Archlector Brigida of Petrichor
Bring faith to the gods. Bring compassion to your fellows. Leave your nonsense at the door. Or if you must keep it, keep it inside your head and do not trouble me with it.
Social Rank: 5
Concept: Woman of Iron
Religion: Pantheon; Petrichor
Hair Color: silver-blonde
Eye Color: dark green
Description: It's hard to tell where the blonde in Brigida's hair ends and the white begins. She keeps it short, a round, shapely cut that fluffs little around her head like the aureole of a silvery dandelion when she does not comb it back. Her eyes are a deep green, leafy, that sometimes shows a tiny gold fleck, like sunlight dappling through the forest. What was once a rubenesque youth and beauty is now a soft rounding of age, etched with minimal lines but cast in deep grooves that highlight the strength of her cheekbones. Her nose is slightly broad, slightly flattened. Her eyebrows are a darker blond arch over her vivid eyes. She might have once been taller, but now stands rounded and small and with immense gravitas, sometimes carrying a stick.
Personality: Brigida has lived through it, whatever it is. Loss, death, war, love, tragedy, dreams dying aborning, dreams awakening: she's been there. She knows. Her wisdom is cut with no little vinegar. She is fierce and bold behind an iron propriety that has been cultivated with age, and only occasionally is breached to deliberately shock people. Tough, tough-minded, and without compunction about doing what needs done, she is socially extremely perceptive, clever, and can be as manipulative as an entire league of grandmothers working in concert.
Background: Brigida has lived through it all.
When she was a girl, she was as fine a hunter, dancer, and player of music as any lady of the Lyceum. She was not the most beautiful of her sisters but she was clearly the most accomplished. At sixteen, she was the Golden Rose of Tor, and she had lovers on her string at twenty ranging from all over the Compact.
But all idylls end.
Brigida joined the Faith relatively late -- at 24 -- in part to avoid a disastrous marriage she did not want that would have sent her to the Laurents. She had no desire to join the workhorse duchy of the Valardins. Instead, she cast aside the silks of her wild life as the Golden Rose of Tor, and threw herself into a new life as a priestess. She had a solid background of Lyceum politics to bring with her to the priesthood along with genuine faith for the gods and a healthy respect for the power structures here that she could potentially grow into. She had already survived at least three poisonings before she donned her first robe. She learned quickly that the machinations of the priests were different in form from those of Lycene politics but not in kind. Ambitious people jockey for position everywhere, and the Faith is no exception.
By the time she was 40, she was such a mainstay of the priests of Petrichor that there were few other names that could even be considered for his Archlector. Yet at this pinnacle she chose to stay, leading the godsworn and championing the guardian of the land rather than attempting to politic any higher.
|Ajax||A feel like she's one of those people that do their damnest to get a read on everything that exists. She scares me.|
|Alecstazi||I have heard tales of this former Rose of Tor. Her beauty remains in the bones of her face, in the flash of her eyes and her sprightly nature. I think she might have my number however. I should be sure to watch myself around her.|
|Amari||As no-nonsense and sharp as ever, but that's strangely reassuring in truth. Barf definitely approves, and he's usually not so taken with strangers.|
|Antea||I've never seen an older woman so quickly and successfully cow a Prince to the point of reducing him to a doll-like creature. I laughed. On the inside.|
|Arcadia||She's so old. And wrinkly. And scary. Sort of a cross between the gran who would give you sweets, and the one who would belt your ears for doing something wrong.|
|Arman||The radiant Golden Rose of Tor, just as sharp tongued as I remember. Our history is bathed in duty and familiarity, yet to see her now after all this time renews my willingness to orbit her ferocity. Blessed is she and all those who claim her company.|
|Athaur||This is not how I pictured meeting an Archlector. But she was patient and understanding. I see why she got where she was.|
|Bhandn||I did not expect the Archlector of Petrichor to be so direct. Some part of me thinks she has spent a notable amount of time praying to Gloria as well.|
|Bonnie||Finishing a bottle all in one swig like that is impressive for anyone, even moreso for priests.|
|Braden||An Archlector. And I do not think I angered her. My family will be happy!|
|Calista||She will forever be The Golden Rose. What an inspiration and truly someone I admire.|
|Cambria||One must never forget that the Archlector was once the Golden Rose of Tor. That, coupled with her tenure among the Faith, makes her a most formidable woman.|
|Catriona||I would have thought the air would be the coldest thing I'd encounter on a winter night. I now know I was mistaken.|
|Delilah||A rose retains its bloom and thorns long after the first budding. The Archlector has wit to her that nigh cuts, but in the same moment, she has a grace and ready offering of balmy wisdom we are all in need of now or then.|
|Duarte||I'm sure there's a subset of people (those who enjoy the unnecessarily astringent and indiscriminately waspish) that find her just lovely.|
|Evonleigh||Sharp as a blue jay scolding a crow near its nest -- but I do admit she did what the rest of us were thinking. I'll try to stay on her good side!|
