31st ♫ | The morning bells mark the break of dawn

[mytarget]

OC VOICETEST FOR BRYN PENDRAGON
"claire don't you have enough OCs" nO

Bryn is a travelling warrior all jacked up on the power of a dragon and out on a revenge roadtrip against the prince who destroyed her home. Despite how edgy that description makes her sound, she's actually a cheerful, high-energy sheltered weirdo with maybe one braincell to speak of who is having SO MUCH FUN out here on her wild adventure. World info is here, cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

BRYN IS:

• Around twentyish years old, s m o l and petite like a strong breeze would blow her over. Has super long lilac hair and a rose growing in place of her right eye.
  
• Dressed in a very pretty froufy combo of a dress and armour, all in shades of white and lilac. She wields a spear.
  
• Charged up with the magic of a dragon, despite not actually being a dragon herself. She may ping as some combo of "dragon", "half-dragon" or "undead" to characters sensitive to magic.
  
• Much much MUCH more physically strong and resilient than her appearance lets on
  
• Book smart, educated and well-spoken but shockingly street dumb
  
• Curious and inquisitive, quick to learn, but also a total airhead
  
• Friendly, kind, well-meaning (mostly)
  
• Occasionally kind of smug and condescending to humans, as a result of being raised by a dragon
  
• Kind of an enormous rage-fueled mess on the inside but she's (not) coping. It's fine


BRYN IS NOT:

• In apparent possession of any common sense or sense of self-preservation
  
• Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
  
• Blessed with more than one single braincell
  
• Familiar with modern day culture or technology

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

PROMPTS:

Random Scenario Meme Prompts
Jamjar CR Meme Prompts
Murdergame Scenario Meme Prompts

Comments

[jingled]

[do u have any jamjar prompt preferences bc i will probably go with That]

[draconite]

[ I'm happy to roll with whichever one you go with! ]

[magiicksquad]

[The RNG says we're in a bar brawl, how's a witch and a princess against a bunch of drunk rowdirs sound?]

[draconite]

[ it sounds like bryn is already going to get the chance to throw a grown-ass man like a frisbee so it's PERFECT ]

[magiicksquad]

[Ned crouched behind a heavy, overturned pub table, digging through her travel-worn leather satchel. It's a brief shelter from the utter chaos the rest of the tavern has descended into, but probably not for long.]

For the record. On the chance we don't survive this. I just want you to know- I'm completely sure this is your fault.

[Well, possibly. She still wasn't entirely sure how things had gone this badly; but when under-caffeinated and in doubt, blame the extrovert.]

[She finds what she's after in her bag, pulling out a spool of thread and a tiny cushion full of pins and needles.]

I can do a thing, but it's gonna keep me a little tied up, think you can bust some heads and cover me?

TWIN WITH A SPEAR? TWIN WITH A SPEAR.

[daughterofthemark]

[consider: jamjar bryn and arianna vs. modern technology]

[draconite]

[ ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!! what could go wrong ]

[prayerwheel]

[ hello fellow medieval fantasy lady with dragon magic, similar design elements, and a lance

On the [redacted] day of [redacted murdergame], Azura approaches a little too stealthily and holds out Bryn's lance. ]

This is yours, I presume.

[ ...........??? you gonna explain how you got it?? ]

...I received it with the usual pile of garbage we're given every week.

[ regain gacha, ok ]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's been a pretty constant source of happy, bubbly energy the whole time they've all been stuck in here, despite the awful Everything that's been going on around them. It's... honestly kind of weird? But probably nothing to worry about.

The point is mostly that once Bryn sees her lance, her face lights up even more brightly than usual. She's practically sparkling. ]

Sigrdrifa! [ because of course she named her lance. of course she fucking did. She'll go ahead and take it back, handling it with a deftness that implies immense familiarity. ] Of all the things for you to receive... oh, but I'm glad you did.

[foxymoron]

[welcome to University Excalibur, a school on an island, where the school is shaped like a giant sword plunged into the ground. It's full of morons and idiots, teenagers learning to transform into superheroes to fight aliens.

Or rather, you're in the shanty town just outside, where a fox-girl is waving a flag. the flag is more like a tablecloth tied to a laundry pole, and it has 'CHAOS' spraypainted, badly, onto it.]

Oh! Hello! I haven't seen you before! Are you a new student?

