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 Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 11:58 am
 (Lines by Scarlett Arbuckle, colors by Elyessi)
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:23 am
✮ Table of Contents ✮
❣ Table of Contents
❣ Branna
❣ Relationships
❣ Rps & Adventures
❣ Inventory & Art
❣ Reqs
❣ The Story So Far
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:24 am
Name: Branna
Stage: Stage 2 - Musician
Race: Ice // Shifter // Wind
Gender: Male
Base Traits: Musical || Reserved || Graceful
Personality: Branna has always had an ear for any type of melody and does not hesitate to share his love of the arts. As a youngling who traveled across the world the boy learned about various cultures and their arts. He is a musical genius and refuses to show any flaws when it comes to perfecting any type of instrument, melody or dance. His feelings are expressed more commonly through music than anything else as he typically is more reserved in person, his quiet and thoughtful nature making him almost seem shy until push comes to shove. He is, however, a bit more open with his twin Teagan and often working hard to try and keep her more wild nature in check.
Such hobbies have given him a natural grace and more of a feminine nature, in part. He prefers to maintain his appearance and enjoys things of beauty more so than embarking into dangerous, dirty situations.
History: One of the second set of twins born to Rhonann and Kian, Branna and his sister Teagan were raised unlike their older siblings and grew up traveling through the countries rather than being restricted to Zena. Still, Branna used most of the traveling to gather knowledge about arts and cultures while his twin may be the more adventurous one. Both Azreal and Kuno traveled here and there with them but for the most part it seemed the siblings were already starting on separate paths when the older twins were already teens. Not to say that the family isn't supportive and full of love but more so that they are all independent spirits.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:24 am
❅ Relationships ❅
❣ Family ❣
❣ Kian & Rhonann - his parents!
❣ Kuno & Azreal - his older twin brothers.
❣ Teagan - his dear, yet rambunctious twin.
❣ Talisia & Eresin - his Aunt and Uncle.
❣ Zyphire - His older cousin who makes the best stews.
❣ Katori & Taaru - Talisia and Eresin's children, his older cousins.
❣ Dris & Her Family - His Shifter half-aunt who he hears about on occasion.
❣ Friends / Foes ❣
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:24 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:24 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2021 4:04 pm
♥ Growth Reqs ♥
Prentice Growth Form Character Name: Branna
Class Promotion: [Rogue (Minstrel) ]
Current Location: Around Zena, traveling with family on and off.
Journal: [X]
Growth Point Links:
25/25
[Musical Ambitions] - [5 pnts]
[WE - Harvest] - [5 pnts]
[WE - Beast] - [5 pnts]
[Peaceful Melodies Solo] - [3k words, 10 pnts]
Class Affinity/Choice Solo: [Musician]
Growth Blurb: Branna is embracing his love of music to pursue it professionally, it may mean venturing out on his own for a bit so that he can study more and Branna is eager to see what the world holds for him.
Physical Description: Slender, feminine. Overall just an elegant appearance, cc on exact design but he does prefer cooler colors and night sky/star inspiration. Inspiration
Body Type: Slender
Preferred Artists: Kana, Scar, Ely
WIPs: Sure
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2021 4:04 pm
♥ The Story So Far... ♥
❣ Traveling around with family. heart
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 7:47 pm
♥ Childhood Reflections ♥
Branna enjoyed lazy afternoons like the one he was having today.
