<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/512870612167950336/857460322179612693/yUVslUy.png)</div><strong>Name: Briar Thatch</strong><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Aspiring Street Chef<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Pansexual (preferably cast iron)<br/><strong>Ons:</strong><em>Cooking!</em>Good food in general, really! A thick & juicy steak; a heavy cream mushroom stew; a spicy salad with ale, mmnh~! Being handled tends to go over well, too, whether stirred, tenderized, kneaded, or stretched.<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Gross messes! If it works as fertilizer she doesn't want to be the one stuck cleaning it up, and chucking up perfectly good food is a waste!! She's getting mad just thinking about it!!!<br/><br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong><br/><br/><em>Splatula!</em>-- That tool strapped across her back isn't just for show! Whether whacking pre-food to prepare it for foodification or steadying a meal over the fire, that long steel spatula's served her well on the road to becoming a proper Street Chef! (Sadly does not do slicing, dicing, or other useful food preparation tasks.)<br/><br/><em>Out of the Frying Pan...</em>-- Briar's blessed with a hint of magic, just enough to provide her with what every Street Chef needs to go along with their cooking implements: on-demand heat! Does that mean bolts of flame? Explosive fireballs?? Meteors of molten rock from the sky???<br/>...<br/>...<br/>Well. N-...no.<br/>But she<em>can</em>make a nearby surface or object very, very hot! Like, hoo boy, that...that really burns! If you touch it! Or, I mean, I guess if you're, uh, a bug or something, if you just...look, it's hot enough to cook on, okay!? Don't come crying to me if she chucks a white-hot rock at your head because you were teasing her about it!<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'5"<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Slim and soft<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Briar's not much to look at, really. A bit on the short side, but not eye-catchingly short. Unremarkable features including drab hazel eyes and a straightish nose that leans just a little to the left. Shoulder-length brown hair usually kept back in a loose braid; most of the time it's even clean! No conversation-starting scars or tattoos, no fancy clothes, no unusual accent, no piercings; even her build is best described as "average," if on the slimmer, softer, rounded side of average. She could blend into any human-based crowd without even trying. Or could, if not for the oversized "broadsword" across her hips. The odds of any given person she meets assuming her spatula is a weapon and that she's an adventurer have so proven to be roughly 1:1, often leading to somewhat embarassing (and occasionally dangerous!) misunderstandings.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>You might have picked up on this from some of the above text, but it's fair to say she has a tendency towards<em>enthusiasm</em>when excited, and indeed can prove quite excitable. Prone to reacting before planning, anticipation over anxiety, and a possibly unhealthy disregard for safe kitchen practices, given that her "kitchen" is most of the outdoors - which is not often known for being very safe. She doesn't go out of her way to make trouble, or even to find it, but when exploring potential ingredients in your local bog or bandit territory, trouble will sometimes generously find you all on its own. Generous to a fault, eager to please,<em>especially</em>eager to share the fruits of her culinary labor (<strong>extra</strong>especially if someone's paying for it!), she's a sweet, passionate gal who only sometimes has to absolutely flatten someone for trying to steal the last dumpling off her own plate.<br/><br/>I mean. A girl's gotta eat!<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>There's not much to be said, really. Her family - mom, pop, two older brothers - are simple villagers with a little farmland, and there's nothing wrong with that! She helped out plenty on the farm when she was younger, but as she got older her interests got a little more...exotic? That's not the right word. Uh. Hm. Adventurous? Sure let's go with that, despite the implications.<br/><br/>See, no one in Briar's family, including her, has ever had much interest in<em>adventure</em>per se. It's just that she's had these wild ideas for how much unrealized food is out there, just waiting to be prepared! Giant bog toads! Ghost fish! Nymph blooms! Twice-thawed lichen! Some people make potions and alchemical doodads out of little bits and pieces of this stuff, but how many people have dared try to<em>cook</em>them?<br/><br/>You can keep your treasures, your magic weapons and sparkly artifacts. Briar's on the road to adventurous meals, and as far as she's concerned, anyone around is blessed to have her cooking for them!<br/><br/>"Anyone around" might have differing opinions in that regard, depending on what they're unlucky enough for her to have caught and cooked at the time. There haven't been any deaths<em>proven</em>to be caused by her cooking, but she can't honestly say it's been entirely ruled out, either.<br/>