BRELL RHYSMOHR
"We are Gods."
Full Name:
Brellan Rhysmohr
Race:
Half-Sil’Norai / Half-Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5'1"
Weight: Wiry
Birthdate: 10th of Rime, 4603
Birth: Essen, Brandt (Lorien)
Raw Magic:
Nightfall (Apprentice)
Brand (Novice)
Professions:
Mage
Titles:
N/A
Factions:
The Covenant - Pact
Enemies:
TBD
Religion:
Complicated
Partners: N/A
Languages:
Fluent: Common, Common Sign
Mageblight:
0 - None
Brellan Rhysmohr
Race:
Half-Sil’Norai / Half-Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5'1"
Weight: Wiry
Birthdate: 10th of Rime, 4603
Birth: Essen, Brandt (Lorien)
Raw Magic:
Nightfall (Apprentice)
Brand (Novice)
Professions:
Mage
Titles:
N/A
Factions:
The Covenant - Pact
Enemies:
TBD
Religion:
Complicated
Partners: N/A
Languages:
Fluent: Common, Common Sign
Mageblight:
0 - None
DETAILS
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It is clear this youth has fiery blood simmering in her veins.
She walks with a firm determination rarely found in those her age, which makes her small form drowning in furs and coats all the stranger.
Elongated, knife-like ears and sharp features speaks loudly of one parent’s heritage. Heavily lashed brown eyes frequently peer at those around her with a manipulative curiosity. A bulky mess of dark curls striped with silver adorns her head, matching her luxuriantly full, white-flecked eyebrows and eyelashes, and contrasts with the paleness of her freckled skin. Patches of asymmetrical, snowy skin pepper her body as well and darkened veins peek through these blotches; however, her cheeks and up-turned nose are usually rosy – to her annoyance – and nearly match the pink of her lips
She has a strange and unique monochromatic look to her, which she drives further by wearing clothing of darkened darks and whitened whites. Cloaks, breeches, shortened robes with boots… she ensures she is warm and comfortable. Elegance has never been in her interests, though she is starting to expand her wardrobe to fit a certain look expected of mages.
She walks with a firm determination rarely found in those her age, which makes her small form drowning in furs and coats all the stranger.
Elongated, knife-like ears and sharp features speaks loudly of one parent’s heritage. Heavily lashed brown eyes frequently peer at those around her with a manipulative curiosity. A bulky mess of dark curls striped with silver adorns her head, matching her luxuriantly full, white-flecked eyebrows and eyelashes, and contrasts with the paleness of her freckled skin. Patches of asymmetrical, snowy skin pepper her body as well and darkened veins peek through these blotches; however, her cheeks and up-turned nose are usually rosy – to her annoyance – and nearly match the pink of her lips
She has a strange and unique monochromatic look to her, which she drives further by wearing clothing of darkened darks and whitened whites. Cloaks, breeches, shortened robes with boots… she ensures she is warm and comfortable. Elegance has never been in her interests, though she is starting to expand her wardrobe to fit a certain look expected of mages.
Marks of Control
MENTALITY
Likes: Knowledge, Liberty, Power
Dislikes: Politics, Pacifism, Weak-Wills
Merits: Resolute, Dependable, Brave
Flaws: Abrasive, Brusque, Cruel
Personality
Brell is an arrogant and impatient young woman. She lacks the subtle political tact one would expect from one raised at The Lodge, though this may be more a trait of rebelliousness. She is quick to speak without fully softening her words and she can be harsh to those she has not designated as a friend, which typically means many prickle at her approach. To comrades, she is reliable and steadfast, and will come to their aid when needed. Begrudgingly and complaining? Absolutely.
Though studious and ambitious, she has a fiery spontaneity that tends to land her in more trouble than she would ever admit. With that said, her fervor for individuality and freedom of thought simmers quietly beneath the surface to avoid any punishments as she weaves her way through the political changes of Lorien.
Brell is an arrogant and impatient young woman. She lacks the subtle political tact one would expect from one raised at The Lodge, though this may be more a trait of rebelliousness. She is quick to speak without fully softening her words and she can be harsh to those she has not designated as a friend, which typically means many prickle at her approach. To comrades, she is reliable and steadfast, and will come to their aid when needed. Begrudgingly and complaining? Absolutely.
Though studious and ambitious, she has a fiery spontaneity that tends to land her in more trouble than she would ever admit. With that said, her fervor for individuality and freedom of thought simmers quietly beneath the surface to avoid any punishments as she weaves her way through the political changes of Lorien.
HISTORICS
Basic History
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