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 | | Subject: BRIANA CIARA DAEGAN &~*! Sun Jan 15, 2012 6:15 pm | |
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ch. name ; Briana Ciara Daegan
species ; Human
gender ; Female
age ; Twenty.
Class ; Garbhan
occupation ; Servant
location ; She is located in the castle, where she serves the royal family and lives in the servants’ quarters.
other family ; No one that she talks to.
general appearance ; Long, straight black hair frames her pale, fragile, porcelain skin. She’s very pretty,
with full pale pink lips and blue-gray eyes. She’s small and, despite her status as a servant, she carries herself
with a sense of pride in herself. She’s not ashamed of who she is.
general personality ; Briana Daegan is quiet, sensitive, and independent. She knows how to work and
will work for anyone who needs a servant. She was taught in the ways of working from an early age and has
accepted her lot, even as she looks upon those of a higher rank, living among pride and joy and wonders,
why can’t I have that? She rarely shares what’s on her mind unless it’s with someone she is very close to
and then it’s discovered that she spends most of her time thinking. She is a little sensitive due to how she was
raised and cannot tolerate many things that many wouldn’t understand.
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| | Subject: BRIANA'S INTRO Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:13 pm | |
| | Briana Daegan was a little girl again— only eleven years old. Her thin black hair was only about shoulder length and tucked behind her ears as she stood over the oven, preparing the meal her father had requested. Her stomach was beginning to cave in— it had been a while since she had last had a meal and she was just so starving. Every time she cooked, her mouth would water and she would have to force herself not to dig in to the food that was meant to be her father’s. While her mother had loved to cook and had seemed so domestic, now she wondered how she could ever stand it.
She had learned that, despite how much she’d loved helping her mother in the kitchen, she hated the idea of cooking for other people. She hated the idea of serving other people, of being forced to do anything for anyone other than herself. Her anger often consumed her— when her fear or despair didn’t take control first. “Briana!” The voice, filled with fury, carried through the halls of the house into the kitchen. “I’m starving!” No, you’re not, she thought. I am. I am starving— you I am feeding all the time. “Where’s my food?”
He whipped around the corner into the kitchen. Holding onto every little ounce of strength she had in her body, her voice remained clear and steady. “I’m cooking it— it will be ready soon.” She wondered if she was at all able to hide the resentment on her face.
His voice was cold and low. “When I want food, I want it ready fast.”
She still had some spirit left in her at eleven. “Oh? Would you like it now, then? It wouldn’t appeal to me, but if you like your food cold and uncooked, then fine. Have at it.” So perhaps it came out a little nasty and meaner than she’d wanted it to— he didn’t have to overreact. Unfortunately, the second the words left her mouth, she knew that was exactly what he’d do. Briana refused to regret her nasty, spiteful remark, even though she figured the consequences would be brutal.
And she was right— wasn’t she such a smart cookie? Before she could blink, he was across the room with blood in his eyes. He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked so hard and it hurt so badly. He beat her until she was black and blue and screaming with excruciating pain. At that, he left, barking, “I expect my dinner in my chambers— and make it quick!” For a few moments, she sobbed into her knees.
“Mom,” she cried. “Why did you have to die?” It was as if he’d kicked and punched all of the spirit and bravery right out of her. Of course, she knew he was expecting his dinner soon and would get testy very soon. So she sniffled, blinked away her tears, and stood up to resume cooking.
***
Briana blinked her eyes, quickly shaking off the aftereffects of her slumber. If she could only quit seeing memories of her life when she was younger in her dreams, then her life would be relatively perfect. She assumed it would be dawn soon and sighed, quickly dressing in her uniform. She slid the plain dress on and slipped into the apron, tying the strings around her waist. After running a brush through her soft, straight, thin black hair, she slapped the bonnet onto her head and glanced out the window, wincing. It was dawn— when life at the castle was to start.
Life in the castle was busy for any servant, of course. That was the natural order of things— the royal family of vampires was to be pampered as they went about their business ruling over the country while the busy human servants were to bend over backwards to serve them. Briana had caught a lucky break when she had been assigned to be the princess’s servant. Not only was Adairia the kindest of the entire royal family, but she was also the one who had ended up becoming her one and only friend— her best friend. When she was younger, even the idea of having a best friend was laughable, although she’d always wanted one.
It was even better than she could’ve imagined— and she’d certainly never dreamed of it being the princess. However, this was her reality now. The human daughter of a rather wealthy werewolf had gone on to lead the busy life of a servant in the castle, a friend to the princess— and she couldn’t be happier.
Knowing Adairia’s schedule by heart, she figured that she would be on her way to the Great Hall by now for her meal. So she hurried out of her quarters, navigating the halls of the castle with a certain ease that had taken her some time to acquire. She appeared in the Great Hall moments after the princess did and scanned the crowd for her distinctive features.
When she spotted the long, thick, untrimmed golden-brown hair, rosy cheeks, and soft green eyes that belonged to the princess, Briana seemed to glide over to her friend. Someone that Briana didn’t recognize was escorting Adairia into the Great Hall.
Someone new? She could remember when she was new here. Still wary, frightened, and sensitive due to the lifestyle she had just escaped, she was intimidated by Adairia. She was gorgeous and her first thought was that the princess would be snobby and cruel.
Rather, she soon discovered that she was kind and wonderful and they were swept up into a secret friendship of theirs that still warmed her heart.
“Your Royal Higness,” she spoke up in her soft, feminine, and rather quiet voice— despite how she tried to be a little louder, she was cursed with a very quiet tone of voice. When they were alone, they were much more casual and friendly. However, primarily due to the fact that the king and queen would hate if their daughter were to fraternize with a servant, let alone become super close to, their friendship had to be kept a secret and such formality was required of the servants. “How may I serve you? Anything you would like me to fetch for you?”
 TAGGED; Meg. WORD COUNT; 01049. LYRICS; world so cold - three days grace. NOTES; I feel so bad for Briana in the beginning. :c TEMPLATE; by meg, for alex.
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