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Post by briannawhite on May 20, 2010 3:27:29 GMT -5
 An attitude? Bree? Never... It was self defence. If he looked at it from her perspective, she was a foreigner, all by herself. In her opinion she had a right to be slightly cold and hostile. He didn't have to know that she was always cold and hostile regardless of where she was, and the likelihood of her settling down and becoming more personable upon reaching Camelot was about as likely as her being able to see her parents again. But in her defence, the pauses between conversations were her phrasing sentences in a language that she hadn't been naturally speaking for the last twenty seven years. "Permenant, no. It depends on the wishes of my own court and the goodwill of Uther as to how long I stay." Which may be a very short visit or a seemingly endless stay.
She could the feel irritation at her attitude towards him and lodged in the back of her mind that the knights here were possibly more highly strung than the courtiers at home. Bree herself was no stranger to veiled insults and catty remarks. She just simply appeared to not notice them, and lodged them in the ledgers of her mind for later use. Patience was a wonderful thing to have, and she had enough to rival a mountain glacier. His, she could see, was beginning to wear thin, especially upon her denying the opportunity to talk to her over a drink. Well, there was plenty of time for talk during the ride. "Shall we be off then?" |
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Post by briannawhite on May 19, 2010 13:31:35 GMT -5
In her opinion, the least known about her, the better. Over the passing journey she had been able to formulate a relatively truthful back story for her reasons for travelling to Albion. They neededn't know that she had been...persuaded into coming through the deaths of her parents. If someone questioned her, she would explain that she was sent to perhaps improve relations with Albion, being fluent in English and capable of looking after herself. About the only thing she had to look forward to was the possibility of finding the other sorcerors in Camelot. Like a game of pin the tail on the magician. Ironically, although her own people wanted her to inform them of goings on at Camelot, she wouldn't favour either side but that of being around at the end of it all.
And no, she wasn't concerned about the sword bearing knight on a charger. There were much worse things out there than a man and his horse, things that made even her own skin crawl should she meet them. The only time she would concern herself over knights or raiders would if it concerned being discovered as a sorceress. But neither was she going to stop and take a drink with him. Going into that tavern full of rather loud people and alcohol was about as high up her list of current desires as going for a swim in flesh dissolving acid. "No, thank you. I ate on the road, and my water flask was refilled in the village." And purified. There were a great deal of benifits from being connected to the elements. |
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Post by briannawhite on May 19, 2010 3:41:11 GMT -5
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Post by briannawhite on May 19, 2010 3:13:11 GMT -5
Brianna hadn't been the one to personally send out the request for the escort - not a bodyguard, but a knight on a horse that would send the message to the raiders that she was under the protection of Camelot as she travelled - safe passage, as the papers in her bag proclaimed. Oh, she was safe enough, she knew that much. But infront of Sir Lancelot she would have to be on her guard about just what parts of her magic she could use without suspicion. Although, she had a feeling that suspicion would be placed on her at Camelot itself, no matter how much she lied about her gifts.
And speaking of her escort, here he came now, the hooves of his large stallion thunking into the dirt in that heavy way of a horse bearing the weight of chainmail and sword. Irigan's head swung slightly towards them, as if acknowledging their presence, whilst Bree sat there and continued to read until he started speaking - and she was wondering if she would be there all day waiting for him to get on with it. Well, at least his speech gave her mind time to readjust from the Gaelic book that she had been reading from, to the English that she had spent the years learning at court. She spoke with a light, lilting accent of someone who spent more time speaking a different language than this one. "Yes, I am Brianna. Thank you for arriving promptly." Brianna was a stickler for timekeeping. If you asked her to be somewhere at a certain time, she would be there on time or at least five minutes early, and expected other people to do the same. "Shall we move on, or have you business to attend to in the village?" |
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Post by briannawhite on May 18, 2010 16:42:27 GMT -5
So, this was Albion? Not too dissimilar to her own lands. But then again, this was the countryside, the pleasant part, with the birds and the venison that she would love to hunt for dinner. But there was no time to dally in the wilds, because she was supposed to be meeting the person who would 'guide' her to Camelot. A Sir Lancelot, supposedly. Nevermind that she could've made her own way in good time - she had a map, and she had herself. That was all she really needed. That and her horse, Irigan, a dapple grey mare with an attitude to match her rider. But, unfortunately, it wouldn't be particularly fitting for a foreign noblewoman to appear at the gates of the city without any escort. Best to play by the rules, because being burnt at the stake was not high on her to do list.
The straight backed, confident way with which she rode along the dirt track seemed to radiate a slight chill in the air, a physical warning that it might not be such a good idea to try and suprise the noblewoman with a bow and a saddlebag containing who knew what. Her other escort was drinking himself silly in the village, whilst she continued to its outskirts to await the arrival of this Lancelot, removing a small, plain book as she waited for the steady thud of hooves into the damp ground to approach her.
