Brynja Starcarver
ᛒᚱᛁᚾᛃᚨ ᛊᛏᚨᚱᚲᚨᚱᚢᛖᚱ
"She who watches the sky walks slower, but surer."
ᛊᚺᛖ ᚹᚺᛟ ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺᛖᛊ ᚦᛖ ᛊᚲᛁ ᚹᚨᛚᚲᛊ ᛊᛚᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛊᚢᚱᛖᚱ
Name: Brynja Starcarver
Age: 48
Race: Greatling
Culture: Stonerunner
Sexuality: Questioning
Appearance:
Tall and broad-shouldered, she carries herself like someone who’s survived more than one battle. Her long hair is braided back in thick strands, the kind that don’t come undone easy. Scars and dark tattoos mark her skin - stories carried with her at all times. Her expression is sharp, unreadable at a glance, but there’s warmth behind her eyes if you stick around long enough. - Looks like she could break your jaw, but might offer you stew after.
She usually wears layeres of furs, pelts, leather and chainmail. Practical and simple clothes to stay warm and protected.
Story
ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁ
Brynja came to the Spire not long ago. If asked what lead her here she would usually go on about how the star fortold her arrival here or how she's following destiny.
The reality is that she has long left home. Once elected to be the Matriarch of her tribe she was set up for for failure. Or so she liked to think of it. Young and inexperienced she was put in the position her grandmother was in not long before her. Challenged by her older sister not long after she lost her position as quickly as she got it.
As customs have it she was next to be a diviner and oracle. Scry the stars above and wander the mountains. A fate not meant for one as young as she was. Aimless but not without conviction Brynja followed where the stars lead her. Always staying close to her tribe, divining for those she cared for.
Yet eventually her own destiny caught up to her, being meant for more, challenged to achieve greater hights with counting years she set out to travel westwards towards a place she heard about in stories of merchants and wanderers. - The Spire.
What the Spire got for her is still written in the stars. But I am certain we will experience it together.
Relations
ᚱᛖᛚᚨᛏᛟᚾᛊ
ᛊᚢᚾ - Sun
A trusted kin-brother of the north.
