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• Name: Bhryn
  Full Name: Bhryn'o'vyl Astairre Strife'Iriden
  Name Meaning: Truth Through Adversity
  
• Age: 244 - though she appears no older than eighteen physically.
  
• Race: Celestial (Astral Deva)
  
• Eye color: Unreflective black (more recently the outer edge of the iris is limned in a fiery, acidic green)
  
• Skin color: Golden-tanned
  
• Body build: Height: 5 feet, 8 inches (same as Draggy)
  Weight: Fragile and Slender
  
• Hair color/length/style: White croped short and close to her head
  
• Clothing: An electric blue tabard over a slightly darker blue shirt. For ideas see the reference pics.
  
• Armor: Gauntlets and other bits
  
• Weapons: Weapon Choice: Swords - specialised in the Longsword. Weilder of Ragnarok (a dead black sword, unreflective and sometimes scattered with brilliant green motes shimmering within the blade) and the Paragon's Sword (contrasting Ragnarok, this sword is a pure and snowy white)
  
• Notable Features:: Unreflecting black eyes, silver-green wings
  
• Always has: Her symbol of Paladine, Ragnarok (her black sword)
  
• Character Personality/Flaws/Feats: Strengths: Physical strength, Dexterity, Resistance to most elements
  Weaknesses: Reckless behaviour, sometimes overzealous, too self reliant
  Best Feature: Her smile! Closely followed by her outrageous sense of fun when not 'on duty' as the cold and distant Paragon of Celestia.
  
• Class: Cleric of Paladine/Swordmaster
  
  
  
  
• Backstory: Born on the Mount Celestia, Bhryn was the twisted mischance of a Viyach Lemarg curse mixed with the will of a primal force known commonly as 'Destruction' but also under the names it bears as a longsword [ Ragnarok ]. She grew up with her twin brother, feeling as if she were the disappointment of her stern, perfectionist mother but the apple of her father's eye. As she grew older, she displayed equal talents in swordplay and clericy, but only in the type of clerical magic that destroys. As such, she came to focus her skills on destroying and laying waste. On a misfortunate evening, when she had been sent to Juxta in order to bond with the sword that in essence created her, war broke out. She was forced to remain there. When she was allowed home, her parents lay dying. She stayed awake for five days in the dark room with only candles, willing them to live. But her prayers went unanswered that they live, that her brother show up and aid her, and they died. She blamed herself... and still does...
  
  It was from that day forth, at only seventeen (a mere child by celestial standards) that she became Paragon. Over time, she fought many hard battles... but in the end, has come to be one of the most respected and feared people across the Outsider planes; the upper planes praise her name with ever prayer, the lower planes curse her very existence. So it is that Bhryn'ovyl Astairre Strife'Iriden fought the tide of her own demons, and became The Lady of the Sword, Paragon of Celestia and the chosen Guardian of the primal force, Ragnarok...

Description
It is hard to miss the true bred celestial woman who looks barely eighteen as she walks past, with her naturally stark colouring. Tall at 5'8 and slender with a youthful, long limbed look to her in the clothing chosen, it could only be the 'trouble on legs' known as Bhryn but looking in the exact moment of her youthful, luminous prime. Her hair is a brilliant frosty white that falls in waterfall to her thighs, shimmering and glittering white: but pinned deftly back from her face, all barring a heavy fringe that frames the right side of her face to where it brushes her shoulder. Underneath her eyes are large, long lashed and filled with amusement despite their depthless, unreflective black. Her nose is straight and her cheekbones high and when she does smile, it is pearly white and dazzling, transforming her from the distant but classically beautiful celestial warrior to something far more warm, intimate and fun. When she speaks, her voice is free of cares and woes; a soft celestial accent lilting on her tongue and her very voice seems musical, wrapping itself about the listener seductively. The tang of oranges and sweet blackcurrants tantalise the senses as she wanders close by, reminiscent of the glory of summer. A recent addition seems to be the faint slices of starlight scars in a net that fade into her skin beginning on the right side of her jawline but even these look faded and more like a fashionable accessory to her golden glowing skin.

