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Full Name: Brianna

Nickname: Bri

Age: 17

Gender: Female

DOB: September 14, 1998

Occupation: Student

Race: Fae- Nymph

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height and Build: 5'0'' and slender

Other Appearance: A generally childish appearance, despite her slightly older age. But typically she is mistaken for being about twelve years old by unknowing humans. A child of nature, looking at her is like looking at a wild animal. Something different and primal lurks about her, despite her wide eyed innocence. Her appearance is usually ill kept, with tangled hair, and scratches in her clothing.

History/bio: When Brianna was born, the entire community sat on edge, in silent vigil, awaiting the child. Not that Brianna was a particularly special child to the community. All children are special, after all, and they come into the world often enough that no one feels the need to be especially excited by it. But when all the women are holed up for a day and a night and the baby isn’t born yet, everyone feels fear for the mother and baby. Her mother fought to bring her into this world, and Lilia was very strong. Or at least that is what Brianna’s father told her as a child. Before her mother died, she had named her, a mother’s right. Brianna was not a common name among the nymphs, but it was an old name. A strong name. Her mother had imparted her strength to her, or at least that’s what she liked to think.

She knew that nymphs were not considered strong of spirit. Maybe it was the gift of life her mother’s death gave her, maybe her name had the impact on her spirit her mother wanted; it didn’t matter. Brianna had a strong heart. A rather vapid mind, it’s true, but her heart was strong. A nymph is attuned to their home. A nymph will never leave the place they are born. At least, not usually by choice. But sometimes life doesn’t offer you choices.

Her life there was wonderful. After time, memories fade, but more than anything, she remembered her home being the lake. There wasn’t a minute of any of her days she didn’t spend wading in the water, jumping after frogs, learning to talk to fish. She had friends, she had her family, she had her home. For years, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The life of nymphs, you see, is not typically a life of great excitement or adventure. At least, not the kind that would appeal to others. Every day was an adventure to Brianna and her friends, even the days they just floated in the water for hours, staring at the sun. Their days were about pleasure. Coaxing lily pads to grow, talking with the fish, when they had anything interesting to say. Life was simple, but it was beautiful. 

Unfortunately, men have a habit of destroying things that don’t belong to them. It was probably some contractor, filling in the lake to make room for condos. The forest around the lake was flattened as well. Her father, the last of her family, died from the shock of it. He was older, more frail. Many others didn’t last long either. The lake had been their home for too long for them to survive the loss. A few fled from their home, hopefully finding new places to attune to.  But in the panic and death, no one thought of the child that wasn’t theirs to look after. 
Nymphs are not always capable of successfully transplanting to a new environment. But children have more flexible minds and souls and sometimes the miraculous happens. Alone, crying, unseen by the humans busily destroying everything in sight, Brianna waited to die with her home. And she probably would have died, but someone came. They told her later, at the school where they knew about such things, that it was a fairy. She was probably only passing by, but she heard a child crying. So she took the child to the only place where such a creature might stand a chance at recovery: Gringore Academy. 

They had experience with such things there, or at least as much experience as anyone can have with such an unlikely situation. But they at least knew nymphs, even if ten years old was terribly young to be an actual student. That was alright though, because they had a hard enough time getting her to attend the lessons they felt she needed. But they healed her and they helped her. The forest became her home, her new home. She learned its secrets, became one with its very nature. And as you know, a nymph never leaves her home. 

After her recovery, she had mostly left the Academy, preferring to spend her time in the woods. After all, a nymph spends her entire life still learning new things about her home every day. They had told her there would always be a place for her, but she was simply not suited for  regular life. Paying attention for long periods of time was not exactly one of her strongest skills. So for many years, the school and its occupants neither saw nor heard from her as she kept to herself in the forest. 

What drew her out of her hiding, after so many years, was the loneliness. Nymphs are meant to live in groups, in families. As long lived as they are, and as emotionally simplistic, it took Brianna many years to isolate the feeling. But even once she recognized the longing for others like her, she knew there were no others. At least, not within reach. But the Academy had always been a figure in her landscape, just outside of reach. And even though there might not be nymphs there yet, there might be friends. 

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