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Briar Ambrose

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a character in “Pangaea”, as played by .euphoria.

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xxxBriar Celeste Ambrose-Lightfoot

xxxBri (pronounced B-Ry)
xxxBriar Rose (family)

xxx October 13th, Libra

xxx34 years old (looks early 20s)

xxxfae, fairy

xxx(cis)female (she/hers/her)

xxxpansexual/panromantic (leans towards women)

xxxRealm of the Fae (fomerly)
xxxPangea (present)

xxxmagic and flora shop owner
xxxmodel and current face of Pixi Cosmetics
xxxprincess of the Fae (inactive indefinitely)

xxx#DB9EA6




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a p p e a r a n c e

h e i g h tx // x5'3 ft

w e i g h tx // x Briar has always being smaller height wise, Briar has always had a more full figure, weighing ~165 lbs. Five or ten pounds of her weight being from her wings.

h a i r x // xIn the Realm of the Fae, those in the royal bloodline, regardless of gender, who reside in the realm to keep their hair long as a sign of respect and tradition and as such for most of Briar's life she kept it long. Briar eventually cut it when she made her permanent move to Pangea in an attempt to distinguish herself from her family. Yet, when she is bored, she can change her appearance when need be. However, those occasions are few and far between. Usually, her curly hair is down with her bangs in her face or swept to the side with barrettes.

e y e s x // xDespite being a bit unnerving and unnatural at first. Briar's wide, violet eyes are quite comforting (literally creating a soothing effect). Whenever she looks at it, she seems to embrace you with her warm, kind smile that promises love, happiness, and complete admiration for as long as you stay there.

s t y l e x // xFashion has been a huge part of Bry's life forever. Her mother, before marrying, was one of the most sought-after designers in both realms. She lived for the craft. She saw her youngest child as her beautiful little mannequin. This love for fashion only grew over the years, leading her to adopt a very feminine, soft aesthetic while in the Realm of the Fae, filled to the brim with gorgeous, flowy dresses-that she still owns- and dazzling jewelry. However, when moving, her style began to evolve to true to her roots and expand to fit the trends of Ariosas, but always having a feminine flair to her style, whether it be through the colors, her silhouettes, or the accessories. Being somewhere between a soft "cottagecore" aesthetic, consisting of floral, neutral-toned, and patterned dresses that both flow or hug her body and minimal jewelry, and a pastel, dreamlike sense of style. Wearing bright or pastel colors with a lot of plaid skirts and a pair of platform boots, and a few of the eye-catching accessories that she wasn't supposed to bring with her but somehow found their way into her bags.

While it may be a confusing mix to others, it is the perfect representation of Briar's personality, and she knows that, which is why despite what she is wearing, she always looks put together. And everything she owns is whether homemade or bought, will be quality, high-profile, and fashion-forward. Because of Briar's height, she prefers heels, booties, and platform shoes to make sure she doesn't look like a child. Her makeup is no different than the rest of her style. While she can go for a more natural look or no makeup at all (as fairies don't really need it). That doesn't mean she likes to, usually staying natural other than her eye makeup, normally a mix of colors, glitter, and eyeliner. She is rarely seen without makeup on, if ever. For accessories, it differs, but she always wears-and hides. This pink diamond choker is passed down to each heir apparent of her family and a cheap bracelet (whose gemstone is inconclusive) that she bought from a vendor on her first day in Ariosas.




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s p e c i e sx::xf a i r yx // xcan fly, her wings
β€’ a leading expert in alchemy and hebalism β€’ specalizes in charms and enchantments (her most popular being: love potions, confidence charms, and fairy dust) β€’ enhanced empathy β€’ healing, to a lesser extent than other fairies β€’ ages slower β€’ sleight of hand β€’ enhanced dexterity and balance