So many years of travel had raised the youngling to be more active than others and he was far from lazy but at the same time he appreciated quiet days when he could just lay back and rest his feet. Today just so happened to be one of those moments and the boy found himself relaxing calmly by a quaint stream. The weather even seemed agreeable today with the sunlight shimmering across the crystal clear waters, a perfect breeze barely rustling the crystal grasses scattered across the savannah with just a few puffs of clouds floating through the azure skies. Branna’s own azure gaze shifted while he studied the area, his attention bouncing from every piece of environment that stood out against the landscape. It was strange how colorful Tale was with its savannahs blooming full of flowers that mingled in with the crystal grasses and colorful trees of summer. It was a colorful contrast to his family’s homeland up north. Zena had been silvery and white during their last winter there when he had stayed next to a fireplace for most of the stay, his body experiencing exactly how cold the deeper parts of winter could get while they visited his father’s relatives. It had been a horrible storm and one that had taken them all by surprise considering how much milder the southern border typically was during winter. Truly, they all claimed it was a blizzard that would not be so easily forgotten as even the sanctuary saw feet upon feet of snow being dumped around them and at one point Branna feared they would never see the sun again! Even some of the creatures living at the animal sanctuary with his Aunt Talisia had to be moved into the manor, their presence felt in the southwestern corridor along the first floor which had been roped off and filled with warm hay to host their unusual guests. Of course Branna didn’t truly mind the roati as they were adorable and fun to snuggle with whenever he sneaked a few into the large chambers he shared with his family. The only time he had trouble with the fuzzy, bleating creatures was whenever one snuck into his bag and tried to eat the precious music sheets he had bought at a village in Sauti earlier that month. Branna was patient with many things and very rarely did he lose his temper but he was super protective of anything relating to music that he had gathered. It was his passion and his talent which he refused to get destroyed! Needless to say he had made certain to chastise the dark gray roati and did not let it sleep with him for the next day before finally caving into the adorable face and allowing it to hop back into his lap once more. Despite going stir crazy from not being able to travel outside for nearly two whole weeks the youngling enjoyed spending time with his family. Not everyone was trapped in Zena but he got to listen to Aunt Tally’s stories, some of which involved his own father and uncle, and he was able to eat so many delicious foods that Zyphire prepared. Thankfully they always kept a cellar full of food and had stocked up on jars of jam, vegetables and dried fruits and meat before the winter hit. There was even some grain in barrels along with the special juice that his father often drank! At least when he was really young that was what he had been told though Branna now knew full well about alcohol and the dark red wines that his father enjoyed thanks to their travels and his older relatives. Not that he was allowed to try it personally but at least he was more informed now that he was older. Branna did at least get to enjoy the teas that his Aunt Tally prepared alongside the pastries that Zyphire had baked for them out of the grains and fruit jams that were taken from storage. Tea was something that Branna truly adored and he remembered how he had stood on a stool next to his Aunt Tally so that he could watch and later help her prepare the special brews. One of his favorites had orange peels, cloves and cinnamon in it with a dark tea that was rich and almost earthy tasting. Others added honey or sugar but Branna enjoyed it without anything extra like that. It cleared up his senses and warmed both his throat and belly during those colder nights spent at the manor during the storm. Eventually the snow had ceased and they had managed to get outside and within a few more days the sun had helped to clear paths around the sanctuary as winter turned into the first days of spring. It was then that his family helped to clear up things before setting off again to travel through the surrounding countries.
It had been a few months since then and now summer was in full swing around them as they entered Tale once more. Branna had been here several times before with his family and even now he still recalled the summer festival he had visited with his sister when they were both much younger. What had it been? Maybe three years ago? The young hybrid boy tilted his head thoughtfully before smiling at the memory. They were silly enough to think about worm gods and song spirits back then. Talk about silly ideas! Still, it was one of the very many precious memories he had with his twin and despite the oddness of worm gods Branna would not take any of it back. Such experiences had allowed him to grow into a happy and content preteen after all. He could only imagine that his older brother Azreal was more reserved and bitter since he had been raised in Zena for so many years without any chance to travel. That was the only way that Branna could even begin to explain why his older brother seemed so distant in comparison to everyone else in the family. Was it a mage thing to be so distant perhaps? But then again his father wasn’t that cold towards them. If anything he was very open and outgoing with plenty of room to joke around - even at the risk of mother’s wrath! Surely that was because his father had travelled so much as well before coming to settle in Zena for almost fifteen years. Even his Uncle Eresin had traveled about when younger with his Aunt Talisia and he also was very approachable for a mage. Maybe that was all that Azreal needed? If only they could get him out of Zena! He had at least traveled into Tale and Sauti with them a couple of times but mostly he stayed up north save for that one rare visit through Oba and Matori for some rare mage tomes that he had picked up with their father. Branna shook his head at the thought. He had loved Matori because of the beaches there. The ocean was so musical and relaxing! The aqua-green waves that had the silvery foam and the beaches of pure white that felt so soft beneath his feet along the southern beaches. The northern cliffs and those beaches were darker and not as kind on his feet but even they had some appeal with the way the winds sang around the area. For Branna everything had a melody, just like the stream that was bubbling right next to him now. He wasn’t certain why but he just enjoyed finding a melody in everything - almost as if nature wanted him to explore its songs. He also enjoyed dancing along with singing and playing music. Branna was thankful that his father had given him his flute after a merchant had tried to con him into something that wasn’t even capable of making true music and he knew he would always cherish the gift. Said flute was currently resting on his lap now as he sat on one of the lone rocks dotting the edge of the stream. Branna had considered playing but he was waiting for his father to return from a trip with the rest of the family so that he could get another lesson from him before going to sleep for the night. That was fine. For now he was good with just enjoying the peace and quiet while his family was out and about.