And if he missed her, he was blind. It was pretty difficult to miss a tall lady on a well kept horse, with high quality clothes in a little village where they would be lucky to find enough silk to make a handkerchief. Nevermind that she was reading a book and carring a bow and a full quiver of arrows. Bree had no idea what Uther would ask her to do with her bow when she got there, but under no circumstances was she leaving at ho...behind. She didn't have a home anymore. That was why she was here, sat waiting for some pain in the thóin to take to a place where she couldn't practice magic and would have to socialise. Talk about a nightmare. |
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Post by briannawhite on May 18, 2010 14:53:44 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Brianna Elizabeth White
.:Nick Name:. Bree
.:Age:. 27
.:Status:. Nobility
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Bree is a tall and striking woman, with a shapely figure that she makes no effort to either enhance or hide with her dresses, made of light, simple, comfortable materials that allow for easy movement and little noises. Her hair falls in long ebony waves, kept in neat precise styles, usually in a bun or a plait – she doesn't go for hairpins much. Her simple, elegant style befits her status in the court, but isn't extravagant like some. Instead she lets her posture and the glares from her piercing blue eyes do the work for her...just the straight, alert way she stands gives the impression that she was perhaps a little bit further up the chain than a mere courtier.
.:Height:.5ft8
.:Portrayed by:. Anne Hathaway
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.Bree is cold, possibly colder than the ice she likes to play with. She grew up an introverted child, silent and calculating, and is known for although being polite, very concise and with undertones of sarcasm. She comes across as an unfriendly person, quite simply because she is. She doesn't like people. She prefers everything but people, and if it weren't for her desire to know everything that goes on – shifts in power, any hint of sorcery being permitted, she'd vanish into the countryside and live in peace.
But, gain her respect, and she's a friend for life. It's not something easily gained, you have to really prove to her that you're worthy of it, but once it's there, then you have a powerful ally. She doesn't believe in romance, except as a weakness of the heart that could be used, but then again, she's never let anyone close enough to her to establish that sort of bond. Perhaps the ice of her heart would melt under the right circumstances – but she'd never admit it, or accept that she would permit it to happen. Most people just see a somewhat mysterious, haughty noblewoman that no one knows too much about, then take a look in her eyes and decide they don't want anything to do with her...which is perfectly alright with Bree.
.:Strengths:.
- Bree grew up away from Camelot and was permitted to learn archery, which she pursued with relative enthusiasm
- She keeps her head in a situation, remaining cool instead of flaring off
- Witty: If she's going to talk to you, expect sarcasm and replies that don't tell you much
- Trustworthy: She won't double-cross you, and if she makes a promise, she'll keep it
- Emotionless: Bree gives the appearance of not giving any sort of damn at all, except for a moderate dislike of everyone.
- Her eyes: Bree's eyes are very piercing, like they look through you and out the other side, having a nose around inside you to find out what makes you tick.
.:Weaknesses:.
- Bree is practically always alone, which could technically be a hazardous thing. She has no remaining family, and no friends left to speak of.
- She doesn't make friends easily in the slightest, which means that people do not usually wish to tell her things
- Foreign: She comes from Ireland, which makes her a stranger in Camelot, and the knowledge she was sent from the court there to liaise with Camelot
- Promises: Bree does not take her promises lightly. If she swears something, she will follow through, no matter the consequences.
.:Magic Abilities:.
Trained as a Priestess of the Old Religion, Bree possesses skills with water, air and a little earth magic, specialising in ice. She can mould these to her whims, and control them with the ease with which an author might a quill. However, she posses no skill with fire, because it clashes too distinctly with her water magic. One of her favourite pastimes is crafting the little glass statues out of sand that are set on her mantelpiece.
.:Special Skills:.
Aside from her elemental training, she possesses good horsemanship and archery, and would make a good hunter. She also speaks fluently in Gaelic, the language of her home country.
.:Accents:. Irish
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Dublin, Ireland
.:Family:. Alyssa White (deceased), Michael White (deceased). Brother: Alexander White (Missing, presumed deceased)
.:Occupation:. Irish delegate
.:Current Location of Residence:. Room in the castle
.:History:. Brianna grew up in Ireland, daughter to a Nobleman, child of an elementalist. The ability to work in harmony with her surroundings was passed on to her daughter, encouraged and developed through the years, resulting in her enrolment in the Old Religion, not banned in Ireland. It was seen as an advantage to be able to defend your people with earth and fire – or in Bree's case, Air and water. Her brother Alexander gained an affinity with the more destructive fire magics, and was experimental and reckless. Like setting the house which they lived in alight. Had Bree been there, perhaps the whole building wouldn't've burned down, perhaps she would have been able help Alyssa put the fire out. Perhaps it wasn't Alex that set the house on fire like she was told.
It was quite...shady that the fire had happened on the night she had been asked to be the emissary to England. They asked her because 'she could look after herself, had the correct standing, and didn't...look like a sorceress'. She had said no, because travel had no interest to her when there was so much to learn and her mother's arthritis was playing up. She wasn't left much of a choice, with no remaining family and the threat of her name in disgrace. So now she arrives at Uther's court, under strict instructions that on no circumstances should she practice magic, and to go and learn.
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