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Scelt / Brennan Devlin
« on: Feb 20, 17, 08:28:26 AM »
The Basics


Character Name:  Brennan Devlin
Nicknames: None
Age: 32 (162 AP)
Race:   Short Lived, (½ Glacian, ½ Sceltic)
Caste: Prince
Birth Territory:  Scelt
Home Territory:  Scelt

Birthright Jewel: uncut Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel:  uncut Opal

Appearance


Play By:  Chris Evans
Distinguishing Features:  Brennan keeps his hair cropped short.  His eyes are mostly gray, and often give the appearance of being shut away from the world.  His clothing is always well put together, and he is a flawless member of the aristo on most occasions.  Has a slight scar across the right side of his chest from a more serious fight between he and Brogan.

Personality


Personality:
Brennan has developed a hard shell in order to deal with his childhood.  He knew they were supposed to be a well-known respected family, and that only solidified the harsh exterior he presented.  He allows himself the luxury of enjoyment, but there is always an undercurrent of darkness, something intangible but present nonetheless.  When interacting with others, he is always looking for a hint of disapproval, or the underlying motive that will surely ruin him.

Some would call it paranoia, but Brennan truly believes that no one approves of him.  He finds it hard to believe in acceptance when he never created the bond with his mother that he so desperately craved and needed as a young child.  Even when he was accepted by her, she could only spew forth venomous lies and her violently sour mood swings soon affected his light disposition.

As he grew, his brother disapproved of his less than serious attitude towards his studies and practice.  Though he had used it as a safety from trying his hardest and failing his family - he soon discovered that as the son of an aristo family, it was expected that he remain at ease and serious.  Completely shutting out the light-hearted nature of his personality, he became very closed and reserved.

Relationships are nearly impossible to form with Brennan.  Though he still feels a desperate need to connect with his family and seek reconciliation, he lacks the courage to face their judgment on his weakness.  He does not want to reveal to those who seem to reject him the real reason they should.  Next to the rest of his family, it seems he has nothing more to add - nor does he have a place among them.  As such, he's not quick to make friends.  He's always thinking people are judgmental behind his back, and never completely honest with him.

He's extremely quick to make enemies.  Even in the most innocent of comments, he can twist the situation to be an insult.  While Brogan seemed to inherit all the strength of a Warlord Prince, Brennan seemed to inherit all the temper.  Though he could not boast the caste, the Prince has a raging fire in him that is quick to spill, fueled by the festering animosity with his brother and and poison of his mother's lies.

Likes:
Success:  Brennan loves it when a plan comes together, with or without a hitch. Every success emboldens him and puts him one step closer to closing out the rivalry between himself and Brogan in his favor.

Control: Brennan ruthlessly disciplines himself to keep his emotions in check, his mind on the current objective, and the upper hand in every relationship he has, be it through intimidation, lying, pretending to bow to authority. He respects this same discipline in others, even if they’re an enemy. A man who can’t control himself can’t affect his world and just ends up playing the part that others give him.

Women: Scents. Curves. Sighs. Screams. Brennan loves everything about women, considering them the holiest creatures in all the world. For all the grief that they can dish out, Brennan loves being near them, talking to them, and, mostly importantly, being inside them. Being with a woman is the closest he gets to bonding with Mother Night outside of Communion.

Dislikes:

Brogan: Brogan has it easy. He received the darkest jewels in their family and everyone fawns over him for it. Brogan receives without question the acceptance that Brennan struggles for. They hold him up as some kind of hero, but he’s not. Brennan sees right through his brother’s “heroism” to the man beneath. And that man is a self-centered, amoral, power-hungry bastard who’s gone out of his way to run Brennan’s life at every turn. There’s no hope of reconciliation between them and the world isn’t big enough for the two of them.

Disorder: Brennan hates messes and unclean conditions. It rankles him when papers and books are casually tossed about or not organized alphabetically. Rows must be even, columns must be straight. Anything less is a dagger in Brennan’s mind and he finds an excuse to address it as soon as he’s able.

Being the Outsider: Brennan hates being the “black sheep” of the Devlin clan. He married a Sheane. So what? He went against Loreniel Killian. Big deal. There was a time when people tread lightly around the Devlin clan for fear of pissing them off. Scelts are made of bravery and disobedience, yet somehow he is in the wrong for living up to that family trait. Strange days, indeed.

Fears:

Brogan: His brother is much stronger than he, and their animosity has gone past reconciliation.  He knows Brogan would not think twice about taking him out of the picture.

