Post by Branowen O'Floinn on Jul 7, 2010 16:11:00 GMT
. . .. . .Name: Branowen O'Floinn
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Class: Peasant
Appearance:
Branowen is quite small standing only five feet and is easily recognized because of her vibrant orange hair. Her skin a pale reach colour and her cheeks are usually slightly rosy. Never without a smile on her face and her grayish hazel eyes always lit up with happiness and laughter, the women gives off an air of friendliness and openness. Branowen's usual outfit is a red or green dress that has more close fit sleeves. Despite the fashion being long flowing sleeves, the excess fabric greatly annoys the women and causes her unwanted aggravation. With her dress Branowen also wears either a cloak or a long and large embroidered wrap. If there is any notion of hunting or horseback riding Branowen throws away dresses and will wear a tunic and leggings for better comfort and easier manageability (though with her clumsiness it doesn't make much of a different what she wears the out come is usually the same).
Played by: Karen Gillan
Character:
Branowen is an independent person, she’s always willing to go off and do things on her own and doesn’t need people around. She enjoys her fair share of alone time spending most of it in either the solitude of her study or looking out the window with a warm drink. She’s known for having her head in the clouds and because of that she’s slightly clumsy. An imaginative child since her birth there’s always some character or idea running around her in her distracting her from the world around her and, on many an occasion, disrupting her special awareness. This often leads of drinks being split on people, displaced furniture and many other awkward situations with members of the public.
Another sad outcome of her mind running rampant is that Branowen is prone to forget things, so don’t be offended if it takes her a few meeting to remember your name. The only place she really remembers where she put things is in her room which is usually in a very large mess with papers and other assorted items laying over every surface. On occasion her room is so disorderly that it is almost impossible to see the floor and counter tops. But there is a system to her madness that confounds everyone but works for her.
A curious individual she is usually seen carrying a book of some kind and enjoys attending lectures or events pertaining to a better understanding of anything. She is always open minded and willing to lean anything on any subject be it magic, weapons or people. Her room is stocked with a wide assortment of books on a broad number of subjects. Branowen isn’t one to pass up a chance to travel, she jumps at any opportunity and takes everything she can from her experiences.
Branowen is a cheerful person with an extremely long fuse. She takes everything in stride when she is angry and doesn’t act on her anger until she is alone in which case you wouldn’t want to be a wall or a pillow. Always an optimist she usually has an ‘everything is coming up daises’ air about her as she goes through life. When Branowen gets an idea in her head she is sure to run with it and doesn’t let anyone get in her way, this also applies to positions or opportunities that she desires. Though once in that position she settles into submissiveness, and will willingly and cheerfully go about her business.
Branowen is a bad liar and is one of people whose resolve is to avoid the topic and maybe it will go away. She is easily pleased and content with the simpler comforts in life, she doesn’t need to be rich or have a big house to be happy
Strengths:
•• Optimism, always looking on the bright side and trying to cheer people up.
•• Not Easily Angered, because of this she isn’t prone to act out in anger and make irrational choices. She preferred to deal with her anger in private and out of view of the public.
•• Determined, once she gets something in her head she is completely willing to give it her all.
•• Learning, Branowen always keeps and open mind and listened to every angle before making a formal decision
Weaknesses:
•• Books, gets all defensive when someone tried to damage or throw out a book.
•• Clumsy, incredibly so and this gets in to many unwanted situations.
•• Easily Distracted, there's always something out there that's just so darn interesting for her.
•• Curiosity, this along with her clumsiness always gets her into trouble. There is always something that she wasn't to figure out or better understand and she has a hard time sleeping or doing anything really until its been solved.
Magic:
Branowen has shown some basic magic so far, mainly focusing on the psychic division of telekinesis. (ie: wobbling pencils or tiny stones)
Weaponry Skills:
Branowen has no formal training with any kind of weapon, anything she does know is either learned from books or her brothers and, excluding the weapons listed below, has never put her knowledge to the test and picked up and/or tried to use anything else.
