| Name |
Brynja Eira Serrure
|| Br-in-ya || Ear-a || Ser-roor ||
| Nickname |
"I don't do nicknames"
| Age |
Twenty-One
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Part-time Student
Bartender
| Pantheon |
Norse
Getting To Know You
| Likes |
Brynja prefers coffee over tea, but she'll occasional partake in some hot Earl Grey on a cold day. She enjoys the chilled weather of late autumn and will often sit outside by the frozen lake in the depths of winter. She doesn't enjoy pop culture music in comparison to grunge rock, instrumental, and depressing indie ballads. Despite her grungy, monochromatic style of dress, her favorite color just so happens to be indigo.
| Dislikes |
She despises loud noises and loud people. Because of her epilepsy, she doesn't take too kindly to flashing lights. Diet soda makes her flinch away in revulsion. Too much sunlight will make her grouchy, even more so during an oppressively hot day. Bright neon colors disgust her and she doesn't like the look of polka dots or animal print. Brynja also feels that the ignorance of her peers is nearly devastating. She also doesn't like the fact that the planet is overpopulated. "There are far too many people on this earth. We need a new plague"
| Hobbies |
When she isn't busy with her school work or working at the local pub, Brynja will people watch. She doesn't do much else, other than play her violin, because freetime for her is few and far between.
| Habits |
Smiles for Brynja are very rare. She watches the world around her with a cold, calculating stare. When she's nervous, which is rare, she'll either run her fingers through her hair or worry into her bottom lip. She doesn't talk much, but when she does it's often with a cryptic vernacular.
| Fears |
Aichmophobia: The fear of needles or pointed objects. "Having spent most of my childhood in the hospital, the sharp pain of an IV injection was something I never got over. Needless to say, you won't find me giving blood anytime soon. Well, you wouldn't, even if I could."Algophobia: The fear of physical pain. "I won't waste your time with a sob story, nor do I expect your pity. My father abused my brother and I when we were young. Could you blame me for being afraid of the physical pain?" Hydrophobia: The fear of water. "One summer, Fenris and I were swimming at the lake. He was teaching me how to swim and I'd nearly drowned. I can't imagine myself stepping foot in that lake ever again."
| Secrets |
At fifteen her parents died in an unfortunate accident; no one knows what caused it nor do they point the finger at the children who survived. What many do not know is that Brynja and her brother may have had a part in their parents' premature death.
What Makes Us Special
| Ancestor |
Loki
| Powers |
Shapeshifting: Brynja can shapeshift her form, transforming and reshaping down to the cellular structure. She can impersonate others or enhance her body to combat, by making her body stronger. Because she is particularly flexible with her ability she can manipulate her form at will, but she cannot revert to her original form once she's unconscious. She is limited to only being able to shift into other humans. Negotiation: She can only use this to get her way. She cannot in any way make someone fall in love with someone else, nor can she warp someone's freewill to the extent of controlling their mind completely.
| Weaknesses |
~ Brynja cannot distort a person's free will to the extent of mind control or make someone fall in love with a person
~ She cannot transform into any mythical creature or animal of any kind
~ She cannot convince someone to commit suicide or harm oneself or others
| Strengths |
Brynja possesses a sense of ownership and authenticity, whereas many young woman her age are insecure about themselves. She is able to provide wise counsel to others; having ways of looking at the world that make sense to oneself and to other people. Because of her ability to persuade others, she is aware of the motives and feelings of other people as well as herself. Being careful about one's choices, you'll find Brynja to be rather prudent; not taking undue risks; not saying or doing things that might later be regretted. You'll also find her to be very persistent, almost always finishing what she starts; persisting in a course of action in spite of obstacles.
| Thoughts |
"You want to know the truth? I couldn't give a shit less about any of the pantheons. What do I care about the Greeks moving in? They're not my problem. I don't even belong in my own pantheon, why would I wage war on another? Say what you want about me but when it comes to the rivalry I'm apathetic. I won't have any part in their silly quarrels. However, that doesn't mean I do not enjoy sitting on the sidelines and watching them tear each other apart. Don't take me as someone who's willing to step in and prevent a full on battle. I am burdened with overwhelming apathy and I wouldn't lose any sleep if my brother and I were the last Norse descendants left standing."
