’d never question, or any other task that lands in her hands, she shows an indomitable will and spirit, as well as an insane determination. She'll suppress any pain or take illogical measures to ensure their completion. No length is too far. She is a woman of results; merciless in her pursuits. It’s difficult to sway her from her intended path, if it’s one she’s been assigned.
• Limitations, vulnerable – If Briallen pushes herself too far, she’s apt to lose control of the howling thing inside of her, the blackness that oozes from her veins, making it impossible to hear anything but the whispering in her ears. Blind to the world. Bringing her back to herself is a feat in itself, though there’s word that the King has procured just the right thing to anchor herself back into her body. Though, it is impossible for her to use it herself.
• Social-nuances – It’s clear in the first moments of meeting her that she’s not interested in making nice, or even being friendly. She simply is: a truth-sayer, not for the sake of saying the truth, but because it is what it is and there’s no point in sparing people’s feelings. She wouldn’t understand the sentiment, even if she tried. She’s not needlessly cruel. She simply doesn’t understand. As if she’s been stripped of the ability to feel these things; even if, at the barest point, she understands what feelings are, she’s unable to relate. She’s a slow learner, but there’s signs there: small attempts, steps forward.

“These days, I feel nothing.”

[CLOTHING]
Crisp, tight-fitting attire, clothes meant for stealth. Almost always in varying shades of black and gray tones, only furthering the idea that she’s not meant to be seen. It appears as if she’s been spared no expense, as the clothes she wears are made from breathable materials, made for complex, graceful movements; varying leathers, and materials from exotic lands. Flexible, rather than aesthetic in make. There’s signs that some of the cloth came from the elven kingdoms, as well. She doesn’t wear any armor. Though, she often wears an intricate black handkerchief around her neck and often pulls it up over the bottom portion of her face.

[ITEMS]
Briallen’s satchel is almost purely utilitarian and can contain anything from home-made food to questionable items. Oftentimes she will carry a few lock picks, thread for mending, a few peculiar looking liquid-filled vials and a small, dull pocket knife. Other than those, she carries a plain, ox-skinned flask, a burnished spyglass, and enough coin to procure what she needs.

[Primary Weapon:]
Weapon Name: No Eyes
Weapon Type: Bow
Length: 66”
Weight: 10lbs
Origin: A gift from the King on her 10th birthday.

[Other weapons:]
Weapon Name: Stonedale
Weapon Type: Shortsword
Length: 10”
Weight: 5lbs
Origin: A blade she’d had crafted.




[RELATIONS]

[Family]

[list]| >>[url=IMG LINK]Siegfried Nest[/url]<< |
deceased&&

[list]| >>[url=IMG LINK]Theresa Nest[/url]<< |
deceased&&

[list]| >>[url=IMG LINK]Rickard Cormeilles[/url]<< |
adopted dad&&

[list]| >>[url=IMG LINK]Dainis Cormeilles[/url]<< |
sort’ve younger sister, she is her appointed guardian&&

[OCCUPATION]
The King’s Advisor, Stormgard Assassin, Dainis’s Personal Guard

[Outlook on life]
Her outlook on life is unnatural. Or, nonexistent, in some senses. Life exists. There’s not much else she has an opinion on. There’s no magic or wonder in her eyes; she’s seen the basest, ugliest bits that life has to offer, and harbors no hate. She exists—for now, as a tool for the King to use. Nothing more, nothing less.

[HISTORY]

Briallen’s tale isn’t rare, nor is it unusual. She was a victim of wartime. When raiding villages and razing its field was as common as breathing… before Stormgard was rested into the semi-peaceful state it was in currently, her village was just one of many places to have been completely destroyed by strangers who came in search of territory. Maybe, they’d just been in the way. An unfortunate obstacle they had no intention of bypassing.

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(Farmer parents
King found her alive, aged 9
Adopted her&&&)