Briena is lithe and beautiful, her hair falling to her waist in thick, fiery dark red waves, often curling around her face. Her vivid blue eyes are troubled, serious, a warriors' gaze. At nearly six feet tall, she stands out in a crowd, particularly if she is among other women. Her ears are pointed, due to her Elven Heritage, but she has Human features as well; namely the stubborn jaw. Her slender waist ends with a lovely outward curve to her full hips, these slimming down to a pair of very appealing long, firm legs and slender, nimble feet. Her well sized chest is usually bound to her body, for protection and comfort in battle; can't have those jerking you off balance in a deadly fight. Only in balls will she remove the breast bind, to fill the low, off the shoulder gowns often made for her for such occasions as these, though she would much prefer to be in breeches and a shirt showing little bust.
(There is no one picture that truly shows what she looks like. Not one that gets every detail correct. There may be one that gets her hair just right, but the face and eyes are wrong. Or the eyes and hair are right, and the face is wrong. But here are some that fit.
Art is not mine.)
This is the closest there is to everything about her face and expression.
As for her different Forms, there are far too many to list, though she does have favorite forms, and I will list these.
Quite often, she will take the form of a horse, wolf, Lycan, cat, or an anthro of any type, though cats and wolves are favored. The main way to identify her is always those eyes, and sometimes there will be fur colored the same fiery red as her hair.
At the moment, Briena is a little... Stressed. What with her Grandfather being so ill, the war looming on both sides, and the possibility of being married into a life she has no wanting for, her temper is easier than ever to reach, and she often spends a great deal of time hidden away in the Orchard, going over maps of the sea, lands, and full continent. The only relief for her stress comes from her young sister, Grace, and her antics.
She is serious most of the time, much of the playful demeanor of youth left behind in recent events. Still, there is the gentle spark, and still a smile now and then, albeit a tired smile.
She has many different types of armor, though, she rarely wears it.