Sing shot –Branowen is highly accurate with her sling shot having been using one since she was a child. She can hit any target that is placed before her with excellent accuracy. The only down side is with a sling shot you can’t throw anything except small stones which isn’t very effective if you’re fighting someone.
Dagger – Primarily it has been used when out hunting. She’s never had to fight a human with it and isn't very trusting in her handling of it.
Bow & Arrow – A decent shot, on a target she can hit the general area of the center six times out of ten. Though with her luck those four times she doesn’t are usually the times that it really counts that she hits it.
Her brothers never let her get close to any other weapons or items that had pointed edges due to her clumsiness. Even the dagger she had to talk her brothers into letting her use, they always watched her closely and stayed a safe distance away when she had it in her possession.
Character History:
Branowen was born in Ireland to a wealthy farm family. She and her twin were the middle children of twelve, and all of her siblings being boys except her youngest sibling who was just recently born. Growing up with a large ever-expanding family meant having limited expectations placed on her as well as her other siblings. Their younger days were spent playing in the fields, chasing each other and in Branowen's case thinking of new storied. She always helped her brothers out on the farm and enjoyed hunting with them though they were always cautions because of her clumsiness. While it was mostly her brothers who caught the animals on occasion Branowen would catch something, usually a deer because they were larger targets. Her eldest brothers were always cautious about taker her with them but Branowen's twin Conall was always insistent on her coming. The twins were very attached to each other and spent most of their time in each other's company.
Branowen always had idea in her head, mostly characters and stories when she was young, that she was willing to tell to anyone who would listen. Conall was her main listener and often times they would debate characters or stories seeing who could come up with the most interesting or frightening.
As she grew up she watched her brother marry or ride off to become knights or fighters of some kind. Branowen was devastated when her two eldest siblings were injured in a battle against a neighbouring region. Her eldest brother forever crippled and the second eldest left without an arm. She and her twin tried to fill in for the two as much as they could around the house to pick up the slack, but being only 9 there was little they could do. Bran and her brother pretended to be physicians, always bringing their brothers flowers, handfuls of dirt and water from the river claiming that they were potions to help them get better. Bran came to dislike fighting and was always trying to find peaceful ends to conflicts. She began to realize that there were two sides to every story and when she got in a fight she would try and see it from the other side as well as her own. The characters and storied she created changed as well, turning into ideas on how to solve conflicts and ways that fewer lives could be lost in fighting.
The O'Floinns were forced to move when a famine ran though the region they lived in. It became impossible to grow crops and the crops that did grow eaten by animals or insects. By now Branowen was eleven and starting to realize the importance of the things that grew on their land. Branowen's father was friends with a gentleman who lived near Camelot and he said that there was land near by that needed tending and he offered it to the family. Jumping at the opportunity Mr. O'Floinn moved his family across the pond to Camelot. The land smaller then their previous farm but they made the best of the land planting as many things as they could.
This proved to be a pivotal moment in Branowen's life because coming to Camelot opened up a range of new knowledge for the family. Branowen immediately took to learning and she couldn't get enough of the information and people. At first the only thing she liked was the knowledge and people, because besides that Camelot just seemed to be always busy with people running from here to there and back again. In Ireland it had seemed to be a go wherever the wind blew you kind of feel.
Branowen and Conall went into town four days a week with their brother to sell their produce. When their family started delivering food to the castle as part of their tithe, 10% of what they produced Branowen was awestruck. The castle had looked spectacular from their farm where it sprang from the tree line like the mighty castle that it was, but now that she was standing in front of it seemed even grander.
Over the years that Branowen has lived near Camelot she has come to fall for the city and it's people. The palace is still a much loved spectacle that she could stare at all day and never grow bored. She hasn't lost her accent, though it is not as heavy as it once was.
Additional Information:
Still got her irish accent even though she's lived in Camelot for a good number of years now.
I was wondering if Bran could possibly fill the position of Uther's Messenger or Palace Librarian, depending on which place you think needs filling.
