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Author Topic: Briseis d'Griseo  (Read 597 times)

Description: Witch. Broken White to Broken Tiger Eye. Played by Reid.

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Briseis d'Griseo
« on: Nov 02, 19, 02:08:09 AM »
The Basics

Character Name: Briseis d’Griseo
Nicknames: Bri
Age and Birth Year: 254 (59BP)
Race:  Long-lived
Caste:  witch
Birth Territory: Hayll
Home Territory: Hayll

Birthright Jewel: Broken White
Offering Jewel: Broken Tiger Eye

Role: Courtesan
Faction: Province Court of Leiria

Appearance

Play By: Maggie Duran
Distinguishing Features: Her slave collar is unusually slim, and can be easily camouflaged by other jewelry or concealed beneath a high-necked top. There are small loops at which she can attach chains or charms to make it even more decorative. In addition, she has a tattoo between her shoulder blades of an elegant, water-themed design incorporating two (elegant) fish that indicates that she was trained into her role by Pisces Adelphos.

Personality



Personality: Briseis is astonishingly self-actualized for a slave who sells her regard. She is a bright, open-minded young woman with a love for antique poetry, structure, and scheduling. She enjoys being around people in the main, and makes friends easily; she has a warm sort of je ne sais quoi that draws people to her. Among clients, she's sultry and sensual, nearly Black Widow-like in her apparent love for luxuries and physical contact. She is always well-dressed. She seems to have a sixth sense for how to avert interpersonal disaster. She can keep up in conversations in topics as varied as high literature, theater, the politics of the day, artistic movements (current and past) and the current fashions. Despite her low birth and bloodlines, she's perfectly mannered and a fit escort for any member of the Hundred Families.

She's also an exquisite fuck.

She isn't someone with much social freedom to make friends of her own, but her favorite clients and servants within the Court of Leiria serve a similar function for her. Briseis is something of a stereotypical Mom friend, if hardened by what happened during the end of the Occupation. She attempts to settle arguments with kindness and care before they become rifts that can't be bridged. She won't take over your life in an attempt to fix it (having too much respect for the autonomy of others, as she lacks much autonomy herself) but she will do whatever she can to make sure those she cares for have what they need. She likes to plan parties, for friends or occasions, and to arrange gifts. She maintains a little black book of her clients and their preferences, and keeps her possessions organized by who gave them to her and the outfit with which they should be paired.

When interacting with others as Briseis-the-woman and not Briseis-the-courtesan, her watchwords are trust but verify. She's always willing to hear people out and consider their points of view, but in the end she wants to be allowed to make whatever choices she's allowed by her own lights. (There are so few of them that she can make herself.)

Briseis is used to hardship of a certain sort. Trained into her arts in the house of Pisces Adelphos, she is used to pushing past human limits and endurance in order to avoid painful punishment. She is, therefore, disinclined to complaint, and perhaps overly inclined to pushing past her own limits in the service of her master (or client's) commands. While she has her preferences for activities, she does not always have the ability to select what she does. Briseis has necessarily developed the capacity for manipulation in order to protect herself from duties she finds too onerous to regularly undergo.

While she is overall satisfied with her life, she would accept freedom over slavery in a heartbeat. Yet her skills are so rarified and so far removed from the skills a woman of her bloodline needs to survive that she also fears what it would be to be cut loose from the control of another. She both craves and fears freedom, even in the golden cage in which she lives.