[... her tail is wagging like a dog's.]

[draconite]

[ ... well that's strange. She's reasonably sure she wasn't in front of this strange tower a moment ago? Yes, that's right, she was with Reifr and Rakel and everyone else and they were just setting out and then next thing... she was here.

How curious! She has no idea how this could've happened but you can bet your ass she's going to be sticking her nose into just about everything until she works it out. ]

Oh, not at all! In fact, I don't even know where I am!

[ at least she's... honest... ]

[bu773rfly]

[Enter, somethefuckwhere in this world, a province steeped in magic, wary of the world beyond, content to be ruled so long as it is not disturbed. Shaded by Yggdrasil, warded by Its Knights, it survives, a relative haven for humans who would live with magic.

There's a rumor riding about of late, though, disturbing the peace. Something about a ghost. Something about a lich, people take to correcting each other after a while - when you knock your soul loose to become one, you also knock the good and bad parts of the soul apart, and your conscience goes wandering. Read it in a book somewhere. Definitely a lich-shadow. You see the Knights out of late, it's a lich they're looking for, the Royal Knight of Roses was out here just yesterday saying nobody panic -


and so on, etc.

Other than that, all seems more or less well. There's a handful of lesser dragons in residence here, and a handful of people known for getting on with them, and the young Knight of the Dragon's Book is no landed aristocrat but he has a modest manor with spare rooms and knows to admire a proper dragon's pupil when he sees one. He's all stoicism and stern decorum and cool, steady confidence, even when he has to ask Bryn to leave his sister to her own company while pretending he trusts the request will be honored.

Erika is sickly, and shy, and even the house's three servants see little of her. She keeps to the third floor almost exclusively. She receives orders of books frequently. The same servants shake their heads wearily with faint smiles if asked to describe her. They recount brief but harrowing encounters.

Their healthy fear is probably why none of the doors on the third floor are unlocked. They've just...never had to be.]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's learned lots of things about being a good houseguest ever since she started travelling by herself. For example, she's learned that letting people make their own assumptions about her age and even leaning into their confusion often nets her more open doors and kindness than it does when she's fully honest about herself. She lets people blather on to themselves about how terrible it is that a chit of a girl like her – fourteen, fifteen, perhaps? – should be travelling on her own and how they simply have to offer some help, and she just smiles, nods and keeps the truth to herself. No need to cause a fuss over a bit of a misunderstanding.

Which is why it's sort of refreshing that she hasn't had to go through that whole song and dance with her rooming for the time being. She expects it, of course, from a knight carrying the banner of any sort of dragon, but she still appreciates it. So she doesn't push it. She smiles, nods along and promises to be on her very best behaviour – she's been given rules and it would be awful uncouth of her to break them.

And of course, the first thing Bryn does once she's left unsupervised is break them.

She trots upstairs onto the third floor with the breezy confidence of someone who fully believes they have all the right in the world to be making their presence everyone else's problem. She does, at least, have the decency to knock at the first door she sees though instead of just bursting in. Apparently, she has some boundaries. ]

Hello in there, if that's where you are! I'm looking for the lady of the house!

Purple sibs texting because I know what I'm about

[antidraconian]

Dear Brynhilde,

I am afraid

[...




Oops. That's the whole text.]

[draconite]

What is it this time???

[ "this time", she says, as if Einar is a man constantly jumping at his own shadow. Maybe this is just the mental image she's stubbornly constructed of him, as is her right as the Obnoxious Younger Sibling. ]

[acedious]

[Let's go with the strange dragon girl, he thought. It'll be exciting, he thought. If nothing else, it'll be a fun break for a little while, he thought. But this girl is...

No, no, don't think like that. He can just talk to her. They're both reasonable people, right?

...Well, one of them is. Maybe it will rub off on her.]

Miss Pendragon. [Calm approach. We're all friends here.

...He doesn't exactly have friendly energy at the best of times, though. He's. Trying.] If you could spare a moment, there is something that I would like to discuss.

[draconite]

[ On the contrary, Bryn just seems to be radiating friendly energy at basically all times. Which is weird, given what this little quest is about and how open she's been that this is probably going to end in a big ol' murder. It's sort of hard to believe, especially with the big smile she turns to Reifr once he speaks up. ]

Of course! We're travelling companions, taking the road by storm, just like in all the stories. You can talk to me about anything!