She wears an unusual piece of clothing: her shoulders and arms are bare, showing off the net ice-crack scars that lace her skin in glistening silver against her golden skin tone. Her painfully slender form wears a blue dress of sorts, it seems to only have a single seam down the right hand side of the dress. It is essentially strapless and sleeveless, caught around her bust and clinging to her curves until her boyishly slim hips where it flares if only a fraction into a skirt that reaches mid thigh. The dress is tied down the seam with a heavy silver thread, knotting in and out of minute holes in the dress material, the excess hanging to the side of the skirt, to her knees. She then wears long stockings to just above her knees in a pale white-blue, the top of them patterned with icicle shapes, then secures them there with several wrappings of slender leathertte belts with silver buckles, each buckle facing to the outside of her legs. These thicken into a sock-like material which is placed over the sturdy boots she wears in a pale leather, without any heel so she is flat on her feet for better reaction times. Her hands, unlike her arms, wear sturdy gloves of a curious flexible material in a dark azure tone. Each glove back has several runes written on it. Underneath the gloves peeks out a lace spun material as if from starlight, twinkling in low light circumstances. Hung from her neck is her holy symbol, a platinum triangle said to represent God, Faith and Believer.

She is belted once about the waist, the sword hanging on her right hand side: inside the white scabbard is a black blade when drawn, the blade as unreflective as it's owners eyes and backlit by acidic green sparkles that sometimes move and shift when the eye considers the blade. Sometimes the sense of a something else lingers about the sword. Runes are inscribed on the hilt in old celestial.

Family:

Ambraiwyn Xeres'Iriden (Strife'Iriden after marriage) - mother [deceased]
A beautiful woman with golden brown hair and vibrant green-blue eyes, she was very short for a celestial but a clerical powerhouse. Her skills were unmatched with clericy, her singular talent as a Paragon. She never once informed her daughter she was proud of her progress, but even after death, watched from the distant Silvery Boughs of Celestia.

Klowde Oriasis'Strife (Strife'Iriden after marriage) - father [deceased]
6'5, pale gold-white hair and vibrant violet eyes. A Paladin and great with a sword, he doted on his children more than a father should, but more especially his talented daughter who showed signs of being like him, unlike her brother who was deeply into the Mysteries. Whilst he never had the chance to tell her that he thought she'd done a wonderful job, he watches over her to this day, aiding her when everything seems the most bleak.

Ashterus Strife'Iriden - her twin brother.
Taller than her at six feet and four inches, his skin is dead black and so is his hair. However his eyes are a sharp green. Of a similar face shape to his twin. He is an Archmage, designing a Celestial Weave that will support the upper planes. Whilst Bhryn and her brother rarely see eye to eye, she has for him great affection still as the other half of her twin-mind.

Daughter - Alantie [Deceased]
The original sunshine girl. Bright smiling and sweet, her nature was the sort to make anyone smile given enough time. Born with the talent for music, her voice soared as high and clear as the velvet night, and echoed around the stars. But later, the Paragon title passed down to her from Bhryn would twist her savagely and leave her a wreck that escaped life at her mother's hand, along with the soul she had redeemed from the Shadowgrid, Ebon: the first living soul in memory to be redeemed from such a place. Golden wavy hair and bright blue eyes, she stood at 5'9 with a slender frame and charcoal dusted wings of feather. She loves bright clothes in gold and blues.

Son - Riyon
Riyon is the carbon copy of his mother, down to her infectious sense of adventure and hilarious sense of fun. His hair is silver and his eyes a polished dark green. Tall at almost six feet, his is slender but with broad shoulders, yet as half-celestial, he has no wings. He is obsessed with courtly love, to the point where he took up the knighthood. Whilst he looks to end up being a Spellsword as his talents for fire magic and swordplay mix from both parents, he still makes his mother proud.