Desperation: There are times when the intensity of his own emotions runs hot and frightens him.  He often wonders how far this path will take him, but he is unsure how to change his course.

Returning to Court: He knows the dangers lurking in the court, and he is fearful of what will happen next.  He has not formed any lasting relationships, and he wonders how long it will be before everything falls apart.  He doesn't know what to expect in the situation, and he has a great fear of the unknown.

Craft Strengths:

Offensive Craft: Brennan always tried to keep up with his brother.  He always felt the need to be as good as Brogan or as strong.  As such, he took quite a bit of interest in the offensive craft, though his skills never quite matched Brogan's.

Healing Craft: Since the scar that marks his body, he has paid particular attention to healing methods so that his weaknesses would never permanently mark him, nor would his pride suffer in visiting the healing ward too often.

Craft Weaknesses:

Defensive Craft: This eludes him, as his temper is usually too heated to think through a good defense strategy.  His minor defense is enough to keep him alive, however it is a major weakness for Brennan.

Communication: He's never really had someone to talk to, especially secretly.  He therefore has very little skills with this thread of craft nor does he have any true way to practice.

Life Story

Family:MotherVeira Jork, Rose to Opal witch (47)
Father:  Liam Devlin, Summer Sky to Green Warlord Prince (58)
Siblings:
Aidan Devlin, Summer Sky to Green Warlord Prince (36) Deceased
Kean Devlin, Opal to Red Prince (36)
Finley Devlin, Yellow to Summer Sky Warlord (36)
Cillian Devlin, Rose to Purple Dusk Warlord (35)
Brighe Devlin, White to Tiger Eye Hearth witch (34)
Honora Devlin, Yellow to Rose Queen (35)
Brogan Devlin, Green to Gray Warlord Prince (34)
Ronan Devlin, Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Warlord (33)
Sorcha Devlin, Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk witch (33)
Aine Devlin, Blood witch (25)
Siobhan Devlin, Birthright Yellow witch

History:
Being born the son of one of the more influential men in Scelt gave certain benefits, as well as expectations.  Brennan was brought into the world as a part of a family that should have given him every advantage he could desire.  Unfortunately he was brought into the family at a tumultuous time.  His mother, Veira, knew that a child would not bind her husband to her, so the fact that she had a second son was of little importance.  Brennan was left to the care of his siblings and tutors.

At a young age he realized there was something missing and began to seek out the affection he was missing from his mother.  He forged a bond with the ideal of her, rather than the actual woman.  His constant need of affection from a woman who seemed incapable of considering him led to a deep-seeded need for approval in whatever he does.

Things became better, especially as they lived away from the territory court.  Brennan was growing quickly, and though his brother was always one step ahead, his mother seemed to take notice of her boys.  Her attention to him, while it was forced, seemed a soothing balm across the relationship he had longed to have with her.  Of course, his father was attentive, but there was a more definite bond forming between he and Brogan rather than he and Brennan.

Just as Veira was beginning to give the attention Brennan craved, she was sent from the territory without him.  The young boy had had not been present when the situation arose with Aiden - but was hiding when he heard the commotion.  Coming upon the scene late, he did not understand the situation, nor was he aware of the severity of the fight that was occurring.  Instead, he only understood that his father was furious at her and was sending away his only chance to be good enough for his mother.

He never saw her before she left.  He only heard whispers that ran rampant about the situation.  His information regarding the situation was entirely second-hand, and it would be many years before he would seek a confrontation about the ordeal.  Brogan seemed to take the situation much more easily than Brennan, and the Prince felt his brother was callously dismissing the relationship between the boys and their mother.  Also, the bond between Liam and Brogan was closer than what Brennan was privileged to have.  And so the poison of his mother began to spread through him.  He attempted to shove off the need for approval, rather than turning to his father and brother for it.  He never took anything too seriously, since he could always brush off the fact that he did not receive approval because he did not try his best.  This was his safety, and he lived in it for many years.

Brennan soon determined to never forgive his father for what had happened with his mother.  The relationship for many years between the two was cold and strained finally culminating in a confrontation between the two brothers.  For some time, the boys had been having heated arguments, often resulting in blows - but this went beyond the forced ties that they afforded each other.  After Brogan confronted Brennan about his recent behavior, the Prince spewed his venomous words of accusation at his brother in regards to both he and their father.  Naturally, the heated argument was quickly taken to a physical level.  As Brennan had recently filled out more, this fight was more evenly matched than those previously - but the darkness had blessed his brother not only in jewel strength but age.  He was still stronger and faster, with more training and skills at his command; just enough to tip the fight in his favor.

