Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
This Bloodline ability has not yet been unveiled to you.
Physical Description
Brie stands a compact five foot six, dusky bronze skin permanently warm to the touch, with a pair of curling, heat-cracked horns swept back from her hairline and ears that taper to fine points. Her eyes burn a deep, banked orange, more coal than flame, and a single line of fire-script tattoo curls down one shoulder and arm in a pattern she was given as a girl and has never fully translated for anyone outside Emberpeak. She wears her dark hair swept up and away from her neck out of old professional habit, still dressing more richly than Rokoura's shoreline generally calls for, gold at her throat and wrists, though the fine reds and golds of her wardrobe have started quietly giving ground to the loose linens everyone else wears by the water.
Brie runs warm enough that damp clothing dries against her skin within the hour, a fact Rokoura's laundresses noticed long before anyone confirmed she was Ifrit, and children on the Tฤtahi coast have taken to warming their hands against her arms on cool mornings, which she allows with a patience that would have astonished anyone who knew her in Emberpeak. She still negotiates reflexively, turning a haggling fishwife or a sulking child into the same kind of small diplomatic puzzle she used to solve for the Forge Council, and she has not entirely noticed she is doing it. When she is genuinely delighted rather than performing delight, which happens more here than it ever did at home, the fire-script along her arm warms faintly enough to see in low light, a tell she has not yet learned to suppress and does not, if she's honest, want to.
Personality & Temperament
- Can charm a hostile room in under a minute
- Genuinely delighted by small, ordinary kindnesses
- Fights fiercely for people she's decided are hers
- Reads unspoken intentions before they're spoken
- Warmth that isn't a performance anymore
- Instinctively negotiates even when nobody's bargaining
- Terrible, enthusiastic singing at low tide
- Bristles hard at any reminder of Emberpeak politics
- Keeps a door open to people who don't deserve it
- Still counts favors owed, out of old habit
I traded a volcano for an ocean. Turns out I just needed something that moves.
In Emberpeak, everyone wanted something from me. Here, they just want me at dinner.
I can still negotiate you out of your own eyeteeth. I would simply rather not.
- Sunrise swims before anyone else is awake
- Being handed a fish she doesn't know how to clean
- Trade gossip from ships that just made port
- Tavita's terrible jokes, told badly on purpose
- The exact moment a hard negotiation turns
- Letters sealed with the Forge Council's stamp
- Being called clever when she means to be kind
- Reheated fights she thought she'd already won
- Silence used as a negotiating tactic
- Anyone assuming paradise made her soft