|Flavien||The Archlector carries herself with dignity, but she reminds me of a keen-eyed grandmother. One who doesn't let you get away with much, but the indulgences she does are all the better for them.|
|Gianna||Still incredibly intimidating, but she does appreciate musical talent, and that's something.|
|Giuliano||Fearsome, this Archlector. Granted, we were whispering, which is rude. We had the scolding coming. I will make sure to include her quiet conversations from now on.|
|Grazia||The Archlector is quite the dancer, and the saucy old lady, too. I hope that I'm as smooth as that when I get old.|
|Josephine||What a dancer, waht a rose, what a... prime example of how the young things running around the city these days should behave.|
|Juniper||The Archlector of Petrichor, she's one of those who, when you've truly earned it, will give a kind word-- and being so sparing with them, makes you crave it all the more. I should like to live up to her expectations, doing so would mean I've accomplished a thing.|
|Lisebet||Caring and empathic, she seems well suited for her position.|
|Lucita||Others speak of a crusty exterior or very plain speaking. She reminds Lucita of an old grouchy seeming bbut beloved by Lucita cook back in Granato that had a heart of gold and fiercely watched out for her people. As long as one gave no nonsense or wasted her time they got along beautifully. Brigida speaks with candor yet understanding and interest in others. I like her.|
|Mabelle||Oh she knows she's important. She scares me. I like scary things, this needs exploring.|
|Maja||Archlector, judging by her robes. She was very no-nonsense and salty -- in a city full of flatterers, it was a refreshing change to have someone talking about taking a switch to people who don't meet expectations. Wouldn't wanna get on her bad side!|
|Martino||So perfect with the barbs, so astute to. Truly, while people will be drawn to her as an opponent. They are foolish for not testing themselves, and their wit, against on of the Compact's finest|
|Merek||She speaks her mind when she wishes to. I respect this about her also as well!|
|Miranda||Archlector. They can be very intimidating, except when you need their guidance. She has a way about her that I like.|
|Mirella||I bet that trying to argue the Archlector down would be about as fruitless as repeatedly punching a marble statue and expecting it to bleed. What a sight to see her chastise that rowdy knight. I enjoyed that a bit too much.|
|Mirk||The Archlector of Petrichor. More open to working with a shaman like me than I'd expect. The sharp tongue, however, is not merely rumor.|
|Morgan||I remember again now why I really prefer the city and towns to the woods. If this is what's lurking to spread Petrichor's word, I'd rather live in a necropolis.|
|Ophelia||I do need to spend more time with the Archlector. There is much I can learn from her! Until then, I will continue sharpening my archery skills and put them to good use for the Lodge of Petrichor.|
|Parisa||I'mSorryI'mNotArvani!IDidn'tMeantItAsAnInsult!ToTheParoshariOldJustMeansYou'reVeryWise! Brigida is /not/ old. I swear!|
|Petal||The archlector of Petichor who I am honored to know and work with at the lodge. I hope to know her better and plant more roses.|
|Quenia||She can be a bit intimidating, but I truly appreciate her support of the Igniseri effort to build an agricultural center dedicated to Petrichor, Lagoma, and Mangata, and the fact she's going to bless the project.|
|Quintin||The formidable Archlector is not someone I would ever want to be on the bad side of. Ever.|
|Raimon||The former golden rose, who's thorns are still intact.|
|Ras||She definitely doesn't scare me at all. Definitely....definitely not....ugh, who am I kidding, she's like a stormcloud.|
|Reese||Speaks with authority and and has away about that is hard to put into words, motherly power, although she probably isn't a mother or maybe she is in a way, being blessed by the very land.|
|Ronja||I've nearly been launched into the shark-filled ocean by waves threatening to break my ship in half and I still don't think I've ever been as scared of anything as I am of this woman's gaze. On the other hand, I DO hope my lips are as soft as hers when I'm that age.|
|Rowenova||Archlector of Petrichor. An interesting woman with a fine pig. Sir Floppington sure loves her, too.|
|Sabine||Now here is a pillar. How crisp she is, so fine an edge.|
|Saro||She's a little bit terrifying. Not to mention being another woman who knows definitely what she wants and definitely how to get it, which makes her more terrifying still.|
|Sophie||Kind, but strong. I'm not used to being put in my place. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it. Mostly... it makes me melacholy. She makes me miss my mother.|
|Talwyn||Is it alright to admit to myself that she frightens me a little? Still, she's wise, and undoubtedly has the best interests of the Lord of the Deep Woods at heart.|
|Vega||I like her. She cuts through the chaff to get to the heart of a matter and is not afraid to speak her mind.|
|Videl||A brief encounter, but an interesting person. Does she really care how the children feel about winter though?|
|Viviana||A bit of a surprise I must admit. Not as dull as I feared.|
|Willow||She reminds me of my aunt. I really like her.|
|Zara||She has a fearlessness and a conviction that is inspiring -- and intimidating. There's something to be learned in watching her, in her command of a space and the attention of those within it.|