As his brother walked away, Brennan lay heaving on the ground with a nasty gash across his chest.  He knew he could have gone to a healer, but was in a sour mood not only from the fact that his brother had just beaten him, but also at the painful memory he had drawn to the surface.  Letting his mood fester, he brushed off the need for a healer, allowing the wound to close with only assistance from his own Purple Dusk.  The resulting scar serves as a callous reminder of the rift between the brothers.

From that moment on, he was the model of propriety to his father and siblings, though he resented that the children who were not even blood related seemed to have a closer relationship with his father and brother than he.  Once his attitude shifted, they shared a bond that was less strained, but Brennan never fully allowed himself to release the pride that had held him to his decision.  His relationship towards his adopted siblings was strained; even as more came in to the welcoming Devlin family, the Prince could not find it within himself to throw aside his resentment.  Even the Doyles seemed to find their place among his large family, and yet there was no room for him.  The ease with which they were all accepted was infuriating as he had grown up in the family and was struggling to keep the rocky relationship with his family intact.  Brogan and he were far past the point of reconciliation, so aside from the brief arguments they shared, Brennan stayed civilly cold to him.  When his brother made his formal submission to Loreniel's court, Brennan shared his own revelations: Loreniel Killan was not his Queen and he would not serve her.

The comment was made in a bout of his quick temper, but once it was out, he would not take it back.  Brennan was not about to take back the words said in anger, especially in the face of his older brother's mockery.  He would much prefer to live with the consequences than face his brother after admitting such a thing.  For a time he wondered if his statement had injured Loreniel, but decided that it surely did not.  Of course, the brutal honesty of it was that Loreniel could never be his queen.

Loreniel was just an extension of the family.  The Devlins, the Doyles, Loreniel.  There was no difference, and no matter how hard he may try, his effort would not be good enough to gain approval or acceptance in her court.  Bitterness only grew when Brogan was accepted into Loreniel's trusted first circle.  Of course, with the blessings the darkness bestowed on him, he had no doubt that his brother would prove useful to the queen - but she was not his Queen.  He would not fall in line and comply with what was expected of him.

Liam was the most saddened by this revelation.  That man had been watching his son for some time, attempting to breach the gap between them and heal their relationship.  Just as he thought he was getting close, Brennan would pull back again, and now he was left watching as Veira's spite bred in his son.  The estrangement between his sons caused him even more sadness.  The pair of them could have been a strong complimentary pair.  He wished there was something he could do to change the course of their lives, but he would have to entrust them to destiny, for his role in their lives had obviously not been enough.

Brennan's separation from his family has caused him to fall into unknown territory.  On his own, he finds himself more lost and unsure than ever before.  Trying to find his own path to life, he has become easy prey to those who know how to manipulate. His need for approval puts him at the mercy of others, and while not always a bad thing - could lead him into the dangerous, traitorous waters.

Show Us What You've Got

 
Writing Sample:
The day had been long - though it was not even time for the evening meal.  Not that the young Prince was planning to attend any family gathering for a meal.  A quaint tradition, really.  One of which Brennan wanted no part.  He had long since been the outcast of his family and so any escape from them was welcome.  Even one such as this.  Though it was not time for the sun to be settled beyond the horizon, the shadows lengthened and danced in the faint light that was left on this day.  Dark clouds gathered overhead, threatening rain with a rumbling deep within them.  The lonesome prince seemed to be the only one wandering through these parts of the lands.  Scelt was beautiful country, and even in the overcast with the dark shadows stretching beneath due to the dark, pregnant clouds above.

Sliding from the back of the horse, he carried the reigns over to a tree before dropping them to the ground.  The creature had been trained not to wander once the reigns were dropped, so he was not worried that the horse would wander.  Instead, he revealed the bundle of food he had brought with him.  The man believed he was disliked everywhere in court, but he could be charming enough to weasel a meal for one before leaving for the day.  Pulling out the bread, he held it in his hands, willing a bit of warmth into it before lifting it to his lips to take a bite.  While not the best at such magics, he managed enough to bring back the freshness.  A small smile touched his lips at the taste, even as he felt the rain begin to fall.

