Family:
          Mother: Reana (Deceased)
          Father: Zirak (Deceased)
          Brother: FleetingShadow (1/2), Daktir (1/2), and Teronin (1/2)
          Sister: Dhassa (A)
          Lifemate: Felik (He left), Siran (He left/Deceased), Gahan (he left), Tyar (he left), Jorm (he left), and Trev (He better NOT leave)
          Recognized: Has not done so yet
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:

A small delicate elf, well muscled and standing almost 3'4", large blue-green eyes peer out from under a mass of deep golden curls that tumble down to her waist, the fall stops just above the rounding of her bottom. The softly tanned cheeks glow with a soft pink flush and a dusting of freckles spots her small nose. Her mouth is a soft cupid's bow and her heart shaped face is kept free of hair by a dark green headband that pushes back her hair allowing a few bangs to escape. Her form is clad in a vest of dark forever green that is cut tight to her body and ending just below her breasts. A loincloth of dark brown leather hugs her hips the slits starting at her upper thighs and splitting the leather on the sides. The loincloth hangs just past midthigh. Soft boots rise to mid calf, the brown leather well worn and a belt hung low across her rounded hips to hold her knives, each one tied around a thigh at the bottom. The soft scent of jungle flowers seems to cling to her body as if she was a bloom herself despite the season or the weather.

    Background:

Born to Zirak and Reana of the catelfs she is the only kit of their rcognition and lifemating, though both have moved on to new mates. Her father rcognized so many turns before her mother that he could not have been much into adulthood. His recognized dying at the birth of the kit, FleetingShadow, Bria's half brother more than 5 times her age.

It has seemed her whole life was spent up a tree, or at least trying to get up one, she moves as well or better through the branches than her silent feet can carry her over the jungle floor. She has become a skilled hunter and she tracks as well as having learned most if not all of the plants of her jungle home. Although most find herbal healings slow, she is of a mind that if you have to live with it you learn not to do it again and so would much prefer the slow natural healing to the magic of a healer.

Her passionate and protective nature sometimes wars within her and unless danger threatens her wariness wins out. She has never lovemated, having never found one who matched the fires within her. Her sometimes mischievious ways have more than once caused frowns to be shot her way but a wink or a grin is all they are usually met with. Although she does have a very serious and sensitive side she sometimes choses not to show it for fear she will be hurt as she was by one she knew, cared about and wished to share a lifemating with who left her because she was 'too old' for him in her all of 70+ turns at that time, though looking back he was not yet 30 turns. Now she loves hesitantly having learned before to grow attached to none, slipping far from all at the first hint of love.

In all the many turns of her life her half brother has been but a ghost, flitting in and out of tribal life at whim. His life away from the jungles Bria loves to call her home. Her younger brother showed up in her life some 15 turns ago still young. She has watched out for him ever since. Since that time she has discovered her mother had another son, older than her bye a couple hands of turns, Daktir.

One day she found herself at the falls and face to face with a vitual stranger. A tribemate she had not seen since he was a kit. She bonded with the scarred elf almost immediately, something drawing her to him. He soon moved into her niche rather than stay in his cave behind the falls. In time he asked her to move on with him to a festival, having never left the jungles before she was quite nervous. With a promise from Tyar that he would never leave her she set off with him to the plains, with a first stop in the sun village.

Having reached the plains Bria didn't attend the festival, too uncertain of the strangers. Soon however Tyar was in the arms of someone else and much happier than she had ever seen him. He no longer shared her furs and she moved from his tent to sleep on the open ground. As time wore on she wondered if Tyar even remember her presence so wrapped up in the other elf. Soon she left knowing he had forgotten her completely in his joy as the birth of his kit neared. One day she slipped away from the river she had been sleeping near and succeeding in losing herself in the strange lands.

Finding another elf quite by accident headed for the Sunvillage she traveled back toward her home. Once in the jungles again she was quite shocked to meet Talmai, Tyar's (her tyar? could it be) lifemate. She was shocked, hurt, wanting nothing more than to understand how he could promise never to leave her when he had a lifemate, and could then break his promise and lifeamte another. Beginning to believe everything she was hearing she withdrew from others. If Tyar could fool her in sends then how could she ever trust her judgement again.

Less than a hand of turns later she once more finds herself alone after trusting her heart. Akira, who she had loved from the age of 4 turns had said he loved her as well. But soon he was off with others again, leaving her alone and upset. She can trust herself no more, all hope for love and a lifemating gone from her heart as she settles into her life alone. She accepts that she will always be alone and no longer encourages those very few who speak of her in a soft loving manner. She strove to learn more of hunting, a thing she never held much desire to know. She had naught else and so threw herself into the learning. But the death of her father at the nearly unstoppable force of a rogue finback changed her world and her thinking forever.

Almost a full turn after her father's death Bria found herself unable to face any choice but to go to the palace and speak to his soul. There were just too many things she had to say and had to know to ever continue her life successfully. To her shock, though she hid it well, a wolfrider visitor to the jungles insisted on accompanying her on this trek. Which was probably as well for she didn't know the toll it would take on her body just speaking with her father. It was one of the most exhausting and stressful situations she had ever faced and she was weak and ill for many days afterward.

However the wolfrider, then called Root, cared for her. In her delusions she oft called him Marina, who, unbeknownst to both, is his grandmother. This confused him and frustrated her but soon she was better and they had to hurry south to beat the coming of the cold season, for which Bria was not prepared. The journey however brought about many other things as well, for both had suffered many of the same things as children and this drew them together. Bria having taken the view that, as long as she lived no kit would suffer as she had, and Root having decided never to have kits. Soon they were consoling each other, sharing deeping of their feelings and becoming almost inseperable though they had not mated.

The return to the jungle changed this as well, for soon they were lovemated and soon after that lifemated for they found it nearly impossible to not be so deeply joined. They hope to find a kit to raise as their own as they are uncertain the High Ones would grant them a recognition no matter how they both secretly long for it. The turns pass, time always does, and Root has come to fit well into the tribe that has adopted him, he has even taken their ways and so a new name, now called Trev by his tribemates. The love shared by Bria and Trev continues to grow, neither unable to even consider sharing the love of any but the other.

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