Likes:
  • Culture - Briseis is an omnivore when it comes to consumption of Hayll's cultural product. She loves to read old poems, go to plays, and visit galleries. When she goes on her yearly sabbatical, she always makes time to see the cultural highlights of whatever Territory she's visiting: weavers in Dena Nehele, libraries in Dhemlan, and marinas in Chaillot. (Askavi has no culture, so of course she never goes there.)
  • Owning things - Her first owner didn't permit her to acquire her own possessions. All the books, clothes, art, and jewelry that were given to her were his property, for him to do with what he would. She never selected her own clothing or decorated her own rooms. And while in fact her property is Daedalus's property in truth, he permits her the illusion that her things are her things. She decorates her space as she likes, chooses her own outfits, and carefully curates the books on her selves and the art on her walls.
  • Routine and Scheduling - Her life can be upended at a moment's notice on the whim of her owner. Briseis greatly prefers the days where she can drift along on a routine, following a schedule. It means everything's going well.
Dislikes:
  • Eyriens - Eyriens are degenerate beasts pretending to be men. She's not entirely sure why anyone buys that they're different from the "jhinka" they claim to be protecting the Realm from.
  • Enslavement - If Briseis spent a lot of time thinking about how she lives in a gilded cage, she would go mad. Most of the time, she gets by thinking about Daedalus as an employer and a dear friend, but she knows that if he ever desired to force the issue, he could make her do whatever he wanted with the collar around her throat. Their friendship is an illusion built upon an unspoken agreement to pretend there isn't a choke collar around her throat.
  • Being used only for sex - Briseis is a great fuck, it's true. She can play just about any role in the bedroom that a client likes. But she greatly prefers clients who talk to her before fucking her, and even above that, she prefers clients who only talk to her. She's more than a spoiled pillow slave, after all. She's a highly educated and incredibly cultured witch. Clients who only want her for her body grate on her nerves, because she knows she's so much more than that.

    Fears:
  • Freedom - Briseis is pureblooded and highly educated, but that's all she has going for her as a free woman. She has no idea how to run a business; all of her needs are provided for her; her bloodline was common even before it was enslaved. While she longs to be free and to control her own pricing and who she sleeps with, she also knows that she doesn't have the skills to function outside of the gilded confines of her cage, and that Daedalus would likely act to prevent her from acquiring those skills.
  • Being sold again - When she's owned by someone, they treat her with dignity befitting her training and her skills. Even private sales are conducted in just that: private. But going up on the auction block was intensely humiliating, and not in the way that she sometimes finds titillating. She is a courtesan, not a sex slave; she isn't supposed to be exhibited nude and put through her paces for a crowd. Briseis would rather die than be put up on the block again. The very thought makes her break out in a cold sweat.
  • Deprivation - Briseis doesn't care about physical punishment. She's been put through so many different unpleasant sex acts and has deal with punishing physical conditioning for so long that physical punishment no longer registers for her. What she fears is the loss of things--taking away her books, her clothes, the little bits of self-determination she has. A day without poetry, music, or company--or some form of entertainment to pass the time--is torture for her.

    Craft Strengths:
  • Heating/Cooling - Briseis can create small, localized areas of heat or cold that help her ease sore muscles or reduce swelling on injuries.
  • Psychic Sensing - Briseis is adept at reading the surface-level emotional state of one person in her area at a time. The closer, the better: Briseis cannot do this at range.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Vanishing & Conjuring - Briseis's psychic cabinet is too small to fit anything larger than a very thin book, and even then she feels strained.
  • Emotional Projection - Briseis's emotions are all real, all the time. She lost her facility with Projection along with her Jewels.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Ista of Adelphos, Blood female, deceased (Purge)
Father: Istum of Adelphos, Blood male, deceased (Purge)
Siblings: None

History:
Briseis's family has been slaves so long that the story of how they came to be that way has been lost to time. Her family had belonged to the Adelphos family for twenty generations by the time she was born, and her birth was the product of an assignation ordered by the master of the house. She was raised in the slave creche until her Birthright. In addition to yielding her White, the occasion was also the first time she was presented to her owner. Pisces Adelphos liked what he saw, and she was brought from the creche into the master's house.

Though many people would've expected it of him, Pisces took no pleasure in the bodies of the very young. He simply selected the most beautiful of the slaves he bred for training as actresses, dancers, singers, and courtesans. Others might produce work rendering them worthy of his attentions, but for the small handful of slave children who lived in the southmost wing of Pisces' residence in Serenissima, their value was in their symmetrical faces, their clear eyes, and their pleasing proportions. Their first concern was always their appearance; their second concern their lessons; their third, and every other, was maintaining their bodies.

Briseis resented the punishing lessons at first. She despised the pace she was set, the labor that was required as she aged. She daydreamed about manifesting the Black Widow caste, which the master was known to despise above all others, so that she would be sold off to the Coven or some business with a need for such skills. But she also loved the lessons in the Hayllian classics, old poems of heroes and Warlord Princes and Queens. Even as she was forced into punishing dance training, hours of voice lessons, and marathon makeovers, her soul sang whenever she remembered the old tales of the expansive mind of Tiresias or the rage of the young, beautiful Akilhes.