First there were little drops, then they began to pick up in speed.  Rather than worry overmuch, the man simply pulled up a hood, shrouding his features in shadows before continuing his meal.  The bread was followed by cheese and fresh fruit.  For drink, he revealed the wine he had brought, reclining against the tree under which he had taken shelter.  Not that there was much shelter to be had.  Leaning over on his elbow, he reached for the horse's reigns, pulling the beast closer to his side.  If the storm were to grow any louder, the horse may be spooked and then he would be hard pressed to venture back to the court on his own.  Stroking the creature's nose, he whispered a few soothing words before leaning back against the tree once more, the reigns still held in his left hand.  Cloudy gray eyes that mirrored the sky closed as he summoned his strength, defending himself - closing himself for his return.  Hopefully the family would be mostly retired, as he did not particularly want to partake in a verbal battle when he arrived home.

His clothing was soaked through, and the horse was beginning to shift at his side.  After a few more moments enjoying the solitude, he glanced up at the horse before vanishing the soaked remnants of his meal. Giving in to the gentle urging of his steed, he slowly stood, stretching his muscles before beginning to lead the horse to the path.  He may have succumbed to heading towards home, but that did not mean he was in any hurry to arrive.  He knew what awaited him there.

Petitions (if any):  Jamie's approval for character adoption.


-Updated ages
-Adjusted likes/dislikes to board standard of three.
-Gave a little more depth to likes/dislikes (will revert to original writings if necessary)

Player Name:  Gavin
(This character is the original creation of Blue; I've adopted him with full support of the original creator. Original Character Sheet, done by Blue, is located here)

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Scelt / It puts a chill into your heart
« on: Aug 12, 12, 10:14:46 PM »
Rain trickled down from the sky, the gloomy morning matching the Prince's mood perfectly. Days had passed slowly, time ticking away at some altered pace, slowly wasting days into to weeks then weeks into months. With every passing day, his mood had fouled even further. Each day the distance brought on a reminder of why he could not - would not go to see her. Caprice Sheane had done everything his family had ever believed a Sheane would do - she had betrayed him so completely, and in a way he had not thought her capable of. The fact that she had led him along for her family's sake was one thing, but he had been willing to forgive it. He had been willing to seek her out and make amends, and had in fact done so. He had tracked down the Sheane Healer, ready with apology and all only to find her with his brother. There was no question of which brother either. She had done as everyone always did - she had sought him out in an attempt to get closer to Brogan - the untouchable one. Frustration had turned to anger, forgiveness turning to ash in his soul. That was a crime which he could never forgive. That was a betrayal that could not be forgotten or appeased.
 
Of all the things she could have done to him, that was the one that would cut the deepest and would never heal. She had understood the bond between the brothers, how broken it was. She understood the shattered pieces that could never be put back together, and yet she had chosen to do the same to him again. Of course it should not have surprised the Prince. This was how things always happened - Brennan would find something that he could call his own, and then Brogan would seek it out and destroy what little he had.

That was perhaps why the Prince spent nearly every night in a different inn suffering from different injuries from a different fight he had gotten himself in to. Many times unless they were severe enough that someone else was concerned for him, he refused to even see a healer. That would only remind him of that one night - of that one morning where she had walked into his room. He frowned at the memory even as he made his way through the streets of the little village. It was getting late, though not quite late enough that places were closing up. It would be too early to seek out his release for tonight. There was still a slight purple discoloration on his cheekbone as well as a number of them hidden under his clothes. A small cut still healing on his lip, though quite faint considering. It had been a few nights healing from the last fight, though only so much that it would be unnoticeable to a good number of people. Most were too busy walking their way to concern themselves with the Prince; very few had any inclination to look outside their own world to entertain the slight bruising and small cut on the man's face. Too many questions were often not met with exuberance but suspicion.

So it was Brennan could wander the streets without much concern, though he still rather kept to himself. He had no intention of getting into a fight until he was well beyond his current intoxication level. He had never quite finished drinking, but he would need a bit more before wanting to deal with the blows he was certain to receive - for Brennan was not a man who fought to win, but rather to lose. He knew before going into them what the outcome would be, and yet he craved them. He thrived on them. The pain the next morning was a small price to pay, and if he was really honest with himself - it was something he somehow looked forward too. Maybe she would walk through that door again to heal him. Maybe he could find someway to reverse what had been done, to turn back time. But each morning just brought the pain of new bruises.
 
So it was with a stern expression that the Prince wandered through the streets, seeking out what he would assume was the tavern, the place he was most likely to find the most trouble when night arrived.