Describe Me
| Personality |
Brynja is not an impulsive woman, quite the opposite: thoughtful, manipulating, farseeing, she's the perfect tactician. She is mischievous by nature, much like her ancestor. Being physically weak with a weakened immune system, she developed a sharp intellect and an acute mind to overcome her handicap amongst the other descendants. Brilliant and pitiless, she's an incredible foe for a society mostly based on brutish combatants. You'll find her to be very eloquent and quick-witted, utilizing her silver tongue and realistic mindset to put a damper on any ostentatious company. Socially she is, for lack of a better term, "a bit of a downer". Her sense of humor is very dry, sometimes dark, or nonexistent. She remains introverted, thinking of her peers as idiotic inbreds who shouldn't procreate. Though she displays an intellectual prowess, her physical aspects are not her only weakness. Brynja is very apathetic about most aspects of life. It is only by the sheer force of some unbeknownst will that she even gets up in the morning. Her stoic demeanor and cruel facade are enough to drive any person away. Even the most determined young men have tried to tear down the walls she barricades herself with and all of them have inevitably failed. Her brother is the only one who can seemingly get more than five words out of her, and even he finds it to be a challenge.
Nature Vs Nurture
| History |
As any true descendant of the Norse God of mischief, Brynja was born on All Fools' Day just five minutes after her brother FenrisĂșlfr. Even in the nursery, the Serrure twins were inseparable. As the nurses attempted to pull her away from Fenris, Brynja began to cry relentlessly, depriving herself of oxygen until they were placed in the same crib once more. Growing up as frail as she was, Brynja relied on her brother for protection. Whenever she was bullied, he would stand up for her, dolling out the same pain for them tenfold. Their mother always watched their interaction with indifference, claiming that Fenris was always the heedless brawn whilst she was the analytically inclined brains. It's hereditary, she thinks, her apathy. Her mother never seemed to care about the twins, even as they were beaten ruthlessly by their father. Brynja hated her mother, almost more so than her father, and that hatred was one of the few emotions she's ever felt. Though her brother's company was reassuring, she only ever felt safe when they spoke to one another in their own cryptic speech, insuring that few would be able to decipher exactly what they were discussing. She didn't like interlopers growing up, though she was a bit of a voyeur. She often watched on the sidelines as chaos unfurled whilst her brother remained in the midst of it all. She never participated in the mischief as grandiosely as Fenris, but the results of her involvement were always explosive. Though there were signs of the abuse, no one ever spoke upâat least, unbeknownst to the twins. Despite the misdeeds done to them by the twins' ancestor, some people of the Norse pantheon were made aware of the signs (whether by the faculty of the school or by their own means) and confronted the parents. The twins were in the basement of the large home, ironically being punished for some undone chore, while their mother assured them that everything was fine. The bruises were a result of their own squabbling, she told them, and with her inherited gift of negotiation the pantheon believed her. Finally, just after their fifteenth birthday, the twins had had enough. Their parents died in a tragic accident, leaving the two of them orphaned. Rumors of just how their parents died spread like wildfire and the people of the Norse pantheon took pity on the parentless twins. Brynja and Fenris wouldn't tolerate that for much longer, choosing instead to reject the pantheon's offer of assistance and live on the streets. They were weary to put their trust in adults, having been betrayed by their own parents who were supposed to love them above all else. Why should they trust the people who didn't help them when they were being beaten day after day? Why would the accept any charity from them when they never lifted a finger to help them otherwise? These thoughts in themselves planted the seed of wrath in young Brynja's mind, festering like a tumor as she watched them go about their seemingly perfect lives. For two years they remained on the streets of Northbay, scrambling to get by until they were old enough to receive their inheritance and buy an apartment together. Since their eighteenth year they've lived above the pub where Brynja now works, rarely leaving each others' side. You'll often find them together, speaking in cryptic riddles and statements. When they're bored they'll indulge in a little mischief, Brynja watching from the sidelines until the temptation is just too much to bear.
OOC
| Anything else? |
~ Brynja displays acts of somniloquy (talking in her sleep)
~ She suffers from immunodeficiency, anemia, and epilepsy
~ She is very gifted in playing the violin
~ She enjoys people watching
~ She's allergic to cinnamon
~ She's a cat person