At sixteen, the master came around again. She had seen him many times--every slave in the courtesan's creche had seen him many times by then--but this time was different. In a potentiate's sixteenth year, the master judged what their fate would be. Some would have their training finished and become dancers, actresses, painters, poets, or performers; some would end their training there, their beauty too pedestrian for the master's purpose, but enough to be sold off as a pillow slave or companion. Less fortunate slaves would find themselves returned to the standard ranks of the slaves, and even less fortunate slaves would attract the master's personal attention for whatever dark desires struck him that day. The most fortunate, or least fortunate depending on who you asked, would be further trained as hetaira, like Rhodone of old.

Briseis knew, of course, that the slave courtesans were simply whores with pretensions. That's what the maids said, and what the older potentiates said, and why should they lie? Yet it was said that Rhodone, the greatest courtesan of them all, had not been a particularly lovely woman. That she had been half-shortlived, and pale as skimmed milk. That her eyes had been unremarkable short-lived brown, rather than rich gold, and her hair curled inward. And, most importantly for Briseis, courtesans--Pisces Adelphos' courtesans--were educated. There was no knowledge barred from them, no song or dance or play, because their job was not just smut but satiation of all appetites, including an appetite for intelligence.

She knew she was beautiful. That would get her in the door. But she had to show that she understood everything the instructors had shown her, and that would be the hard part. Pisces spent an hour with her, asking more complicated questions, complex philosophical ideas, and ended with a frown. He left her the only one of the potentiates that year without a declaimed fate.

Well, they had to do something with her. They put her into lessons with the young men and women selected for pillow service, and she learned the whore's trade: how to use her body to pleasure men and women, as much as she could without her Virgin Night. By the time Pisces decided that he would see Briseis trained as a courtesan, she thought she would rather die than actually serve as a true pillow slave.

But oh, the training to be a courtesan thrilled her. It was everything she dreamed, but the heights of knowledge she reached were underscored by lessons in less exciting things. Makeup, fashion, manners: if she'd thought her lessons in deportment were interminable before, they were worse now. The sexual training continued, intensified, because if men and women were to pay hundreds of gold marks for three hours with her, it would have to be worth their while. Endless fittings, appointments with the friends of the master, a horrible dreary cycle of boredom punctuated with occasional star-bright bursts of joy.

Her Virgin Night and Offering were done on two consecutive nights in her twentieth year, and the master gave her a week to recover and adjust to her new strength. On the ninth night, he hired her out to a member of Queen Tatiano's Court.

The night was horrible, as were many of the nights that followed, but as with her training--which still continued, a courtesan taking much more work to produce than a whore--it was punctuated by points of light. For every horrible Hayllian collaborator she sucked and fucked, there was another client who wanted to pick her brain on the matter of the revenge cycles in the Belleriad. And on the level, most of her clients were unremarkable rather than cruel, and the truly terrible clients were often banned from patronizing her again.

She only ever served two Eyriens, and both times left her unable to work for a month. The Purge intervened before she had to service a third.

Briseis awoke from unconsciousness after the Purge fully Broken. Her master was fine, but the Eyriens around them were not. She was spared the gruesome spectacle he created, but in the aftermath of the Purge his interest in his Eyrien-tainted and Broken merchandise had gone. He put her on the block and forgot about her.

The price he demanded was obscene, and were she less well trained she would never have fetched it. Though she was Broken, her beauty was unmarred--at least, where one could see during a routine inspection--and her master’s name had a reputation for incredible courtesans. Her young age meant she could serve for many, many years, and her beauty would not fade for millennia. The bidding was fierce, but in the end, the hammer dropped for the Warlord Prince of Leiria.

