<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Brennisen Miller</strong></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Race: </strong>Half-Elf<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Ranger<br/><strong>Level: </strong>1<br/><strong>HP: </strong>12<br/><strong>AC: </strong>7<br/><strong>Birthplace: </strong>Born in a healer's guild hall in the city of Dyvers, but she grew up near the fringes of the Gnarley Forest in a small mostly human village (Rock Bridge).<br/><strong>Current Home: </strong>Brennisen lives in her small tent, camping in the forest on the outskirts of Beratana.<br/><strong>Deity:</strong>Not religious, though very thoughtful about spiritual matters. Her one pure-blood Elven friend, Kirien, just about has her convinced that Ehlonna is the goddess for her, since she already believed that there had to be more to life than just physical reality.<br/><strong>Sexuality: </strong>Virgin, but very tomboyish, and attracted to females as well as males.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Abilities: </span></strong><br/><strong>Str: </strong>16<br/><strong>Int: </strong>9<br/><strong>Wis: </strong>14<br/><strong>Dex: </strong>13<br/><strong>Con: </strong>16<br/><strong>Cha: </strong>12<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><br/><strong>Physical Appearance</strong></span><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><br/><strong>Hair: </strong>Auburn<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>Sapphire blue<br/><strong>Height: </strong>5' 6"<br/><strong>Weight: </strong>115 lbs.<br/><strong>Age (Actual/apparent): </strong>24/17<br/><strong>Distinguishing Features: </strong>Brennisen grew up working in her father's mill, so she is built sturdy and strong for a girl.  She has above average looks thanks to her elvish blood, but has gained the curves, strength, and build of her human side.<br/><br/>She is fond of chewing on curls of cinnamon bark, though it's not often she gets to indulge in that vice as it's difficult to come by in the small town.  What she does get to enjoy is supplied by her friend, Kirien, as a sort of thank you for the way Brennisen brings small gifts of sliced wild apples and little tidbits of meat for Kirien's pseudo dragon familiar, which Brennisen assumes is just an exotic pet.<br/><br/>The young ranger enjoys trying to coax the little dragon out of hiding with such little token gifts whenever she visits the mage's apothecary shop.  But she has no idea that the telepathic ability of the little creature to communicate with Kirien was largely responsible for the beginning of the friendship between the two women.  It was the little pseudo dragon who was able to assure the Elven cleric/mage that the shy ranger's surreptitious stares in her direction whenever she thought the pretty elf wasn't looking were merely admiring glances, and no harm was meant by them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Personality: </strong></span>Brennisen is an easy going girl, formerly a miller's daughter.  Around humans, she is fairly comfortable and although she is reserved, quiet, and a little shy, she warms up to them quickly and is generally popular due to her pretty elvish features.<br/><br/>Around those of pure elvish blood, however, she is very introverted and shy, self-conscious, and believes that compared to them, she's clumsy and awkward.  In the past, she's had experiences with pure-blood elves who have made her feel like her mixed blood was something to be ashamed of and a disgrace to elven kind.  Her lack of confidence around them even extends to doubting and second guessing herself, her skills, her thoughts, etc.  A pure blooded elf would find it easy to intimidate her if they were of a mind to.<br/><br/>The one pure-blood elf that is the exception to the rule, (though it was not always that way) is Kirien.  Brennisen and Kirien both came to Beratana about the same time, and while their encounters during the first six months after they met were hardly more than shy glances and self-conscious blushes on the part of the young half-elf, the patience of the Cleric/Mage eventually broke down the wall between them, with a little help from her pseudo dragon familiar.  Now Brennisen considers it her job to look out for the petite elf, even though Kirien's spell casting ability might make her an even more powerful force to be reckoned with than the young ranger.  One of the few ways to get Brennisen riled to anger is to make any attempt to harm her friend.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Backstory/History: </strong></span>Brennisen's mother was elvish, her father, human.  Both were adventurers in their youth, but when Brennisen was born, it was decided they would give up their adventuring life and settle down to raise their daughter.  Unfortunately, as they were traveling to the small village they had selected for its peaceful, out of the way quality, they were attacked by orc brigands and her mother was killed.  Grief stricken, her father took his infant daughter on to the sleepy little town of Rock Bridge, so named for the stone bridge that spanned the little river that would later power the mill that would be their home.<br/><br/>Brennisen was well loved by her father, but due to him not having any sons to help him in the mill, Brennisen grew up more of a tomboy, helping her father for the first decade and a half of her life.  