Sample Roleplay:
From Battle Of The Houses
Word Count: 926
Cam started at herself in the mirror for a while longer an indifferent expression on her featured that seemed odd on the usually cheerful girl. Picking up her mask she placed it on her face glad that the spell was working to keep it on her face without the aid of string. Running a hand through her hair that was neatly brushed and draping it self over her shoulders the black haired girl turned her gaze to the toad that was sitting on the counter next to her. I guess I don’t need to tell you that toad are not welcome to this event, much to my chagrin. Sighing she looked at her reflection in the mirror and ferreted over her mask for a moment, her nerves for the night showing. Brushing her bangs out of her face Cam stood with a determined look on her face and twirled in front of her beloved pet. So tell me what you think. Do I look presentable? The toad gave a soft croak blinking at his mistress. Cam giggled at this and made a dismissive gesture, picking her pet up and looking him in the eyes. You charmer you…I bet you just get all the lady toads all hot and bothered talking like that. Giving herself one last check over in the mirror and slipping on her heels the teen pulled the hem of her cocktail dress down and made her way into her dorm and down the stairs to the common room only pausing to call back to her toad and tell him to have a good night.
As the younger potter twin walked to the great hall where the Masquerade ball was to be held she got a chance to look at the other people and wondered if she slightly underdressed for the occasion (not that she was going to do anything if she was, she wasn’t really a gown person anyway). Arriving at the entrance way she checked her mask again then made her way to the professor who was bewitching students' hair to different colors and telling them to go find the person who had the same hair. Stepping up for her own hair to be magically altered Cam ran a hand through it nervously, having decided on the dress purely so it would go with her black hair – though it was also because she was too lazy to put it up and a fancy dress would mean she’d have to actually do something with her hair. After a moment of arguing with the professor to just let her in without the hair she gave in and raised her hands in surrender. Lay it on me! Closing her eyes she waited hearing the teacher mutter a spell and after a moment opened her eyes and grabbed some strands as she walked into the great hall.
Cam paused, tugging at the strands of her hair for what was surely not going to be the last time that evening to stare at the odd dark grey colour of her hair. Why did they have to pick that specific colour? It wasn’t that is was a horrible colour (it actually went some what well with her dress) it was just that it looked so odd to Camelia Jayne Potter, the girl who prided herself on her black hair because it was something she shared with her father. Tossing her hair over her shoulder and brushing it out of her eyes Cam skipped off to find the stranger with the same hair color.
It was almost surreal, knowing that some where in the crowd were your friends but not being able to tell them apart from your enemies. Cam didn’t know if she should tread carefully for fear of being pared up with a Blackheart or Slytherin in general or go crazy knowing that until midnight when the masks came off no one was going to know who she was. It was such a hard choice for the Potter child…
…no it wasn’t. Of course Cam chose the latter. Throwing caution to the wind Cam happily skipped toward the crowd. Swirling couples with strange hair colours danced around the room. Two vibrant purple haired dancers whooshed by Cam, and a white haired couple were snogging in the corner. Cam was sure it was something out of Alice in Wonderland or some other fairy tale. Cam slid through the dancing crowd easily and made her way to the far end of the room there the boundary of the sexes seemed to be. On the left side of the room the girls stood in groups chatting amongst themselves or just standing alone, none of them having any interest in the boys who stood awkwardly on the opposing wall. Eyes scanning the male side of the room Cam spotted a boy with the same odd colored hair as she. Her facer lighting up in an instant Cam ran over tacking and hugging the male. Hello, Stranger! I see you’re my – probably unwilling – date for this shindig and I am thoroughly pleased to meet you! Cam continued to hug the stranger, speaking with her hyper, cheerful and loud voice, something the male probably found very uncomfortable. Some of the others that stood along the wall turned to look at the girl who was drawing a large among of attention to both herself and her partner. Cam was immune to these stared by now, seeing as she was known for always doing something to receive said stared from both students and professors alike.