l i k e sx // x dancing β€’ flying β€’ romance β€’ romantic gestures β€’ her pets β€’ riddles & puzzles β€’ parties β€’ social media β€’ her friends β€’ attention β€’ physical touch and words of affirmation β€’ late night flying β€’ making potions and charms β€’ starting/following trends β€’ reading β€’ dark chocolate β€’ fashion β€’ being spoiled β€’ performing β€’ gossip β€’ pastels β€’ jewelry esp. chokers β€’ museums β€’ the rain β€’ chunky heels β€’ sex and cuddling β€’ affection β€’ blasting her music β€’ shopping β€’ feeling sexy β€’ flowers esp. peonies β€’ dresses β€’ flirting β€’ knee-high boots β€’ oversized jackets β€’ being spoiled β€’ vodka crans β€’ pangea β€’ boba tea β€’ mini skirts β€’ dating β€’ traveling β€’ magic esp. nature magic β€’ glitter β€’ pet names β€’ mystery novels β€’ event planning β€’ being in control β€’ the Briar Rose, her shop β€’ opposite people β€’ seeing people's passion β€’ makeup β€’ big cities β€’ fae culture β€’ love β€’ fast food β€’ classical music β€’ herbalism β€’ smiles β€’ humans β€’ getting lost β€’ taller people


d i s l i k e sx // xfey berries β€’ driving β€’ early mornings β€’ being yelled at β€’ ultimatums β€’ being compared β€’ abandonment β€’ being called dumb β€’ the dark β€’ quiet nights β€’ being overshadowed β€’ being called shallow β€’ living up to her family legacy β€’ "having to be mean" β€’ child pictures of her β€’ people touching things in her shop without permission β€’ conflict β€’ messing up β€’ being alone β€’ giving up β€’ bad singing β€’ wearing jeans β€’ the cold β€’ wearing flats β€’ judgy people β€’ crying in front of people β€’ her body β€’ being slut-shamed β€’ slow drivers β€’ small spaces β€’ losing her journal of enchantments and charms β€’ humans explaining magic to her β€’ talking about herself

s t r e n g t h sx // xher memory, retains information like a sponge β€’ outwardly confidence β€’ charismatic β€’ keeping herself busy β€’ singing β€’ dancing β€’ getting people's attention β€’ flirting β€’ sweet & romantic gestures β€’ getting people to relax β€’ getting her way β€’ Fluent in English and Fae languages β€’ party planning β€’ loyal β€’ musically inclined β€’ manipulation β€’ children β€’ deductive reasoning β€’ excellent at gardening

w e a k n e s s e sx // xher need of approval β€’ feels a need to fix everything β€’ competitive β€’ seems shallow β€’ talking about her family β€’ compares herself to her siblings β€’ not the best at healing magic β€’ loves gossip β€’ overly critical of herself β€’ letting go of people β€’ thinking about the bigger picture β€’ being alone β€’ focusing β€’ quickly infatuated β€’ spoiled β€’ needy β€’ overcompensating for things β€’ feels dumb about things outside of the realm of magic β€’ technological science β€’ impatient β€’ naive






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p e r s o n a l i t y
ESFJ-T:The Consul


inquisitive β€’ romantic β€’ warm β€’ charismatic β€’ bubbly β€’ thoughtful β€’ loyal
flirtatious β€’ shallow β€’ dramatic β€’ competitive β€’ idealistic β€’ restless β€’ needy
adventurous β€’ passionate β€’ supportive β€’ dedicated β€’ spontaneous β€’ analytical

One conversation with Briar Ambrose, and you'll get it; you'll get why others always surround her. You'll get why people seemingly adore her and why people seemingly fall at her feet. She's beautiful, talented, lively. What more could you want? She is everything people would want her to be and more. However, with that said, Briar has always appeared as a 'strange one' in the eyes of whoever she's around. She goes through life with "rose-colored glasses where all the red flags just seem like flags, choosing to see the beauty in everything around her despite how insignificant or reviled the rest of the world sees them. She likes to believe that people are better than they appear. That even if they seem like an asshole, under all of that is an extraordinary person. There's beauty in everyone in her eyes, but sometimes you just have to dig deeper down to find it.

