<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><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/>The carriage ride was rough; not because of poor workmanship, but the nature of the ride, stopping and starting as they jostled for position with all of the other carriages headed the same way through the bustling city. That the Knight had chosen to sit across from them was a huge relief; she wasn't large enough to brace properly when sitting on the other side, and often ended up bruised.<br/><br/>Brynn leaned over to pat him reassuringly when his foot brushed over them; he was a big man and this carriage had not been designed with people of his size in mind!<br/><br/>Sir Viridian tensed as Megan coaxed her into asking her questions. She could feel Megan's suppressed laughter; she was working ~up~ to personal questions. One didn't just ask a stranger if they were married, or could dance or anything like that! She saw him tense nervously and was assailed with a terribly dread that he could not dance; but no, he'd offered. So what personal secret did he carry?<br/><br/>He answered clearly and precisely, which thrilled her no end; so many people could not pare a question down to the essentials.<strong>“It sounds lovely, and I cannot wait to see it; do you think they will permit tours? Two years ago? Sir, do you recall it well enough that if we needed to leave in a hurry you could find a way out, that was not the front door which the nobles were stampeding, nor the main servant's entrance, filled with fleeing servants? If you were bound in a room, could you deduce where we were and how to escape?”</strong><br/><br/>She worked who he served out in her mind. He and the Knight he trained with had served the King, then. She thought. Probably. At least she wasn't a noble, and didn't have to know for sure.<br/><br/>Her gaze grew thoughtful.<strong>“And you would notice, if one or both were acting oddly? Nervous, angry, or upset or contrariwise, too happy?”</strong><br/><br/>She looked at him again, rather intently. There were more his size? She looked dazed.<strong>“Your size? I've never met anyone who was anything like you. He would almost have to be a relative.”</strong>She shook off the contemplation to ask,<strong>“Do you mean, stronger than you? Because that is all that would worry me.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“In public a minimum of twenty-one men-at-arms and seven archers.”</strong>She tilted her head to the side, gaze fastened upon him but her eyes focused on some inner realm of her own.<strong>“If she needs more sword-ladies why is she hiring men? And why do so many target the Viceroy?”</strong>And why was he or she a viceroy and not a king or queen? A question for Megan, for later. Queen had a much nicer sound then Vicerine, anyway.<br/><br/>She nibbled on her lip and then banished such concerns. Hesitantly, she offered him her dance card.<strong>“I don't actually know how to dance; I've never been to a ball. I think … if you don't wish your toes tread upon to terribly, that you should pick the dance you are best at.”</strong>She felt the heat rising in her cheeks and sighed wistfully.<strong>“Now I wish I'd learned!”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I imagine your family was very proud of you, earning your Knighthood. Did your mother help you with your regalia?”</strong>A mother would do so, in the absence of a wife.