Word Count: 926
Cam started at herself in the mirror for a while longer an indifferent expression on her featured that seemed odd on the usually cheerful girl. Picking up her mask she placed it on her face glad that the spell was working to keep it on her face without the aid of string. Running a hand through her hair that was neatly brushed and draping it self over her shoulders the black haired girl turned her gaze to the toad that was sitting on the counter next to her. I guess I don’t need to tell you that toad are not welcome to this event, much to my chagrin. Sighing she looked at her reflection in the mirror and ferreted over her mask for a moment, her nerves for the night showing. Brushing her bangs out of her face Cam stood with a determined look on her face and twirled in front of her beloved pet. So tell me what you think. Do I look presentable? The toad gave a soft croak blinking at his mistress. Cam giggled at this and made a dismissive gesture, picking her pet up and looking him in the eyes. You charmer you…I bet you just get all the lady toads all hot and bothered talking like that. Giving herself one last check over in the mirror and slipping on her heels the teen pulled the hem of her cocktail dress down and made her way into her dorm and down the stairs to the common room only pausing to call back to her toad and tell him to have a good night.
As the younger potter twin walked to the great hall where the Masquerade ball was to be held she got a chance to look at the other people and wondered if she slightly underdressed for the occasion (not that she was going to do anything if she was, she wasn’t really a gown person anyway). Arriving at the entrance way she checked her mask again then made her way to the professor who was bewitching students' hair to different colors and telling them to go find the person who had the same hair. Stepping up for her own hair to be magically altered Cam ran a hand through it nervously, having decided on the dress purely so it would go with her black hair – though it was also because she was too lazy to put it up and a fancy dress would mean she’d have to actually do something with her hair. After a moment of arguing with the professor to just let her in without the hair she gave in and raised her hands in surrender. Lay it on me! Closing her eyes she waited hearing the teacher mutter a spell and after a moment opened her eyes and grabbed some strands as she walked into the great hall.
Cam paused, tugging at the strands of her hair for what was surely not going to be the last time that evening to stare at the odd dark grey colour of her hair. Why did they have to pick that specific colour? It wasn’t that is was a horrible colour (it actually went some what well with her dress) it was just that it looked so odd to Camelia Jayne Potter, the girl who prided herself on her black hair because it was something she shared with her father. Tossing her hair over her shoulder and brushing it out of her eyes Cam skipped off to find the stranger with the same hair color.
It was almost surreal, knowing that some where in the crowd were your friends but not being able to tell them apart from your enemies. Cam didn’t know if she should tread carefully for fear of being pared up with a Blackheart or Slytherin in general or go crazy knowing that until midnight when the masks came off no one was going to know who she was. It was such a hard choice for the Potter child…
…no it wasn’t. Of course Cam chose the latter. Throwing caution to the wind Cam happily skipped toward the crowd. Swirling couples with strange hair colours danced around the room. Two vibrant purple haired dancers whooshed by Cam, and a white haired couple were snogging in the corner. Cam was sure it was something out of Alice in Wonderland or some other fairy tale. Cam slid through the dancing crowd easily and made her way to the far end of the room there the boundary of the sexes seemed to be. On the left side of the room the girls stood in groups chatting amongst themselves or just standing alone, none of them having any interest in the boys who stood awkwardly on the opposing wall. Eyes scanning the male side of the room Cam spotted a boy with the same odd colored hair as she. Her facer lighting up in an instant Cam ran over tacking and hugging the male. Hello, Stranger! I see you’re my – probably unwilling – date for this shindig and I am thoroughly pleased to meet you! Cam continued to hug the stranger, speaking with her hyper, cheerful and loud voice, something the male probably found very uncomfortable. Some of the others that stood along the wall turned to look at the girl who was drawing a large among of attention to both herself and her partner. Cam was immune to these stared by now, seeing as she was known for always doing something to receive said stared from both students and professors alike.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Laurence
Location: Vancouver Island
How long have you been RPing for: a few years
Any other characters on the site?: none
