Briar May 26, 2019 19:09:21 GMT -6
Post by Briar on May 26, 2019 19:09:21 GMT -6
Overview and Physical Description
Native Language: Common
Eyes: Green-hazel, large, almond-shaped
Skin: Warm brown
Weight: 65 lbs
(art by Mimipippin)
|Build: Slim, slight; stunted growth from having been malnourished as a child. Even now, his ribs are visible when his chest is bared.|
Other noteworthy features:
Clothes: Practical, dull and earthy colors. The fabric is as durable as he can afford, but even then it’s generally worn and patched, if not outright tattered in places. Obscures his face and hair with scarves whenever possible.
At first glance, most mistake him for a child. Sometimes he plays into it, if he needs to, though mostly it's just another unhappy reminder of his stature. When they realize they've made a mistake, it's usually the look in his eyes that does it: flinty and wild, like a beaten dog turned feral.
Sometimes, when he's not careful, they notice the brand instead. He actually hopes for censure now, rather than the look of pity most give him for it.
Trying to fight all that would be a waste of time, so Briar doesn't bother. But unless he's got business with you, the most you'll ever see of him is a passing figure in dull, ratty clothes.
Mental and Social Description
|Briar has one rule: Don’t trust anyone.|
And he doesn’t. He deals with them, because he has to, but he does it with the understanding that things can go south at any minute. When they do, he’ll be ready.
Some might say he’s paranoid - though who thinks they know him well enough to pass even that much judgement, he’d like to know - but ‘paranoid’ suggests he’s being irrational. Briar’s not crazy. He’s just not stupid. With everything that’s happened to him already, crazy would be trying to pretend that bad things aren't going to just keep happening.
Animals are easier, usually. Safer. Even the smart ones, sometimes. They’re not always treated like people in this place, and in that sense, at least, they’re kindred spirits. But even then, he mostly only trusts them to leave him alone if he does the same. Can’t even say that about people.
He’s been vigilant for so long that he doesn’t really know how he feels underneath it. Angry, maybe. Angry would make sense. Yeo-reum, certainly, is angry, but maybe that’s just it. Yeo-reum’s angry enough for the both of them, and there’s no room for more.
Survival comes first. Everything else can be figured out later.