• Brirer's Profile •
Stats | Human | Taratus | Personality | Relations
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• Stats •
• Name
Brirer.
(pron. bree er-er, though easily slurred to sound like "breer")
• Full Name
Bricriu Scorer of House Rh'thaou, Clan Taratus
• Age
30-something.
• Gender
Male (heterosexual)
• Species
Brirer falls under the category of 'tarati,' though he is not a true tarat. He was born a human and later was experimented upon, his DNA became melded with that of hyena DNA. As a result, he is capable of "shifting" into a half-human, half-hyena "tarat," but unlike his tarati-born bretheren, he is incapable of shape-shifting into a full-hyena.
• Rank
Cannon-fodder.
• Occupation
Brirer is equally all of these things: a bard and storyteller, a tracker, hunter scout, and spy. He is also skilled enough with long-range weapons (guns, bow/arrow, and other projectile weapons), that he could make a fair assassin -- if he can only shut his mouth long enough.
• Duties
Brirer has never been well-liked, even by his own mother. Perhaps this is simply due to the people he has lived around all his life, and has never been around people capable of seeing past his faults. He has never brought himself above the dregs of society, as he was jaded long before he could even consider it. Most likely as a result of his poor self-image (low self-esteem is questionable, he says he does not mind), no matter where he goes, he is always at the back of the line, the clean-up crew, or the cannon-fodder.
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• Human Form •
• Hair
Brirer is rarely seen in his human form, and therefore has a grooming issue. While he is not necessarily dirty by nature, his hair always appears to be in-between haircuts and stringy -- which is merely a characteristic of his hair-type: straight and limp, with just enough metallic sheen to make it appear greasy. It always seems too long, locks of dirty-blonde hair falling limply about his eyes and covering his ears, or only just too short to hold back with a strip of leather or cloth.
• Eyes
His eyes are an unattractive muddy-brown color, though large and round, almost pretty the way his long brownish eyelashes frame them. Instead of inviting much conversation, they seem to ward people off however, until that moment between beer pitchers two and three when his eyes soften and merely become melancholy. No, it is not a trick played by the alcohol, dirty light, and bawdy music.
• Complexion
Brirer's complexion is medium-fair and somewhat ruddy, either from the chill bite of the wind or the heat of the indoors. It does not darken noticeably nor seems very weathered from his days spent outside, probably a result of his preference for his half-hyena, tarat form.
• Appearance
While not especially tall, Brirer's physique more than makes up for it. He stands at about 5'8" with a barrel-chest and muscular arms. The fact that his limbs are a bit small for his body is more defined when he is human, but he does not wear clothing that would hide that. Generally he carries his heavy flute (some have made wagers on what kind of metal it really is) which is often used as a club if nothing else is available, as well as a crossbow and arrows.
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• Taratus Form •
• Hair/fur
Strangely enough, Brirer's hair lightens to straw-blonde when he shifts to his taratus form, and it takes on a fuller, wavy quality. It is also longer, falling about his shoulders so that he feels compelled to pull it back. Otherwise, overall his fur is pointed, a light golden-brown base with darker brown legs and face. His ears are the lighter brown, round and medium-sized, like a mouse's. Over his torso are quarter and half-dollar sized black polka-dots, and his neck has more of a "flea-bitten" coloration.
• Eyes
Dark, liquidy brown, his eyes though large appear oddly like a shark's. They often look hungry or predatory, though it is impossible to say if his craving is for something tangible or not.
• Appearance
Brirer's body is thick, with broad shoulders and somewhat short limbs, though his arms are a little longer than his legs, which is hard to see because they are muscular and bent like an animal's. In this form he prefers capri-style pants cut above the ankle that are tied at the hem. He also wears a lace-up sleeveless shirt and vest, all of which are in colors such as brown, green, and black.
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• Personality •
• Attitude
Brirer has an ironic, almost acidic cynicism about him, and he almost always wears some sort of quirky smile, as if he is on the verge of laughter. Often times, he is. If allowed to do so, he will give his view on any subject in all of its gorey detail. Because he is so well-read and well-traveled, he has much detail to share. So if anyone asks, they had best not be eating at the time. Yes, his bitter outlook on the world preceeds him, his reputation leading to pointed avoidance. He says and believes to some degree that this is his lot in life, that as a member of the "dregs" of any civilization, this is how he will always be treated. This does not stifle his aims in life, it simply colors them. His desire to rise among the ranks in his House has become a personal battle for revenge against his superiors.
• Hobbies
Brirer loves music in any form, be it just a beat, or a full ensemble, and will break out into song at completely random times, or tap a pencil on the tabletop when reading. He loves to read but hates to quote it in any form short of knowledge assimilated into his normal rantings. In all of his literary travels, he has learned several languages, the histories and major cultures of a few planets, and even knows a rudimentary spell or two, but only that which can enhance slightly pre-existing abilities (tracking, storytelling, etc.).
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• Relations •
• Mate
Ha! (none)
• Parents
Unknown. Hopefully massacred (okay, his father at least).
• Siblings
Several, whereabouts unknown. One was a prostitute, she is probably dead; another was slated to take over the farm and probably still lives there.
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