Some call her naive, but she sees it as idealistic (which is no better, really). It does take a lot for her to think differently about someone or think that they really are a bad person or that maybe there isn't any good within them. Something she hates doing. She hates just giving up on people or walking away. What can she say? She is dedicated or stubborn, depending on how you look at it. This refusal to give up has only leaned more into her inquisitive and unrelenting desire to know everything and be a part of things. She's too damn nosey for her own good. Always wanting to know what's going on, if not just to keep herself occupied from worrying about herself. If her wide eyes don't get it out of people. She'll just figure it out the old fashion way: listening around, pressing people, and lurking in the shadows/sneaking around.

Her heart is one that wants to be shared; romantically, sexually, platonically. Anyway it can; she just wants to shower those around her and the one she worships in praise, love, and affection to the point where they might feel smothered every so often because she never wants them to feel the way she did when she first arrived: alone and invisible to the world. Her mother taught her to be a woman of the people, especially her own, to help those around her who can't help themselves no matter what they are, but especially to be a woman to the oppressed. To stand up for what she believes in and fight against injustice. Even as a child, she did so whether people want her to or not. She needs to help people through her magic. It not only allows her to help people with problems and issues: big or small but, to all show off her advancements in herbalism and potion-making. And while she doesn't see herself as a showoff, she's confident and knows she has a real talent, even if that confidence only extends as far as her magic because she can be a little ditzy or spacey, and at worst, she has been called vapid and shallow.

Not because she means to be but because she can't handle the burden of showing negative emotions around people. Being reminded of every comparison between her and her family, the panic quiet attacks whenever she was left alone, and the perpetual shoving down of emotions just to seem okay, perfect even. She's happy. She's light. She's airy. She's Briar. That's what people like about her. She can't throw her baggage on people, anyone, and expect them not to look at her differently. It's a lot. She's a lot, and she knows it. They might be disenchanted by it, leave even; that can't happen.

She is a Lightfoot; she has to keep them interested, keep them around. That's how power works, after all, and that's all she wants. A percentage, hell a sliver, of love and admiration she gives to others. That goes for friends, family, significant others, or anyone with the constant thought that they'll get bored sooner or later if she doesn't keep dancing. She'd go entirely out of her way to let those people know what they mean to her if it means she has the reassurance that they love her. She knows their likes, dislikes, interests, even small tidbits they would say in passing and somehow turn that into the perfect gift or surprise. Accidentally making her one of the most generous people you will ever meet, not that she'd ever claim that. She needs to hold on to, no, she thrives on the feeling of being loved, needed, hell, even loathed. Just as long as people know her and they don't leave. It inadvertently morphed Briar into the girl she always wanted to be; successful, envied by her siblings, liked, and surrounded by people, even if it means creating future problems she will sooner or later have to face, but that's an issue for the future.




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So begins...

Briar Ambrose's Story

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Character Portrait: Briar Ambrose Character Portrait: Tanvi Pari Katari Character Portrait: Iris Mehr Character Portrait: Jamie Day
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.prounouns. he/his
.location. university campus, professor’s housing

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The mornings were always for Vee. He was an early riser, no matter how little sleep the other fragments might have allotted for them the night before. They started every morning with an herbal remedy, courtesy of doc Ziran - made in that same mug Arlo had thrifted when they first moved to the city. It was the perfect shape to fit in their hands, warming them up.

Their room hadn’t changed much since highschool. It always felt like they never really moved away from home, no matter how many night’s they’d spend nights elsewhere or how many of their things they moved over. Vee had laid claim to a corner of the room, surrounding his desks with stacks of bins he had fashioned into habitats for some of his snakes. None of them were in need of a feeding, but he liked to take turns pulling them out for some individual attention.

β€œMornin’, Perlita.” Vee smiled, fishing out the orange snake from the aspen shavings it had burrowed itself within. Perlita sleepily coiled herself around his hand as he lifted her from the vivarium, her tongue flicking towards him. He brought the snake to his chest, she slithered around his neck, partially obscured by the mess of his curls.

