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

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

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

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

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

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

[ 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 ]

[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.]

[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.]

Dear Brynhilde,

I am afraid

[...

Oops. That's the whole text.]

[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.

[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.

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.

[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?

[ 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. ]

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TWIN WITH A SPEAR? TWIN WITH A SPEAR.

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Purple sibs texting because I know what I'm about

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

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finally climbs in for Some Kind Of Jamjar Nonsense