<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Brandi_Kellog.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Brandi Kellog</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aiolYRNIAYUr8V6uTUbRN6A1yjn5z9kD8W6CnVwtDYU/edit)<br/><br/>Name:      Brandi Kellogg (Formerly Mindi Liget.)<br/>Type:      Changeling<br/>Player:      Tenshi the Muse of Fire<br/><br/>Chronicle:      The City of Crossroads<br/>Concept:      Dancing Dragon<br/>Virtue:      Fortitude<br/>Vice:         Pride<br/><br/>Age:         27<br/>Age, Apparent:   20<br/>Birthday:      March 3rd<br/>Height:      5’10”<br/>Weight:      170lbs<br/>Measures:<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/RAUwv.png)</div>Skin:         Creamy Afro-Asian<br/>Hair:         Shoulder length wavy tresses, raven black to humans, more plum behind the Mask.<br/>Eyes:      Sapphire with purple rims, particularly wide behind the mask.<br/>Style:      “Brandi” has long, luxurious nails as the only remaining sign of her durance as a magnificent red-gold dragon.  She’s not entirely certain why this odd multi-ethnic beauty came out of the Hedge.  Though quite fond of her new look, she’s often been heard to say, “Some days I’d kill to be a blond again.”<br/>Brandi has three hedgespun outfits.  One seems appropriate to a harem girl, another to a fantasy art swordswoman, and a third is an elegant gown with a square bodice.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History</div><div class="spoiler_body">    “A long time ago my name was Mindi Liget. I was the daughter of an attorney. I had everything—or thought I did. I was rich, bright, beautiful, and most definitely bored. When other girls my age played wicked games of hearts and whispers to tear each other down, I had a good look at how petty they were…  <br/><br/>   “School was easy—or at least, I don't think dad was buying my grades. I found three great loves in my life, things I could do, but not easily. Things that it satisfied me to succeed in.<br/><br/>   “Ballet, Gymnastics, and Kung Fu.<br/><br/>   “I was 19 and studying dance in California when it happened. After a recital, I collapsed into an exhausted sleep. In nightmares, reptilian monsters chased me all around campus, burning and biting when I slowed too much. Finally I was too frightened to run any more, so I turned to fight the terrible thing. The moment I met its eyes, I jerked awake, staring into my own face. Another me loomed over me, pressing a golden rose beneath my nose. As if that sweet fragrance were chloroform, the other me didn't have to hold me down long before I passed out. My last memory of being Mindi Legit was the girl who stole my life brushing her lips over mine<br/><br/>   “When I woke again, I was a great dragon, red and gold. My claws were spears, my fangs were daggers, my scales were armor, and my breath was death. I should have been as glorious and powerful as I was magnificent, but I was bound by a great adamant chain to the center of the room. All around me, beautiful girls in dancing costumes that spanned 3,000 years and a globe's worth of cultures surrounded me in gilded cages. My master's lash of thorned roses pierced my scales as easily as they would a human girl’s tender skin, but that wasn't the torment I suffered. For three eternities, I was the loved and hated protector of a harem of history's greatest dancers. I took wing to protect them with fire and fang from any to threaten them save the torments and lusts of our Master.<br/><br/>   “I yearned more than anything else to be human again, just for a night.  Just long enough to dance with these other girls—even for the amusement of our cruel master and his guests. But I was never permitted to dance.<br/><br/>   “One year ago tomorrow, seven horrible ogres tried to invade my master's harem. Despite my envy, I protected them for my own love as well as to be spared our master's cruel lash. In the battle with the ogres, one of them did what I'd thought was impossible..<br/><br/>   “He cracked my chain!<br/><br/>   “When at last I drove away the ogres, I shattered free of the chain. The dancers screamed and laughed and cried, telling me to fly free. Telling me to find home, and to never forget them... My heart is pierced every night by the cries of those I left behind.<br/><br/>   “And I will never forget them.<br/><br/>   “I flew through the skies 'til I found a wall of roses blocking my path. There was no passage through it.  It was too high to pass over. I plunged my way painfully through. The thorns of first the rose wall and then the hedge bit and tore at my body, on and on for what seemed like months of torment. I fled through the hedge. It stripped away my hide, my strength, my claws, my chains.<br/><br/>   “When at last I emerged here in the human world, 7 years after I'd vanished, I was almost human again. I was powerful and beautiful, with a tattoo of throned roses where the collar had been and elegant nails where once I'd worn claws that could rend stone.<br/><br/>   “For seven years, a thing wearing my face has lived in my place. She hasn't lived my life. I'm a dancer and a gymnast. Even with the comforts of my father's riches available to me, I would never become a petty little trophy wife like that thing. Let me live in poverty, dancing half naked to feed the fantasies of men in a bar. Let me build my own fortune with my body and my heart and my grace. I take more pride in this than I ever could as an ornament on a politicians arm.<br/><br/>   “For a full year, I have lived as a changeling—part fairy tail innocent, part dragon, hiding beneath the mask of a stripper and later a private dancer. I’ve found others like me, allied with them, helped them recover the joy of life, the sense of self.<br/><br/>   “And when their heart's are true, I ask them to join me in preparation for the day they will come to bring us back to be their playthings once more.<br/><br/>   “On that day, they'll flee to their world covered in their own blood.<br/><br/>   And on that night, I'll follow them back and I'll break open those cages, and I'll lead my friends to freedom.  <br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Out of the Hedge</div><div class="spoiler_body">   Even after burning and tearing her way through the hedge wall, the thorns still ripped at the dragon.  The corridors between the thorns were too narrow.  She had to smash her way through them constantly.  Every step, the thorns raked at her anew.  Every time she even thought of pausing, the roars of the manticores reminded her that her captor's hounds were after her.  The thorns ripped at the dragon's wings 'til they were useless rags hanging from her arms.  They ripped at her hide 'til armor that had shattered arrows and bent swords was naught but a bloody mess.  <br/><br/>   Every time the dragon thought it might be safe to rest, the manticores roared to one another somewhere behind her.  Every time she thought it would be easier to just curl up and die, she remembered the dancers in their cages, yelling at her to fly, willing her to be free, begging her to never forget them.  <br/><br/>   She wanted to curl up and die.  She wasn't strong enough to endure this.  <br/><br/>   But they needed her.  <br/><br/>   The end to pain was so startling that she shrieked just at the change.  She collapsed on the sidewalk and curled up into a ball.  At first it didn't even register that she was out, that this was a pavement sidewalk she was lying on, before an asphalt street.  That didn't matter half as much as the fact that the pain had stopped.  <br/><br/>   The afro-asian girl passed right out of a concrete wall.  Sleek and hard bodied and curvy, with golden skin, round hips, and great creamy breasts.  She collapsed to the ground, sobbing  She covered her eyes with her hands, showing long, elegantly manicured nails, and babbled something between each sob.  <br/><br/>   “I won't forget you.”  <br/><br/>   “I won't forget you.”  <br/><br/>   “I won't forget you.”  <br/></div></div>