Relationships:

Manghor Dragonfire
The Mercenary, a sellsword and spellslinger, Manghor walked into her life when she was seventeen and walks in and out with regularity, pulling the rug constantly from under her bewildered feet. Six foot, stunningly handsome golden haired and golden eyed, Manghor wed Bhryn and even had a daughter with her [Alantie] who inherited his wild magic gene, he later left without a word. When he returned, much had changed and Bhryn was older in spirit, broken and alone. Why she continues to let him in is a mystery, but what is fact is that this vagrant sorcerer is the love of her life, the undying flame of her heart, whether she likes it or not...

Dante Trueblade
The 'Mad Mage'. 5'10, silver haired and blue eyed with a solid build. A half fire genasi Bhryn wed, once a childhood friend and a dangerous fire spell slinger, Dante spent many happy years with Bhryn and their son, Riyon, growing up and forgetting briefly about the pain of Celestia and her duty. But one day, Bhryn came home to find him asleep? No... the Mad Mage had like all mortals, finally burned his candle out, and lay dead on her bed. To this day, she is sharply reminded of his loss by the joy that is her son.



Friends:
Dragona Nightsky
The Thief. 5'8, black haired, green eyed, pale (moonlit struck) skin and elven ears.Self proclaimed con artist (though she thought no one was listening) Dragona knows every trick of the trade. She can spin knives, cut purses or even cat burgle like a pro. Why? Because she has an obsessive compulsive disorder focused around gold, and the acquisition of it. If it glitters, she wants it. And lets face it, when roused to anger and turned into a massive silver dragon, would you argue? Sober and calm to Bhryn's reckless insanity, Dragona is the anchor of the freespirited celestial, the rock in the storm that is their never ending friendship. So much so, the two bonded each other as sisters... and never looked back...


Music Themes:
- Hurt - Johnny Cash cover of the Nine Inch Nails song.
- Everything Changes - Staind
- If You Are My Love - Eri Itou
- Sadness and Sorrow - Toshiro Masuda
- Bruises - Unloco
- The Way It Goes - Creeper Lagoon
- A Smaller God - Darling Violetta

Reference Pictures:
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All pictures and the description by the lovely Bhryn herself

Bhryn and Draggy's relationship is more than just a strong friendship, although speculation runs wild as to just what it is. Some have certainly speculated that they are actually lovers, and once they did play the part (Bhryn was trying to keep one of her ex's from going after her true lover, so Draggy pretended it was her that was Bhryn's lover xd ). Other times people have wondered if they really just hate each others guts, especially since Bhryn has actually killed Draggy before (more to come on that, or ask for details). The truth of the matter is, they are soulbonded sisters. Each can feel the other's emotions, physical and mental pain and pleasure, and can also convey thoughts and feelings through a permenant mental link. The soulbond goes even deeper, though, to the very life and death of their beings. If one of the two is deathly ill or dying, then the very prescence and strength of will of the other will help them recover. However, if one of the two dies, then likely the other will die soon after without a strong enough will to live. In this way their souls would go together to the afterlife.

Draggy and Bhryn's friendship has been tested and forged through many trials, but both would agree that the two trials that have brought them the closest together is their battle with the Viyach Lemarg and Bhryn's synchronizing with the guardian spirit in her sword, Ragnarok. Draggy's battle with her tainted alter ego Irilym would likely have drove her mad without Bhryn's ever strong presence and friendship to remind her who she was, and Bhryn's synchronization with the spirit of destruction, on the other hand, would have left her emotionless and inhuman but for Draggy's ever present beacon of kindness and hope.

At present Draggy has finally had a clutch of hatchlings and is often at home keeping the little wyrmlings out of trouble, while Bhryn whose son is now into his late teens has found herself faced with a new adversary, Kylluket and the spirit sword of creation called Unslaine. Of course, willing or not Draggy and Bhryn always find themselves mired in one another's trouble.

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