Maybe he could even take a nap. Actually a nap would be lovely. Branna yawned as he stretched out and made himself comfortable on the wool cloak he had brought along with him today. There was a perfect ray of sunlight that warmed the center of the rock and it was there that he found himself relaxing with the thick wool softening the harder surface. Eventually they would return to Zena to visit again but for now the young boy was content just enjoying traveling and spending a few lazy days like this here and there along the way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2023 2:13 pm
♥ Peaceful Melodies ♥
Branna always knew that music was his passion. The teen had always been calmed by melodies while the rest of his family got into whatever trouble they could find. A battle could be raging in the background and there Branna would be to the side simply plucking at the strings of his harp or playing a gentle melody on his ocarina, one of his most treasured gifts from his father. One would perhaps find it hilarious if not concerning to witness a blast of magic happening behind him while he simply continued along, the boy not even bothered since he was so accustomed to the chaos that his family constantly entertained. Still, he would continue playing his song while simply scooting to the side or handing something else that could be used as a weapon to a relative as the battle ensued behind him. When his oldest brother wasn’t studying magic there was one other relative who could visit that would keep the peace, a quieter spirit like himself who simply wanted to be left alone while the rest of the family engaged in social or training activities. Though even Revna did have a bit of a fierce and competitive spirit so whenever she wasn’t hiding with the chiavi or around the sanctuary with another pile of treasures, the young teen would be firing arrows into a striking dummy on the training fields or gambling with someone else for something new and shiny. Branna, however, despite his sharp tongue and wit was fairly quiet and peaceful despite everything even whenever he was dragged into situations by his dear siblings…especially Teagan. Perhaps he would have a bit more of a sharp tongue around close family, but anyone else would see a calm musician simply trying to escape the chaos that made up his kin. Branna did have to wonder where his family went so sideways, but then again he knew that his grandfather had been a musician before staying in Zena and if his own father wasn’t a mystic then he would probably have considered the same path considering his own passion and talent for creating melodies. “I think everyone else has the violence aspect covered.” Mused the teen as he peered out of the window towards the training fields in the distance. He was staying at the sanctuary in a guest room, basically the one he had claimed for himself before his family decided to pick up traveling again, and it gave a decent view of the back fields where he could see the training arena and the rows of stables and fencing that allowed the roati and any other animals to roam without fear of something from the nearby woods sweeping in to pluck them away. Of course fences could rarely stop a hungry raptrix or chiavi but the tamed beasts that his aunt had around the estate served to guard everyone and everything within which kept the roati happy as they grazed about the fields. A pack of raptrix was not an unusual sight, the pack mostly white with splashes of silver and copper within their feathers marking them as relatives while there were some with mostly black feathers splashed with deeper colors of azure and indigo. Out of them his favorite indigo raptrix, Midnight, was creating a scene as usual. The raptrix was larger than others which made him even easier to spot as he bounced around the fields, the older raptrix trying to chastise the young one as he played around. Branna could only chuckle as he looked away and focused on his room again, the teen studying the large open space. At one point this had been a part of a great library, but ever since they had moved part of the books to an upstairs study and reduced the downstairs library to one room instead of two the room had served as a guest space. Branna enjoyed this particular spot the best because of the acoustics of the room, it was great for playing music with the larger space and there was plenty of light from the giant arched windows for reading over music sheets. Admittedly he was also a bit nosey and it was nice being near the main entrance of the manor, not only did he have a view of the back fields from the window seat there was very few visitors that escaped his notice whenever the great doors swung open with the loud noise echoing down the hall. Just like now. Branna straightened up, adjusting his tunic so that it wasn’t completely askew from where he had been leaning against the window, and after confirming that his hair was somewhat braided back instead of being a tangled mess the teen scooted forward so that he could investigate and see who had entered the manor. “Hello?” He called out, his azure gaze bright with interest as he slipped from the shadows of the side hallway to approach the front of the manor. The large stone walls were covered with tapestries, many depicting various wildlife from around the world, and his favorite pair featuring a pack of raptrix and a flock of chiavi fluttered by the open doorway. A cool breeze hinting of the upcoming winter months came in through the now open doors and revealed a petite Zenan girl who was bouncing from foot to foot nervously. She had been in a rush with her darker hair tangled and wild looking, her locks uneven and making Branna want to twist and arrange them more properly, and her own clothing was a bit more tattered and definitely needed some straightening. Had he ever seen her before? Was she from the nearby village? Surely she must be if she knew of his aunt, right? Branna pursed his lips thoughtfully before raising a hand in greeting.
