Lady Brianna Halfshav
Anyone that's seen all of the wild and violent North knows that life is far too short to not experience fully.
Description: When flattering bards sing of 'the wildfire of sunrise tresses,' they might mean Lady Brianna Halfshav. Popular southern songs singing of northern women tell how the cold north cannot contain the fire of their beauty, or the blaze of their vitality, and she fits the ideal of the songs perfectly. Her fierce blue eyes entrance, reflecting one's own soul in their intense mirth or fury. Her lush lips accentuate the rampant joy or dark fury that her lovely eyes hold. Her frame is the muse to many an artist, with soft curves and graceful lines. She takes the breath away entering a room, then fill it again with a sense of life and delight that no one can match. When one catches a glimpse of her alone, they may see the deep sadness she lets through where no one else can see.
Personality: Brianna never quite settled into the role of a proper lady. She is courteous, graceful, demure when needs be, and knows all the steps of the courtly dance, but it's all practice, rather than natural ability. She loves to laugh at raunchy humor, and dance a bawdy dance. She loves living in Arx, because it lets her dress in the nigh-scandalous fashions of the Lyceum - which show more skin than is practical in the cold North. She's rarely inappropriate and never so by intention, but she loves how the Velenosa skirt that line, and the rich sparkles of the Grayson mines. She can be vain, cruel, and terrible when she needs to be, but mostly she simply wants to experience life like few can. She made for warfare and the adventures that go with it, and she makes her own adventures in the wilds of the city life. Little ignite the wild fury she feels like the Shav that terrorize her homeland, and she becomes completely irrational when talk turns to them and their ilk.
Background: A true child of the north, Brianna has always wanted more. She's proud of everything about her heritage, taking particular pride in her family House Halfshav winning glory for House Redrain and laying low the worst elements of the Abandoned in the North. Despite that pride, she yearns to see more, and she grew up of tales among northern nobility about the wild customs and fashions of the south and the pageantry of the court of Arx. When she was finally old enough to accompany her father south to court, it seemed to be all she had ever dreamed, delighting in all she found and even meeting the king, becoming King Alaric IV's frequent companion.
Shortly after the king's marriage, she was forced to return to the north, but has since returned after the tragedy of the King's Rest. Still bright and vivacious, she also has a newfound determination and intensity about her, the tragedy of recent events with the coma of the king and deaths of so many others weighing heavily upon her mind.
|Adora||Talkative silk. Talked about buying something, but didn't front any silver. I don't like her.|
|Berenice||My new best fashion friend. It has been decided!|
|Reese||bad ass, lovely and with graceful welcoming words.|