β€œWill you be joining the morning hunt?” He asked her, grabbing his mug and a small bin tucked under his night stand as he slipped on a pair of slides.

β€œVee? Is that you?” His mother called from her bedroom.

β€œYes, amma.” Vee hollered back, throwing on an oversized jacket. He tucked a book under his arm, sliding his portable radio over his shoulder. β€œI’ll be right back, I’m going to have my tea by the grove.”

β€œOkay….do you want breakfast?”

β€œI’m not really hungry, but thank you.” Vee said, already knowing that when he’d come back his mom will have prepared an entire plate for him. His parents never missed an opportunity to be overbearing.

The actual college campus was far enough away that Vee didn’t have to worry about running into any of his classmates. On this edge of the campus it was just residential housing for the staff and their family. He kept the volume on his radio low, Tkay Maidza’s new hit playing quietly as he cut across his neighbor’s yard.They’d lived there since they were a teenager, even when they moved to the dorms it still just kind of felt like their hometown more than anything. No one even questioned when they saw Vee crossing their lawns, clad in an oversized bomber jacket, a sports bra, a pair of shorts and slides with bedhead that was out of this world - it was just part of the neighborhood charm at this point.

Before he even reached the grove he could see the grass begin to shift as the snakes slithered toward him. He didn’t know if they could just hear his footsteps or if they were just always around waiting for him, either way they never failed to greet him. He sat atop a tree stump, the garter snakes gathering around his feet.

β€œOkay, I know - you guys aren’t really here for me.” He pouted, opening the lid to the box and tossing out it’s contents. The crickets jumped in all different directions, the snakes following suit. Some lingered behind, their bellies full and preferring to linger by Vee’s side. He reached down, giving each one attention. Perlita slid down towards his hand, Vee frowning and placing her back around his neck. β€œNow, Perlita - you’ve had your turn. It’s Hattie and Frank’s turn now.”

After making sure everyone who wanted attention got it, he settled into place with his tea and book. The other fragments would often mock how he choose to spend his time in the light: mostly isolated, usually when their mind was falling asleep or waking up. It’s just when his mind lit up, there was no way of explaining it. He always enjoyed the company of snakes best. They enjoyed the stillness in his silence.

β€œVee,” His mother’s voice rang clear through her telepathic link. β€œYour breakfast will get cold soon, come home.”

Vee sighed, debating radio silence before sending back a dutiful. β€œYes, amma.”

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.calledby. katari
.prounouns. she/hers
.location. university campus

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β€œSo - what are we wearing today?” Katari asked the other fragments as she stood in front of the mirror, holding up her favorite selections. She rarely actually took any of their suggestions into account but if she played nice enough, Tanvi wouldn’t snatch a hold of the light as a way to defuse conflict.

β€œWe can change tonight before we go to the party, let’s just wear something comfy for school.” Pari said, making their arm twitch towards a cotton sweater.

β€œCome on - it’s the solstice. We have to look cute.” Katari yanked their hand back, turning back to her corner of the wardrobe. She could sense the tension in the silence, rolling her eyes as she pulled together an outfit she knew the other fragments would agree on. β€œWhat about this?”

The echoed in agreement, Katari throwing the clothes on the bed and sitting at her vanity. She supposed it was Pari’s as well - though Katari was the only one out of them who was good at make up. Opting for a simpler look to appease her other senses of self, she just put on a bit of liner and some lashes. She debated taking a stab at their hair but opted to leave it for later so it was fresh for the party, throwing it into a messy high bun instead.

She paused for a moment, sending out a few texts while she still held the light. The last text was more Pari, but Katari didn’t mind sending it on her behalf.

β€œI can’t believe you’re still making us go to classes today. I mean, it’s solstice day!” Katari complained to Tanvi, adjusting their clothes in the mirror debating between a cute boot or some oxford loafers. Just as she reached for the boot, Tanvi took hold opting for the loafers instead. Katari stumbled back into the under, grumbling the way down.

β€œIf I’m going to be walking around in the shoes all day, I’m going to pick them.” Tanvi said plainly, lacing up the shoes tight.