3
Scelt / Dancing with Death I Suppose
« on: Nov 14, 10, 01:19:29 AM »
attn: Eirne Sheane

Escape had been his only thought.  Primitive as it was, the young man did not often ignore instincts as strong as this one.  Brogan had been rather unbearable on this particular day, though that was not the reason for the young man's current appearance.  In reality, he did not look that bad.  Not as bad as if he had been in a fight with his brother.  No, today they had raised their voices and thrown accusations, however, Brogan was too busy to bother with continuing the argument.

Brennan had been forced to find a replacement.  Though he did not enjoy receiving the beating he was sure to get from Brogan, he took immense satisfaction in the few strikes he made against his brother as well as the energy expended.  Tension would disappear and he could sleep satisfied.  Pain suddenly radiated up his side where he'd received a kick to his ribcage.  In light of Brogan's determination to leave his brother, Brennan had been forced to find another who would fight.  Unfortunately the one he chose had friends who would help.  His face registered pain as he shrugged into the coat that would cover his bloodied shirt.  It wasn't terrible, but he definitely didn't want to attract attention tonight.  No, tonight he was not looking for another fight - he was looking for oblivion.

He would have changed his shirt had his body not balked at the idea of so much motion.  In fact, it rebelled against his leaving to find oblivion.  He shoved off the temptation to fall into bed - that action would only bring relief to his body while allowing his mind to return to his fight with Brogan as well as the stare of disapproval he received before stalking off to the seek his own fight.  As much as he hurt physically, it would be nothing compared to the torment of being left to his own thoughts tonight.  His anger was still too fresh, and the fight had not done enough to alleviate his body's energy.

Despite his need for escape, the prince was feeling reckless.  The cold air slapped against him as he stepped outside.  He had cleaned his face up, though he was uncertain if there was going to be any discoloration.  He couldn't worry about that for now.  His tongue darted out across his bottom lip, the coppery taste filling his senses as the tear seemed to crack open again.  That was the worst of the visible injuries, he knew.  His ribs were probably cracked, and though his face may have a bruise, most hits had landed against his body.  Those bruises would be covered.  At least he would be left alone to seek the bottom of a bottle.  Pulling his coat more tightly around himself, he groaned quietly, taking himself off towards the stables.

The jarring motion of the horse, though at first painful, became nothing more than a nuisance.  Numbness seemed to settle across him as he continued on his journey - extending well into the night.  Denford Province was not too far away that he could not make it to the edges before the morning.  Nothing would bring forward his brother's ire more quickly, except perhaps a direct insult against Loreniel or Brogan himself - and Brennan was in the mood to irritate.  Spending the evening in the corner of Denford Province was the simplest, most reckless thing Brennan could think to do without any real danger to his person.

That was how he found himself in this small town - leaving his horse with the local stable.  The hour was late - not so late that he did not have time to seek his oblivion, but late enough that he would be staying the night in Denford.  A light smirk touched his lips.  That was reckless, indeed.  Still, it wasn't likely many would recognize him.  He didn't have the face others remembered - that was Brogan.  Scelt's Shield was the one who would ignite recognition - not his little brother.

Settling with a man about a room, he gave payment in exchange for a key - and soon settled down with a bottle of rum at an empty corner of a local establishment.  It was considered the drink of the poor in some places, but that wasn't terribly offensive, nor enough to keep Brennan from sitting down with his drink of choice.  Tonight he would indulge.  Tonight he would be alone with the darkness, and he would endure his wounds in private.  The room was not full, but neither was it empty.  A few glanced his direction for a moment before returning to their own conversation.  He was alone - no, he was not Brogan.  Nor would he ever be.

Reclining in the uncomfortable wooden chair, he drained the first three glasses within the first few minutes, before pouring a fourth to be savored more slowly as a familiar dullness began to wash over him.

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Inactive / Brennan Devlin
« on: Oct 15, 10, 05:34:43 PM »
The Basics

Character Name:  Brennan Devlin
Nicknames: None
Age:  26 (162 AP)
Race:   Short Lived, Sceltic

Caste: Prince
Birth Territory:  Scelt
Home Territory:  Scelt

Birthright Jewel: Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel:  Opal

Appearance

Play By:  Chris Evans
Distinguishing Features:  Brennan keeps his hair cropped short.  His eyes are mostly gray, and often give the appearance of being shut away from the world.  His clothing is always well put together, and he is a flawless member of the aristo on most occasions.  Has a slight scar across the right side of his chest from a more serious fight between he and Brogan.

