<div class="floatright">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Animacharacter1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Brynn Connovich</span><br/><strong>Player:</strong>Idariel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Wizard/Mentalist<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Nephlim Dukzarist ( )<br/><strong>Ethnicity: </strong><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>10<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Proper Description</div><div class="spoiler_body">Long, dark red hair with a faint wave, often confined back from her face with a single, twisted hair band that dangled ornaments at her temple. A sculpted face, pouting lips and gypsy dark, black eyes are often disregarded at first, due to her unusual, decidedly elegant and curved ears. Dark skin, in a smooth even bronze neither tans in the summer nor darkens in the winter. She has a sensually curved body with a generous bust, narrow waist and slender hips.<br/>She loves the feel of metal against her body, as it vibrates to her magic, so prefers metal earrings (of which she has five in each ear, metal head band, metal necklace, low slung belt and even elaborate metal bracers that sinuously curl up her arms.<br/>Beautiful and wealthy, she is comfortable in social situations but not ambitious for power, so the slights of the more nobly born fall off of her. She nearly always dresses in red, with a high dramatic collar and sweeping skirts. When left alone, she will often sing or hum, choosing melodies and words that evoke dreams.<br/>She has a mischievous and playful nature, more inclined to laugh then cry, and play then work. But then to her … magic is play.<br/>Voice: Smokey, low alto.<br/>Smile: Mischievous, Dreamy, Mysterious<br/>Laugh: Warm chuckle, that swirls around the room.<br/>Scent: Hot buttered rum, with a dash of coconut</div></div><strong>Hair:</strong>Dark Red, with wave.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Gypsy dark, black eyes with tilt.<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Bronze<br/><strong>Scent:</strong>Hot buttered rum, with a dash of coconut<br/><strong>Voice:</strong>Smokey, low alto.<br/><strong>Magical Portfolio:</strong>Dreams, Illusion, Fire, Telepathy<br/><strong>Size:</strong>11 (4'8/85)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Ball – Day 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Megan<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Everyone's height</div><div class="spoiler_body">Brynn: 4'8/85<br/>Megan: 5'2<br/>Knight: 6'9</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ball gown – only imagine it red</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/BrynnBallGownback.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/BrynnBallGownFront.jpg)<br/>(red gowns should be here sometime tomorrow) </div></div><br/>Brynn heard that quiet whisper, and her eyes twinkled. Because, after all, she was weaver of dreams, a Commander of Wishes … so his compliment delighted her.<br/><br/>He bowed correctly to her friend, just kissing Megan's knuckles precisely as a prince should do. Then it was her turn, and this mountain of a man bowed over her hand every bit as correctly as he had to Megan, except that his breath brushed over her hand and his lips moved over her skin in a sensual caress that while invisible to onlookers, sent little tendrils of delight through her body. She told herself firmly it was just that lovely, rough feel of wind-chapped lips. He didn't mean it, surely!<br/><br/>Azure eyes locked with black, and her heart fluttered.  Her hand tightened upon his for only a moment, before he stepped back, and introduced himself. A knight! Sir Cedric Viridian. An interesting choice, with his eyes so vivid a blue, that his name was a deep, resonate green.<br/><br/>She waited and let her friend take the correct side, his left; she would not be at risk of being harmed if for some reason Sir Cedric needed to draw his weapon. She stood on his right, the top of her head not quite reaching his sternum.<br/><br/>Even their deliberately bland coachman in his pristine suit earned a smile from her today. As they rode in their carriage she reviewed their tasks: Observe the Princess' security, make sure it is both loyal and sufficient.  Watch the guests, and make sure the Princess had a lovely time. Glancing up at their tall escort, she decided that he would certainly make sure the Princess had a lovely Ball.<br/><br/>Tarth Lömen. Oldest building in the City. White marble, and tastefully decorated. All the most important and beautiful people elegantly attired. That was their goal and it made her shiver.<strong>“Sir Viridin? If I may ask have you been to Tarth Lömen before?”</strong><br/><br/>She smoothed her hands over her red skirts, carefully curling her feet up against the seat of the carriage so that his long legs had some room. Then her hand reached for Megan's.<strong>“Have you served the Prince very long?”</strong><br/><br/>After listening intently to his reply, she hesitantly asked,<strong>“Do you know about how much security would be appropriate for the Princess? Who her normal advisers are?”</strong>It seemed to Brynn a hard task to tell proper security from bad if they didn't know what proper security should look like!