Lady Brynja Blackwood
I don't stop when I'm tired -- I stop when I'm done.
Description: Brynja is a tall, solidly built woman who walks with predatory grace. The shape of her face is triangular, angular cheekbones tapering down to a small pointed chin. A pair of cool, tilted blue eyes study her surroundings intensely underneath her dark arched brows. Her golden blonde hair is held back in tight braids running over her scalp, with her tresses falling down to the small of her back. Though clearly feminine, their are only slight curves amongst the sinew and muscles comprising her body, giving her an androgynous appearance underneath the layers of her armor. Numerous small scars mar the rust red tribal tattoos which dance down her arms and legs, but her young visage has remained unscathed from the brutality of battle and untouched by the ravages of time.
Personality: Brusque, churlish, rude - or just bitchy, if one doesn't want to bother with propriety - are all attributes friends and foes alike have ascribed to Brynja at some point or another. She is friendly and can hold her drink, too, but she sets high personal standards for herself and doesn't suffer the lamentations of fools easily.
She is a fierce protector of her family and friends, even if she doesn't like them much; this is likely to get her into more trouble than anything else in the new world she resides in.
Also, she has a fondness for wolves. Who would have guessed?
Background: Brynja was born in the wild lands, beyond the bounds of what most consider civilization, the eldest child of Sigurd Blackwood. Her mother passed away when she was young, dying under mysterious circumstances, and leaving her father heartbroken. As a way of honoring her memory and helping himself recover from his grief, Sigurd taught Brynja the ways of the warrior as soon as she could stand, and she has been on that path ever since.
Her father would eventually find love again and remarry. As she blossomed into a young woman, word of her deeds spread among the tribes, and she gained notoriety for her unrelenting ferocity in battle. Many great men made many great excuses when she bested them in combat, but Brynja had hardly a care -- you don't get very far with excuses.
When Tolamar Brand came to assault their lands and enslave their people, Brynja was on the front lines, commanding the Blackwood infantry. She performed well, even if she received another scar or two. She was less thrilled at the notion of becoming a silk when her family decided to bend the knee to House Crovane.
She will just have to make do.
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