Personality

Personality:
Brennan has developed a hard shell in order to deal with his childhood.  He knew they were supposed to be a well-known respected family, and that only solidified the harsh exterior he presented.  He allows himself the luxury of enjoyment, but there is always an undercurrent of darkness, something intangible but present nonetheless.  When interacting with others, he is always looking for a hint of disapproval, or the underlying motive that will surely ruin him.

Some would call it paranoia, but Brennan truly believes that no one approves of him.  He finds it hard to believe in acceptance when he never created the bond with his mother that he so desperately craved and needed as a young child.  Even when he was accepted by her, she could only spew forth venomous lies and her violently sour mood swings soon affected his light disposition.

As he grew, his brother disapproved of his less than serious attitude towards his studies and practice.  Though he had used it as a safety from trying his hardest and failing his family - he soon discovered that as the son of an aristo family, it was expected that he remain at ease and serious.  Completely shutting out the light-hearted nature of his personality, he became very closed and reserved.

Relationships are nearly impossible to form with Brennan.  Though he still feels a desperate need to connect with his family and seek reconciliation, he lacks the courage to face their judgment on his weakness.  He does not want to reveal to those who seem to reject him the real reason they should.  Next to the rest of his family, it seems he has nothing more to add - nor does he have a place among them.  As such, he's not quick to make friends.  He's always thinking people are judgmental behind his back, and never completely honest with him.

He's extremely quick to make enemies.  Even in the most innocent of comments, he can twist the situation to be an insult.  While Brogan seemed to inherit all the strength of a Warlord Prince, Brennan seemed to inherit all the temper.  Though he could not boast the caste, the Prince has a raging fire in him that is quick to spill, fueled by the festering animosity with his brother and and poison of his mother's lies.

Likes:
Success - Though he never believes he could have true success, he longs for it desperately.  He wants to prove to the court that he can succeed and be useful.

Control - He likes familiar ground and he likes knowing his situation.  He hates to feel uneasy or to feel as though some situation has gotten away from him.  Of course, this does not necessarily extend to controlling others.  He feels uneasy with that thought, especially as it would put more pressure on him to succeed.

Fights - Sure, he hates the outcome, but when stressed, nothing relieves the tension so much as a good fight.  He likes the physical exertion, and the dream that one day he may perhaps be able to hold his own against Brogan.

Women - He doesn't consider himself the most beautiful man at court, but he knows he possesses some appeal - and he does enjoy having a companion on some lonely nights.  Perhaps it helps him feel more accepted.

Dislikes:
Brogan - He feels his brother has betrayed him - and that the hatred is shared equally.  He envies the strength and acceptance his brother seems to have that keeps evading him.

Disorder - He has become obsessed with order in his life, hoping that he can earn himself respect by keeping every aspect of his life well thought out and balanced.  Disorder causes him stress and some self antagonism.

Failure - Naturally, as he is so desperate for the elusive acceptance, he despises failure.  He doesn't know what to do to gain it and the evasiveness irritates him.

Feeling like an outsider - As a blood member of such an important family, he feels entitled to some sort of acceptance.  He hates that others have come into the family and found what he has been desperate for since he was a child.  He's constantly wondering why it is he and not them that feels this way.

Fears:
Brogan - His brother is much stronger than he, and their animosity has gone past reconciliation.  He knows Brogan would not think twice about taking him out of the picture.

His own desperation - There are times when the intensity of his own emotions runs hot and frightens him.  He often wonders how far this path will take him, but he is unsure how to change his course.

The upset at court - He knows the dangers lurking in the court, and he is fearful of what will happen next.  He has not formed any lasting relationships, and he wonders how long it will be before everything falls apart.  He doesn't know what to expect in the situation, and he has a great fear of the unknown.

Craft Strengths:
Offensive Craft - Brennan always tried to keep up with his brother.  He always felt the need to be as good as Brogan or as strong.  As such, he took quite a bit of interest in the offensive craft, though his skills never quite matched Brogan's.

Healing Craft - Since the scar that marks his body, he has paid particular attention to healing methods so that his weaknesses would never permanently mark him, nor would his pride suffer in visiting the healing ward too often.

Craft Weaknesses:
Defensive Craft - This eludes him, as his temper is usually too heated to think through a good defense strategy.  His minor defense is enough to keep him alive, however it is a major weakness for Brennan.

Communication - He's never really had someone to talk to, especially secretly.  He therefore has very little skills with this thread of craft nor does he have any true way to practice.