Daedalus Pecaro was a kinder master than Pisces Adelphos. His standards were just as high, but he was more considerate, less demanding. Though he set her prices, selected her clients, and took the lion’s share of her profits, she now made profits, where before she was permitted a pittance to save. She chose her own outfits, studied books and plays and art that she selected, and each spring she was permitted to take a trip of her own to where-ever she liked in the Realm. Such freedom was not unknown to most courtesans--though there were few among their number now--but it was to her, and she loved Daedalus for it. Even when he traded her for sureties for the Province, he made sure she understood why, and she was always happy to oblige.

The upheaval at the level of the Territory Court has barely touched her, and even the concerns of the Opus Populi have only brought a raised eyebrow for her. After a hundred and fifty years of service, Briseis has become a staple of the Court of Leiria, managing her own miniature fiefdom. And though she dreams of leaving, of going to the Universities of Dhemlan and gaining all the knowledge she can, she also knows that the treasures she has now would have never been available to a poor commoner, no matter how lovely her face.



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Her delicate collar had been stripped and replaced by a crude, heavy golden ring. That pretty, fanciful thing was a possession of the House of Adelphos. While Briseis was many things, she did not belong to Pisces Adelphos any longer.

They had shown her the auction-hall, though hall implied that there were seats for more than seventy-five attendees, and there were not. Briseis knew the stage where she would disrobe, the slow spin she would make to show the men who wanted to bid upon her all of her physical assets: the high breasts, her slim waist, wide hips. Her poise, her posture, and the maker's mark between her shoulder blades would all affect the price she took in the auction. The poets she knew, the histories, the little black book of secrets inside her head were all non-essential; they didn't matter in comparison to what pleasures her body could bring. She'd been trained for more, but Hayll didn't remember how to appreciate that more after years of Eyriens and Aleyia Tatiano.

Showing her the auction-hall did not prepare her for its reality. The handler led her--at least they had spared her the indignity of a leash, as they had not a bodyguard before her--to the thrust of the stage. Empty, the hall had been cool and still. Now, it was hot with the crush of bodies, the air scented too heavily with cologne. Every set of eyes--male or female, young or old, moneyed or not--was fixed on Briseis in her thin robe. "Lot 11," cried the auctioneer. A thin sheen of sweat shimmered in the witchlight. "A pillow slave from the House of Adelphos, trained beneath the auspices of the Warlord Prince Pisces."

That was her cue. She slid the thin silk off her shoulders and turned, gracefully, on her toes. Another had advised that she make eye contact with the buyers in the crowd, smile and laugh and titter, but for once her perfect control failed her. She stared blankly over their heads, chin lifted. Hetaira, she thought, I am a hetaira, a companion, not a pillow slave. As the auctioneer read off her bonafides, she focused on that. The things she'd gotten to learn, the sights she would see someday in her long life. If she focused on what was happening to her, she would break down, and the only people who bought hysterical slaves were sadists.

The slam of the gavel jolted her back to herself. Someone was holding her robe out to her. "Sold! To Daedalus Pecaro of Leiria! Prince, we will take payment once the auction concludes. Rest assured, your property will be taken care of in the meantime." Property. All those things she knew and in the end, she was just property.

It was often bitter to know that. Today was more bitter than most.

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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #1 on: Nov 02, 19, 02:08:40 AM »
Please random roll Briseis!!

Y-R no Y-Ring :/






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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #2 on: Nov 02, 19, 09:10:14 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Yellow Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Rose Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #3 on: Nov 02, 19, 02:19:07 PM »
Well then!

I'm gonna reduce this to White to Tiger Eye, and then I'm gonna break her entirely. :3 Thanks!






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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #4 on: Nov 05, 19, 08:06:24 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

Though you rose from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut White Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Tiger Eye Jewel at your Offering, you have suffered the Breaking of both.



May the Darkness be Merciful.
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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #5 on: Nov 13, 19, 01:36:03 PM »
Once Sol signs off on her, Briseis is ready for review.






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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #6 on: Nov 13, 19, 02:06:07 PM »
Good with mentions of Daedalus, as her new owner, and other Hayll information.





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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #7 on: Nov 15, 19, 11:18:08 AM »
Ready for review! :3






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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #8 on: Nov 15, 19, 11:39:40 AM »
Briseis has been added to the queue.
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Re: Briseis d'Griseo
« Reply #9 on: Nov 16, 19, 08:50:36 AM »

 

 

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