“Oh!” The girl squeaked, her hands coming together to stop their shaking as she noticed Branna. “Hello! I…I was looking for Miss Talisia but I couldn’t seem to find her….is she home?” She managed, her voice rising and lowering in octaves as she tried to calm her racing emotions. There was a hint of shyness, a smidge of desperation, some frustration and wariness which all conflicted together in a full blown panic as the girl seemingly had come here with little to no choice in the matter.
“My aunt is away at the moment.” Replied Branna calmly as he hoped his even tone and gentler actions would keep the girl from darting away in a panic. The teen reached out a hand to help her into the manor, glancing around behind her with confusion. It didn’t look like there were any bandits or dangerous beast racing behind her so why the mess of emotions? “Maybe I can help?” He offered after another thoughtful moment, peeking behind her one final time before looking over the Zenan again.
The girl’s expression immediately fell, tears gathering in her eyes before Branna’s offer had her looking up again. “Can you?” She finally managed after a moment, moving to reveal a bundle that she had been hiding under her cloak. “My parak got caught in a trap and I freed him but he’s so injured…I heard Miss Talisia is good with helping injured familiars so I was hoping…”
“Don’t worry.” Branna held out his arms for the bundle, taking it from the girl who hesitated for a moment before finally giving over the precious package. “We can take him to a warm spot here, I can get some bandages and help stabilize him until my aunt returns.” He promised the girl, guiding her actually to his room where he laid out the shivering parak onto a reading table. Clearing off the music sheets and laying down a worn blanket, Branna helped to make the little fox-like creature comfortable. The creature was already a pale color, the silver of its fur fading into white but then along its hind leg there was matted fur and a dark stain that was quickly spreading. That definitely was not the normal color for its fur and seeing how much blood was matted there made Branna worry even as he did his best to appear calm. “Stay here a moment? I can grab some medicine to help calm him and to slow down the blood while we work on bandages.” He did know a little bit about healing after helping out at the sanctuary a few times during his visits. Branna did not take long to gather the necessary supplies and even tied a quick note to a chiavi who he sent after his aunt, the larger bird familiar with her paths and good at tracking down the wandering hybrid whenever she was working away from home. As long as she was in a safe location, Branna figured she would return quickly on Silva to help out with an emergency patient. For now though the girl would have to make due with his help, something Branna was not truly prepared to offer but it wasn’t as if he truly had a choice unless he wanted to completely ignore a dying animal. And that was something the musician would not do despite how distant he could appear to others. When he returned to the room, Branna paused in the doorway with a thoughtful expression as he studied the scene presented to him. The girl was leaning against the table and murmuring to the weak creature, trying to keep it from wanting to slip away though the parak kept twitching as if it would flee any moment had it the ability to do so, and Branna waited a good moment to make certain he didn’t startle the pair before moving forward again. “You don’t have to move.” Branna advised quietly as he knelt down next to the girl and offered her some bandages, patiently holding them out until her shaking fingers could pluck them from his grasp. “We should wash the fur and get it prepped. My aunt should be here soon.” He promised as he moved to bring out shears, being careful to move slowly and quietly as to not alert the parak which was watching him with its amber gaze aflame. “There’s a cloth that I soaked in warm water, there should be some herbs mixed in to help numb the pain.” Thankfully his aunt kept vials of medicine and even dried herbs in containers around the summer kitchen, making it easy for Branna to quickly gather everything for the parak. He had hurt his own leg a few years ago and recognized the herbs that would numb pain and hopefully calm down their patient. His own thigh held a twisted scar from the accident and its placement there was another reminder why he much preferred keeping to a peaceful life and leaving all of the more violent paths to his siblings and cousins. “It’s alright, little guy.” He murmured as he carefully dabbed at the leg, pausing as the creature twitched and then moving once the girl had offered it some more comforting words. The last thing he needed was for the parak to try to jump from the table and smear its blood all across the freshly cleaned floors. Spirits forbid if it jumped near the instruments or his sheet music! Branna had spent so much time collecting the sheets and even had a few of his own rough drafts scattered about from where he was trying to make an autumn melody for the upcoming festivities. Despite his own concerns and his panicked feelings about such a potential disaster, Branna managed to appear collected and kept calm so that the parak would not feel threatened and actually do such a thing.