The experience made her grow up strong and sturdy for a girl, and her childhood activities when she was not working at the mill helped her develop a few useful skills.  She used to use a sling to help keep the rodent population down around the mill, and became quite accurate and skilled with the small weapon.<br/><br/>Another favorite pastime she liked to engage in was to go fishing with her best friend, a human boy named Marcos.  The two grew close, and loved to spend many idle hours together on the banks of the small river not too far from the mill.  It was this closeness to the human boy that was to determine the path of her destiny.<br/><br/>Marcos had been away for a hunting trip for several days and Brennisen was becoming very worried about him.  He was long overdue to return when his hunting partner staggered into the small village tavern, half dead, with frightening tales of being ambushed by gnoll raiders.  He claimed that Marcos still lived, and the gnolls were most likely torturing the human boy for sport.<br/><br/>The tale was overheard by a mysterious cloaked figure who slipped out of the tavern moments later while the villagers were all still in an uproar.  Most of the villagers had no idea what could be done for the boy, and debate over what action they should take lasted long into the night.  The rescue party was just preparing to go search for the boy by dawn of the next day when the mysterious cloaked figure rode back into town, the bedraggled and exhausted boy in tow.<br/><br/>As it turned out, the mysterious rescuer was a member of the Ranger corps from the nearby kingdom of Furyondy.  Brennisen was immediately enthralled with the amazing stranger, and confronted him, begging to be taught how to become just like him.  After vowing to follow him anywhere and do whatever it took to become like him, Brennisen was reluctantly taken on as an apprentice.<br/><br/>She proved herself to be an apt pupil, quickly taking to the new lifestyle as if it were second nature to her.  Indeed, her intuitive sense when it came to interpreting signs and tracks with the surety of one who had witnessed what had transpired there bordered on savant-like ability.  Even the much more experienced ranger was astounded by her skill.  The one problem she had was her lack of confidence in her abilities, despite being able to almost 'see' in her mind the entire story that had unfolded.  Illiterate with words, she could read the tracks and signs like an open book.<br/><br/>The young half-elf girl spent several years with her mentor, but alas, all good things have to come to an end.  After a severe fall during a climbing accident where her mentor shattered his leg, Brennisen was sent on her way.  The old ranger told her he had taught her all he could, and that it was time she gained the confidence in her abilities that only making her own way could give her.  He bequeathed her his studded leather armor, his long sword, and his shaggy little mountain pony and sent her on her way.  She eventually settled in to a small town called Beratana to call home, and has been living there off and on for about 3 years.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Secondary Skills (one or two): </strong></span>Bowyer/Fletcher, Fishing. One of the first tasks her Ranger master taught her was the art of making her own bow and arrows.  From selecting the cuts of wood to laminate into a composite, to shaping the bow, heat treating and recurving it, to finishing the grip and nocking notches, to selecting tough plant fibers to twist into cordage to make a bow string, even to making and fletching her own arrows, the Ranger taught her everything.  He would not let her move on to learning any other weapons until she proved she could make her own bow as a sort of test she had to pass.  The skill has served her well, giving her the confidence in knowing that she never has to be long without a weapon for defense or hunting.<br/><br/>Non-weapon Proficiencies: Tracking, Cooking, Swimming.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Sexual ons/offs, sexual interests, and miscellaneous sexual details: </strong></span>Brennisen really hasn't had any sexual experience, though she has often found her eyes attracted to the more feminine girls of the village.  She thinks it's because she is so tomboyish, and is merely admiring them for their grace and femininity, but deeper stirrings linger inside her.  She felt something of a girlish crush on her mentor, but nothing ever came of it.  She is attracted to the natural beauty of those of pure elvish blood, but is far too shy to ever approach them, and she doesn't believe they could genuinely be interested in her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Weapons/Armor/Important and Personal Gear: </strong></span>long sword, short comp. bow, hand ax, short sword, sling.<br/><br/>Studded leather armor.<br/><br/>Backpack, cloak, leather breeches, blouse, tunic, flint and steel, 2 small belt pouches, quiver with 12 arrows, bedroll, waterskin, small tent, 3 fish hooks, two spare bow strings.<br/><br/><br/>(Modified to add details to her home listing.  More details to come as to how she acquired her secondary skills and non-proficiency skills.)