Name: Breanna Griffith
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
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(having a very hard time finding a picture to encapsulate what I want this character to look like so were are going to go with this for now
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Bio:
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Breanna was born just outside of Liverpool to a Mr. and Mrs. Edward Hopkins. Her families situation was rather unique. They were dangerously straddling serf and gentleman. That is to say that they didn't have enough money for fancy clothes, perfumes, powdered wigs and such, but they lived far more comfortably than the average British citizen or nationalist. Breanna's father Edward was a third generation carriage crafter or coach builder or whatever you wish to call it. Just shy of ninety years of hard work had landed the family with a workshop, a large home, and an underappreciated garden. Breanna spent her early years housekeeping with her mother, general chores and tending to her elder's needs. She had, and still has two older brothers, Jacob and Alfred (who she calls Alfee). Her brothers were absorbed into their father work as soon as they could walk. Fetching tools, sanding wood, running to the factory to buy nails or screw. There was nothing those two couldn't accomplish. As the years went on jealousy grew in Breanna, and after several heated confrontations with her mother and father, she was allowed to apprentice in the workshop. She cherished the chance to prove that she was just as capable as her brothers and did so on numerous occasion while apprenticing. Her days were filled with hard work but it was far better than sitting around at home. She was so pleased to finally be rid of her boring life. That pleasure didn't last however. When she was thirteen her father began to seek out a husband for her. Breanna terribly dreaded the idea of the leaving the family and marrying some shmuck and giving up her craft. She did her best to foil any attempt her father made to find her a husband and took equal steps to embarrass any suitors. It worked for the better part of a year but eventually she was pulled away from the workshop she called home and flung into some fancy dress.
She had met the man she was to marry perhaps once before, but with little interest in becoming a wife she didn't bother to pay any attention. Her family wasn't particularly large, but the Griffiths were practically a litter of wild cats. Well-dressed and proudly spoken cats, but cats all the same. Her husband was charming enough, not terribly posh and still in his youth, he was no doubt ten years her senior but Breanna had been witness to far worse a marriage. She found the entire day to be dreadfully dull, other than the wine and ale, which was cheap but still good, and she could drink all she wanted, which she did. It wasn't particularly lady-like to get smashed during the wedding ceremony but both families were either oblivious or too kind to say anything. The evening of her wedding was far less dull but equally as unenjoyable. Despite her rebellious nature in her youth, she had never taken to prostitution nor general sexual foolery. She had remained abstinent till her wedding as she was instructed to do by every preacher or priest she had ever met. Her husband however, was quite practiced, and quite fond of intercourse. It didn't take long for Breanna to join in his enthusiasm.
Her first year of married life was far better than she expected. She lived with her husband Charles in a modestly sized estate with a handful of servants. She ate good food drank good ale and had good sex. It did not take long for the boredom that she once felt as a young girl to return, though. She yearned to work, to do something other than sit at home, but it would tarnish Charles' name if other members of the high class thought he could not provide for his wife. So instead she begged Charles for some supplies to carve and craft just something to keep her busy. Instead of supplies Breanna found herself to be an expected mother. She thought that perhaps her days will be full of joy caring for her child, but when the baby was finally delivered, she learned that the servant provided most of the child care. Breanna nursed for the first year or so before they switched Richard to more solid food. She enjoyed the time she spent with Richard but she was still unhappy with her daily life. She began to argue with Charles every day and lash out at servants for no reason. She was miserably depressed.
She lasted just shy of four years as a housewife when she decided she had had enough. She wrote a brief letter to Charles, gave Richard a final embrace, and took off into the night. She was criminal. Leaving her husband was a crime in itself but she had also taken a sizeable sack of coin and a horse from their stables. While on the run she heard of a town by the name of Ironwold. The stories that the travelers spoke scared her, but she was certain that Charles would not dare chase her through such a hell. By the time she reached the road in she had sold the horse and most of her attire, and as she peered toward the town in the distant all she could think was What in the bloody hell am I doing here?
Stats: 14 assigned)
Wits (Essentially wisdom and intelligence): 3
Physique (strength and stamina): 4
Grace (agility and charisma): 5
Spirit (Supernatural defense and offense): 2
Perks and flaws:
Cold. She remains calm and clinical in moments of stress. However, people sense the hardness of her nature, and won't open up to her as quickly.
Craft. She's good with her hands, especially in a woodworking shop.
Lost. She has no direction. Commonalities bore her, comfort stifles her, so anything that isn't urgent or exciting means she struggles to concentrate. She has an advantage with anything that thrills her, however.
Equipment:
A heavy purse. Unusual wealth for a traveller.
Wooden curio. Handed to you by the carriage driver... unspoken, without explanation, it was pushed into your hands before he quickly rode on. It's a sealed wooden box, about two inches square and four long. There's no obvious way to open it, and there's something inside, knocking around when it's shaken.
OOC
I'm down for most stuff, no bathroom play, or vore, and heavy bondage aint my thing but just play it by ear, If I feel uncomfortable at anypoint I will let you know.