Life Story

Family:Mother:  Veira Jork, Rose to Opal witch (47)
Father:  Liam Devlin, Summer Sky to Green Warlord Prince (56)
Siblings:
Aidan Devlin, Summer Sky to Green Warlord Prince (36)
Kean Devlin, Summer Sky to Opal Prince (34)
Finley Devlin, Yellow to Summer Sky Warlord (34)
Cillian Devlin, Rose to Purple Dusk Warlord (34)
Brighe Devlin, White to Tiger Eye Hearth witch (28)
Honora Devlin, Yellow to Rose Queen (27)
Brogan Devlin, Green to Gray Warlord Prince (25)
Ronan Devlin, Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Warlord (20)
Sorcha Devlin, Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk witch (20)
Aine Devlin, Blood witch (16)
Siobhan Devlin, Birthright Yellow witch

History:
Being born the son of one of the more influential men in Scelt gave certain benefits, as well as expectations.  Brennan was brought into the world as a part of a family that should have given him every advantage he could desire.  Unfortunately he was brought into the family at a tumultuous time.  His mother, Veira, knew that a child would not bind her husband to her, so the fact that she had a second son was of little importance.  Brennan was left to the care of his siblings and tutors.

At a young age he realized there was something missing and began to seek out the affection he was missing from his mother.  He forged a bond with the ideal of her, rather than the actual woman.  His constant need of affection from a woman who seemed incapable of considering him led to a deep-seeded need for approval in whatever he does.

Things became better, especially as they lived away from the territory court.  Brennan was growing quickly, and though his brother was always one step ahead, his mother seemed to take notice of her boys.  Her attention to him, while it was forced, seemed a soothing balm across the relationship he had longed to have with her.  Of course, his father was attentive, but there was a more definite bond forming between he and Brogan rather than he and Brennan.

Just as Veira was beginning to give the attention Brennan craved, she was sent from the territory without him.  The young boy had had not been present when the situation arose with Aiden - but was hiding when he heard the commotion.  Coming upon the scene late, he did not understand the situation, nor was he aware of the severity of the fight that was occurring.  Instead, he only understood that his father was furious at her and was sending away his only chance to be good enough for his mother.

He never saw her before she left.  He only heard whispers that ran rampant about the situation.  His information regarding the situation was entirely second-hand, and it would be many years before he would seek a confrontation about the ordeal.  Brogan seemed to take the situation much more easily than Brennan, and the Prince felt his brother was callously dismissing the relationship between the boys and their mother.  Also, the bond between Liam and Brogan was closer than what Brennan was privileged to have.  And so the poison of his mother began to spread through him.  He attempted to shove off the need for approval, rather than turning to his father and brother for it.  He never took anything too seriously, since he could always brush off the fact that he did not receive approval because he did not try his best.  This was his safety, and he lived in it for many years.

Brennan soon determined to never forgive his father for what had happened with his mother.  The relationship for many years between the two was cold and strained finally culminating in a confrontation between the two brothers.  For some time, the boys had been having heated arguments, often resulting in blows - but this went beyond the forced ties that they afforded each other.  After Brogan confronted Brennan about his recent behavior, the Prince spewed his venomous words of accusation at his brother in regards to both he and their father.  Naturally, the heated argument was quickly taken to a physical level.  As Brennan had recently filled out more, this fight was more evenly matched than those previously - but the darkness had blessed his brother not only in jewel strength but age.  He was still stronger and faster, with more training and skills at his command; just enough to tip the fight in his favor.

As his brother walked away, Brennan lay heaving on the ground with a nasty gash across his chest.  He knew he could have gone to a healer, but was in a sour mood not only from the fact that his brother had just beaten him, but also at the painful memory he had drawn to the surface.  Letting his mood fester, he brushed off the need for a healer, allowing the wound to close with only assistance from his own Purple Dusk.  The resulting scar serves as a callous reminder of the rift between the brothers.

From that moment on, he was the model of propriety to his father and siblings, though he resented that the children who were not even blood related seemed to have a closer relationship with his father and brother than he.  Once his attitude shifted, they shared a bond that was less strained, but Brennan never fully allowed himself to release the pride that had held him to his decision.  His relationship towards his adopted siblings was strained; even as more came in to the welcoming Devlin family, the Prince could not find it within himself to throw aside his resentment.  Even the Doyles seemed to find their place among his large family, and yet there was no room for him.  The ease with which they were all accepted was infuriating as he had grown up in the family and was struggling to keep the rocky relationship with his family intact.  Brogan and he were far past the point of reconciliation, so aside from the brief arguments they shared, Brennan stayed civilly cold to him.  When his brother made his formal submission to Loreniel's court, Brennan shared his own revelations: Loreniel Killan was not his Queen and he would not serve her.