“Are you an apprentice for your aunt?” Questioned the girl quietly as she watched Branna working, the teen moving like an expert as he quickly cleaned and doctored up the wound with medicine and bandages. Unfortunately he had to cut off most of the matted fur so the parak would be naked in that particular area for a few weeks until it grew back but it did allow Branna to better inspect the wound. It was deep, the edges of the trap had jagged teeth which had cut into the flesh and torn it, but with some healing touches and a clean break they could save the leg. “You seem so calm and confident with this.” She whispered, her hand reaching out to gently stroke the back of the parak’s head to keep it calm as Branna continued inspecting the wound.
“I’m a musician.” Replied Branna with an amused grin as he realized the words seemed strange coming from someone currently covered in animal blood and applying medical ointments. “But it is hard to not pick up on a few things when you’re related to someone who runs an animal sanctuary. I have to pay for my guest room when I’m staying here somehow, right?” He spoke lightly as he tightened the last bandage and looked towards the Zenan, his gaze turning somber. “The injury is deep and I only trust my aunt to set the bone, she should be here soon…else I may have to try despite my own apprehension about doing such a thing.”
“I see.” The girl let out a soft sigh. “Is there anything else I can do?” She asked as she continued petting the creature, trying to soothe it as the medicine started to take over. Branna had given it a medicated broth as well to help dull the senses and hopefully get the creature to sleep by the time his aunt returned. It would be easier for everyone in that case since no one wanted to be awake whenever their bones were snapped again into a more proper placement for healing.
“You can listen.” Branna offered after a moment, his expression gentle as he wiped his hands on a towel. “I just need a clean bowl of water to wash up and then I can play something while we wait. It should hopefully help all of us to relax.” Without waiting for a response the teen moved from the room to head down the hallway. Thankfully there was a smaller washroom on the main floor, tucked between the kitchen and the guest rooms, and Branna had fresh well water that he could pump into the marble basin that was inside. His gaze was somber as he rubbed the bar of fragrant soap over his fingers, the musician making certain that he had not somehow cut himself while dealing with the injured parak, and once he had rinsed his fingers free of soap he wiped them down on his leggings and turned to head back down the hallway. Branna knew that his grandmother hadn’t been the best of people, but he was thankful for her wealth that had allowed them such luxuries in this area. It was helpful as well to be able to clean up before and after helping with an emergency like this, the teen definitely didn’t want to spread any blood throughout the manor after all. Honestly, he was also just thankful that they could provide aid like this to others and even shelter those in need with the spare rooms at the estate. While Branna enjoyed traveling with his family there was just something nice about knowing they always had a stable place to return to whenever they needed to rest and recover. Speaking of which…Branna could only assume that they would keep the parak here for a few days and he had to wonder if the girl would be wanting to stay a night or two even. I suppose we’ll see shortly enough.
When he returned Branna checked on the drowsy parak one more time before offering a bowl of fresh water to the girl. “If you need to wash up you can, but I also understand if you want to stay close.” He commented as he placed a clean towel and shard of soap down for her. “I brought things just in case.”
“Thank you.” The Zenan girl smiled towards him with appreciation. “You’ve done so much to help us, I’ll never forget that. My name is Juniper and I’m the blacksmith’s daughter in the nearby village, we just moved in from the capital after the older blacksmith retired.”
“No worries, it’s what the sanctuary is here for.” Replied Branna with a polite nod. “My name is Branna, I’m just visiting for a bit but I’m glad I could assist you.” Leaving her to clean her hands, Branna moved so that he could pluck a few strings of the harp sitting in the corner of the room. Even though the parak was drowsy it still seemed scared, a bit less now that they had bandaged the wounds, and Juniper was shaking slightly despite her best attempts to calmly wash her hands and arms free of blood. It was at that point that Branna began to play, the teen picking one of the most peaceful melodies that he knew. An older song, one that simply spoke to the mountain spirits and gave voice to the calm nights of deeper winters where the snow covered everything with a blanket of white and quelled the harsher winds of the storm. Every note blended in effortlessly as he provided the melody to ease their spirits, the smile on Branna’s lips growing as he watched the girl and parak settle in comfortably without the previous shaking or panicked expressions from earlier. His family could fight and even heal physical wounds with their abilities, but he had something else with his own melodies. He could touch the spirit and it was this path that he truly cherished above all else, being able to calm the worst of storms with the sound of music as he sought to ease the nerves of earlier and bring peace to those who listened to his melody. By the time Talisia would return, the parak would be ready for treatment and as both patient and owner decided to stay the night Branna would perform more songs for them to help pass the time while the parak recovered at the sanctuary.
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