Oғ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs Aɴᴅ Mᴇɴ - Fírnen Glaedr

[Damnosus Cervidae]

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[Name]

Fírnen Glaedr


[Titles and Nickname(s)]

The Glass Princess; Fír


[Age]

23 years of age.


[Gender]

Female


[Sexuality]

Bi-sexual


[Occupation]

Owner of a local tavern and inn that Fírnen acquired through inheritance, she is in charge of managerial duties and is more then happy to interact with her guests while making her rounds


[Species]

Human for the most part, although it's been long rumored her lineage has a bit of banshee from her late father's side.


[Powers and Abilities]



◈ Liqueur Consumption;
Despite her small stature Fírnen has an extremely high tolerance for alcohol that surprise most of her guests, hence her nickname around the tavern is the Glass Princess as she's been known to pile up a stack of beverages even the alcoholics of the area would cringe at. Of course Fírnen doesn't like to do this often, but if there's a stranger foolish enough to bet against her she's more then happy to flaunt her stuff.

◈ Extended Endurance and Reflexes;
Being the motivated and energetic girl she is on the job, Fírnen has become exceptionally fit in her abilities to run and react quickly on her feet, especially when trying to catch trays that have been accidentally bumped askew.

◈ High Accuracy;
Fancying the bow early in her childhood, Fírnen found it easy to practice archery in the back of the inn and was happy that her parents encouraged her interest in the sport. She may not be the best in the land, but she's a sharp draw when she wants.

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[Damnosus Cervidae]

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[Biography]

Fírnen had a relatively easy life in her eyes. She was raised playing and helping around the inn that her parents ran, meeting many a traveler and hearing wild and imaginative stories of their journeys to far off places. These stories always made her smile brightly, adding to her own imaginative playings around the inn. Fírnen however had a hard time finding children her age as most of the inn's occupants were much older then herself at the time and so she did her best to act mature around the guests. When she was ten years old her mother became seriously ill and died a year later of complications, leaving her with her father to run the inn and leaving Fírnen with much more responsibility both in the inn and the tavern as she tried her best to help out. Her fanciful playing and archery were put aside to help her father run the place and she found herself immersing herself in her daily work to an extent where she was rarely seen outside of the tavern or inn.

Insisting on a break her father sent her to a neighboring city with the order to enjoy herself for a few days at least and only then she could return. Not knowing what to do with the free time Fírnen was slightly put off and decided to take the time to travel to a mountain temple where she had heard tales of dragons and magic from her childhood stories. However on her way up the mountain path the horse she'd rented spooked at a deer darting across the path and bolted, throwing her off and twisting her ankle in the process. Since it was nearly night and she feared what she might run across should she try limping all the way back down the path, Fírnen made her way a little more up the mountain until she came upon the temple she had sought in the first place and lay inside it for the night only to find a kind-hearted old man already inside. He informed her that he was in fact the keeper of the temple, a dragon in the form of a human.

Surprised but interested, she poured forth with questions as she had never knowingly run into a dragon, let alone spoke with one. Learning the reason for the tensions behind the war between the two, she slowly began to realize that the childish fear she had of "nasty, mean, horrible old dragons" was unwarranted. After a night spent talking she said farewell to the old man and hitched a ride with another visitor to the temple back to Allora where she meant to tell her father of her tale. However upon returning she found her father had been killed in a brawl at the tavern. From that time on she dedicated her life to the tavern and creating an atmosphere where humans and other kinds could share a drink and rest peacefully.


[Personality]

Fírnen is a kind soul who wants nothing more then to see people smile and be happy together. She's only happy if people are in high spirits and if even one person is in a foul mood she feels responsible for not being able to cheer them up and feels quite inadequate. However she's quick to cheer up and prefers to focus on other people's happiness and emotions instead of dwelling on her own as she feels uncomfortable addressing her own burdens or feelings. She can never really stay mad at anyone for very long and normally forgets arguments, however rare they may be, the following morning. She's generally a people-person but on a few occasions she'll want to be by herself or show a shyer side of her if flustered.

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[Interests]

Archery
Peace
Apple Pie
Kittens or Cats in general
Alcohol
Festivities


[Dislikes]

Fighting
Being away from the Inn or Tavern
Having to explain her feelings
Smoking


[Side Notes]


Weapons: None actively, although she has an old bow from her childhood she usually practices with in her room at the inn

Relationships: Currently single and happily so. She hasn't found anyone she wishes to be tied to just yet.

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𝔄 soft huff escaped pouty lips as Firnen looked for the third time out of the window of the sleek limousine she and her father were currently seated in. Her crystalline purple eyes narrowed slightly in irritation as she spotted their destination seemingly rising from the asphalt and concrete landscape which earned her a laugh from her father. Really the whole outing had been upon her father’s insistence under the excuse of being a fun way to spend the night. Yes, because she’d rather sit in a stuffy ballroom or parlor in a corset that was already causing a good deal of discomfort to her midsection then to be trying out a few new recipes her mother had suggested she try. But alas, here she was on her way to something she understood to be. . .an auction?

Again Firnen’s feature shifted from bored indifference to a sort of annoyance. Her father had insisted upon keeping details on tonight as vague as he could without arousing her suspicions and she didn’t like it one bit. With all the hysteria over attacks by demons and the newest threat of harm looming over her and her family she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were actually going to meet some potential body guards. The sound of the limo’s door being opened pulled her attention once again to the present as her father gave her a reassuring smile. Her lips nearly pulled into a half-sincere returning smile but she instead just slipped from the seat out onto the pavement, adjusting her amethyst dress about her more comfortably as her father stood beside her, looking up at the crescent-shaped structure.

“Just try to enjoy yourself.”

Firnen again huffed at the words spoken by her father, crossing her arms in a childish manner.

“I’d enjoy myself better if I knew what this is all about.” A look of exasperation passed across her father’s face as he waved her towards the door. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Upon entering the impressively-shaped building Firnen quirked an eyebrow, seeing a highly decorated entertainment room at the end of a short hall and wondering what sort of an auction house this might be. Having been fairly sheltered she did not know many of the businesses in the area, nor had she any want to. As such she had not a clue as to what this place was, though her interest was piqued. Leaving her father to socialize with the people congregating around the guest book, Firnen made her way across to the refreshments, grabbing a slight artistically shaped glass of what she assumed to be wine. Content with her beverage she took a sip and scanned the room slowly, letting the glass rim rest against her lips for a few seconds as she took in the sights.

Really the place was beautifully put on, and the gentle hum of conversation from the arriving guests was soothing to her but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that her father wasn’t telling her the whole truth about tonight.

“Really, you’d think he’d tell me already. . .” Firnen murmured to herself before draining what was left of her first glass of the night. If she was going to be at a function such as this she’d damn well enjoy it her way.