The comment was made in a bout of his quick temper, but once it was out, he would not take it back.  Brennan was not about to take back the words said in anger, especially in the face of his older brother's mockery.  He would much prefer to live with the consequences than face his brother after admitting such a thing.  For a time he wondered if his statement had injured Loreniel, but decided that it surely did not.  Of course, the brutal honesty of it was that Loreniel could never be his queen.

Loreniel was just an extension of the family.  The Devlins, the Doyles, Loreniel.  There was no difference, and no matter how hard he may try, his effort would not be good enough to gain approval or acceptance in her court.  Bitterness only grew when Brogan was accepted into Loreniel's trusted first circle.  Of course, with the blessings the darkness bestowed on him, he had no doubt that his brother would prove useful to the queen - but she was not his Queen.  He would not fall in line and comply with what was expected of him.

Liam was the most saddened by this revelation.  That man had been watching his son for some time, attempting to breach the gap between them and heal their relationship.  Just as he thought he was getting close, Brennan would pull back again, and now he was left watching as Veira's spite bred in his son.  The estrangement between his sons caused him even more sadness.  The pair of them could have been a strong complimentary pair.  He wished there was something he could do to change the course of their lives, but he would have to entrust them to destiny, for his role in their lives had obviously not been enough.

Brennan's separation from his family has caused him to fall into unknown territory.  On his own, he finds himself more lost and unsure than ever before.  Trying to find his own path to life, he has become easy prey to those who know how to manipulate. His need for approval puts him at the mercy of others, and while not always a bad thing - could lead him into the dangerous, traitorous waters.

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Writing Sample:
The day had been long - though it was not even time for the evening meal.  Not that the young Prince was planning to attend any family gathering for a meal.  A quaint tradition, really.  One of which Brennan wanted no part.  He had long since been the outcast of his family and so any escape from them was welcome.  Even one such as this.  Though it was not time for the sun to be settled beyond the horizon, the shadows lengthened and danced in the faint light that was left on this day.  Dark clouds gathered overhead, threatening rain with a rumbling deep within them.  The lonesome prince seemed to be the only one wandering through these parts of the lands.  Scelt was beautiful country, and even in the overcast with the dark shadows stretching beneath due to the dark, pregnant clouds above.

Sliding from the back of the horse, he carried the reigns over to a tree before dropping them to the ground.  The creature had been trained not to wander once the reigns were dropped, so he was not worried that the horse would wander.  Instead, he revealed the bundle of food he had brought with him.  The man believed he was disliked everywhere in court, but he could be charming enough to weasel a meal for one before leaving for the day.  Pulling out the bread, he held it in his hands, willing a bit of warmth into it before lifting it to his lips to take a bite.  While not the best at such magics, he managed enough to bring back the freshness.  A small smile touched his lips at the taste, even as he felt the rain begin to fall.

First there were little drops, then they began to pick up in speed.  Rather than worry overmuch, the man simply pulled up a hood, shrouding his features in shadows before continuing his meal.  The bread was followed by cheese and fresh fruit.  For drink, he revealed the wine he had brought, reclining against the tree under which he had taken shelter.  Not that there was much shelter to be had.  Leaning over on his elbow, he reached for the horse's reigns, pulling the beast closer to his side.  If the storm were to grow any louder, the horse may be spooked and then he would be hard pressed to venture back to the court on his own.  Stroking the creature's nose, he whispered a few soothing words before leaning back against the tree once more, the reigns still held in his left hand.  Cloudy gray eyes that mirrored the sky closed as he summoned his strength, defending himself - closing himself for his return.  Hopefully the family would be mostly retired, as he did not particularly want to partake in a verbal battle when he arrived home.

His clothing was soaked through, and the horse was beginning to shift at his side.  After a few more moments enjoying the solitude, he glanced up at the horse before vanishing the soaked remnants of his meal.  Giving in to the gentle urgings of his steed, he slowly stood, stretching his muscles before beginning to lead the horse to the path.  He may have succumbed to heading towards home, but that did not mean he was in any hurry to arrive.  He knew what awaited him there.

Petitions (if any):  Jamie's approval for character adoption.

Player Name:  Blue

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