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:

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Comments

[silvermeddle]

We eat dinner as a family, whenever we're lucky enough to have the chance, [she begins, easily, as though it is explanation enough on its own, except that Brynhilde is—hm. Charming, strong-willed, loved and cherished by Naja's most beloved, and dumb as a brick. And so, Naja continues, all in the same breezy sentence,] so we'd all be quite happy if you took the place we've set for you.

[The work is already done, she doesn't say, among other things, because it's hard to notice how little time Brynhilde spends inside, how the gardeners have their routines laid out and easily followed step-by-step and are so easily dodged on their ways down the same paths across the vast estate. If she does not fit in among the high ceilings and stained glass, the sparkle and shine of the palace and the hissing bustle of its nobility—well, it isn't like this is the first time Naja has built a family around something lonely and displaced.]