[foodforthot]

[PRESUMABLY THEY HAVE STOPPED TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER BY NOW, and by that i mean lofn has stopped trying to kill bryn because it was never going to work anyway.

so now she's just traveling with them, studying magic as she goes, and has decided she's going to just be a super strong witch and find her FIRST LOVE again that way.]

Oi, Byrn.

[she says it like 'burn'. she knows she's pronouncing it wrong. it's a nickname now, okay.]

Got a question about that eye of yours.

[draconite]

Oh? Which eye?

[ "Which eye", asks the girl with a rose blooming out of her right eye.

"Which eye" she fucking asks. ]

Spacemurder - First Meetings - idk I guess this is Airlocked Gaiden now

[itsprobablyfine]

Oh. Oh no...

[The wide windows in the chrome hallway provide a crystal clear view of the stars outside. It's astonishingly beautiful, and Valor looks torn between awe and abject, screaming terror, hand pressed against the cool glass.]

...N-ope!

[And looks like terror is winning. He spins on a heel, pulling the massive brim of his hat down over his eyes.]

Nope, nope, I'm not doing this, you can't make me.

[draconite]

[ And unfortunately for Valor, it looks like he has no choice but doing this. Because before he gets too far, he'll find himself suddenly intercepted by Bryn who looks, by contrast, absolutely delighted to be here. ]

Excuse me! I don't mean to trouble you, but have you seen what's happening outside the windows? I've never seen stars so close! Aren't they beautiful? Where is this place, I wonder?

[silvermeddle]

[so WHEREABOUTS IS BRYN HANGING because it isn't like Naja doesn't know these grounds like the back of her hand; it's an easy task to zip through the halls and the gardens and the back rooms in search of what a few people are calling their new guest, what Naja and Einar are calling family come to stay a while, so soon following some kind of reconciliation that now can't even be called the aftermath of it. So, where and when she finds her—]

Brynhilde? Supper is nearly ready. Are you going to eat with us?

[draconite]

[ Bryn's in the gardens – as seems to be common for her, apparently. There's nothing much complex about it, at least as far as Bryn herself thinks. She's used to the outdoors and the gardens are pretty, so of course she's happiest here. If she wanted to probe a little deeper than that, she'd uncover some slightly more uncomfortable feelings – the certainty that she's an ill-fitting addition to the house, a troublesome fixture that's in dire need of removal, as quickly as possible. So she tries not to think about it very hard. The gardens are pretty. She likes it out here. That's all it needs to be.

That doesn't stop her from starting a bit, like she's been caught doing something wrong, when she hears Naja approach. As uneasy as the truce between siblings is proving to be, Naja's been nothing but kind in spite of it all. It leaves her feeling caught between admiration and intimidation in roughly equal measure and so she's a touch meeker now than she might be inclined to be with any of the others. ]

Oh – you wouldn't mind having me at supper with you? [ She says it like she's a guest passing through and not a family member here to stay. ] I wouldn't want to put extra work on the kitchen staff if it's not needed...

finally climbs in for Some Kind Of Jamjar Nonsense

[tohaveandtohoard]

[ it would be exceptionally difficult to miss the newest arrival.

for one thing, it's a huge, fluffy dragon. for another, it's picked the tallest, most visible spot it could find to sprawl out, feathered wings and long tail all half spread to soak up the sunlight as it sulks basks. the whole thing is either extremely majestic, or an extremely unsubtle message of cat-like refusal to be ruffled by the whole "kidnapped to another world" thing depending on the perspective of the one looking at it.

that steady nonchalance is perhaps ruined by it slitting an eye open the instant Bryn gets anywhere even remotely near it, and then lifting its head to give her a long, steady stare. ]

[draconite]

[ While everyone has, rather reasonably, been treating this new arrival with some degree of caution, Bryn is... not doing that. It's obvious to anyone who gives her an even passing glance that she's brimming over with excitement over the arrival of another dragon, as she puts this.

If anyone finds this statement dubious, they're polite enough to not say so to her face.

Which is why she has no reason to think she shouldn't set off to meet with him right away. She doesn't even look deterred when he cracks open an eye and fixes her with a stare – unbelievably, she just beams at him. ]

So you are awake! I was certain you wouldn't have simply nodded off so quick in a place like this.