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

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Comments

[draconite]

Ah, yes, Sigrdrifa!

[ She plants one fist on her hip and proudly sets the lance down, tip pointing skywards. It's a hell of a pose. She's even got her chest all puffed out. Aren't you impressed. ]

What has you curious?

[acedious]

Yes, well. Loathe as I am to speak of Sigrdrifa as if she is not present...

[...What the hell is he doing, it's a spear.]

Ah. Do you always bring it everywhere with you?

[draconite]

Of course!

[ it's kind of impressive how she managed to make that sound like "well, DUH" through tone of voice alone. ]

It's dangerous to travel the roads as we do without any protection.

[acedious]

And... when we are not on the roads?

[draconite]

Keeping a weapon close at hand at all times is common sense!

[acedious]

Yes. You and I certainly think that - [NO HE DOESN'T] - but you see, other people might... look at it differently.

[antidraconian]

Dearest Brynhilde,

It eases my mind to know you have such thoughtful friends at your side, just as it warms my heart to know the people of Iðunn have your assistance. If I can say I've learned anything in my time, it's that one person's meager strength increases tenfold in true company.

May I hope to see you, then? I'll not trespass on your band if you don't yet wish to meet.

Your brother,
Einar

[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]

Then that must be how it's done! Perhaps the components are fed in through a pipe, like the water pump?

[ She sounds so please with herself for working that out... ]

[draconite]

Are you going to let him do it?

[ That seems like it should be super accusatory, but it just comes out sounding weirdly thoughtful... ]

[draconite]

Oh, it's to be hide and seek, then! I'm a bit old for games like that, but I'm happy to play along!

[ She says it nicely enough but there's a lilt to her tone that's either mocking or teasing – truthfully, it's hard to tell which.

But at least if they're heading into the room then there's less chance of her being spotted in the hallway and dragged away before she has a chance to set eyes on this mysterious girl. So in she comes, shutting the door behind her to be extra sure they won't be disturbed, and peers around the room, squinting a little, as if that might make her pop out of a gloomy corner somewhere. ]

[draconite]

[ Bryn is typing.

Pause.

Bryn is typing.

Pause.

... This repeats another few times, which is pretty out of character for Bryn who texts at approximately the speed of light. But eventually: ]

If you're going to be in Iðunn, it'd be silly for us not to meet. If you let me know where your lodgings are going to be, I can come and meet you there.

[ Hmm. She can do a little better than that, can't she? ]

It would be nice to work alongside you, with the relief efforts.

[draconite]

Oh? Which eye?

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

"Which eye" she fucking asks. ]

[daughterofthemark]

Ah! Yes, that must be it! A concealed pump somewhere, perhaps controlled by the knob earlier. What a clever device!

[Stoves, the height of invention.]

[foodforthot]

[She just. Stares. So completely gobsmacked. That. That's a thing? She asked that? For serious? This girl, who Lofn swore revenge on, who dedicated her life to trying to ruin, is genuinely asking that? What the fuck? Why is this her life?]

Oh, you know, whichever is fine.

[she just. going to completely deadpan this.]

[draconite]

But surely they must be used to seeing travellers with their weapons?

[ people usually PUT THOSE AWAY when they're not travelling, Bryn ]

I don't see at all why it's a problem.

[acedious]

It is still common courtesy to not carry them around in certain places.

And you can come across as a little... threatening.

[IN A STRANGELY BUBBLY SORT OF WAY........]

[bu773rfly]

[The far corner of the room - the one the door swings open to block from view - is dominated by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Erika is backed into it. She is small and thin, with bony wrists and elbows and long dark hair, and wearing a soft yellow nightgown in the middle of the day. She is also very still, statuelike, as the door clicks shut and as Bryn turns.

There is an encyclopedia-thick book in her hands. The moment their eyes meet, she hurls it, with startling force and accuracy.]

[antidraconian]

[Yes! YES! He's making a meaningful connection with his sister. He's not sure how, but Einar must finally be doing something right. He could cry.]

Dear Brynhilde,

I would like that very much.

[And then, in a second text:]

As I will be staying with the currently dispossesed baron and his family, however, perhaps I ought come to you instead?

O;)

(In case you don't know, that's meant to represent a winking face. Symbols like that are called smileys, because they are smiling. See?)

With gladness, your brother,
Einar

[draconite]

Imagine how clever someone must be, to come up with a thing like this!

[ And she's back to sounding delighted all over again. Inventions!! Are so cool!!!! ]

It must save so much time when it comes to cooking. How hot do you suppose it gets?

[ And without any further warning she juST REACHES FOR THE LIT STOVE??? BRYN NO ]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's reflexes are just about quick enough that she has time to put her hands up in the few seconds it takes for the book to sail across the room. Maybe someone else who was less of a total disaster could've pulled off a cool move like catching it in mid-air before it hits her in the face, but unfortunately for Bryn, she misses by a mile and gets beaned by it right between the eyes. Ouch.

She gives a short yelp of pain and wavers back a step, lifting a hand to cover the now angry red mark on her forehead where the book had collided with her. It's... honestly a big underreaction for a girl her size, considering she's just taken a giant book to the face? But don't worry about it. It's fine. ]

That hurt! [ she looks, like, mildly annoyed about it at best. ] There was no need for that at all!

[draconite]

[ How is it that her 30ish year old brother is also her 90 year old grandma who has just discovered Facebook for the first time. It's incredible. ]

I will ask the owner of the inn we're staying with – I'm sure he wouldn't mind an extra guest or two, even with all the trouble.

But before you can come here you have to explain one thing.

O;) <- What's the circle for?

[draconite]

I can?!

[ This is the first time she's sounded appropriately concerned about this whole line of conversation so... progress, perhaps? ]

I don't understand... how could that be so?

[ never fucking mind ]

[draconite]

Oh! I suppose if it's either one then it doesn't really matter much.

[ INCREDIBLE!!! ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!! ]

What was it you wanted to ask?

[foodforthot]

[she's just. going to quietly judge, like she has literally any room to.]

Do you still have an eye under the flower?