Lady Braith Sanna
Your story changes with every step you take, so why should mine not change and grow each time I tell them?
Description: Clouds of dark auburn hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers.
Personality: Braith is an animated, lively young woman, full of vim and vigor. Her spirit rarely flags. She tells stories and puts them to music; she yearns for the limelight and owns it with the full power of her panache whenever she can. She loves learning about new things and trying to figure out how to rhyme them. She falls in love easily and often, bright with passion and full of fire; in the wake of her amorous adventures, she tends to castigate her former lovers in hilarious and sometimes ribald song. Witty and sassy, Braith pretends that she isn't at all insecure or lonely, but it's a pretense that doesn't always hold up.
Background: Close cousin to the march and his Voice, Braith was a tagalong as a child. She wanted to get into everything, learn everything, and put most things in her mouth. As she grew older, these urges didn't really change with the possible exception of that last one. She was a constant troublemaker and essentially ended up pawned off on a steady shaman tutor for something to /do/ with her, and it was under this tutelage -- with the occasional rising influence of her grandmother -- that her early aptitudes for music were discovered.
She loved to sing, she loved to perform, and she had a keen sense of rhythm for the hand drum and bells. Other instruments were more of a challenge but she learned several of them anyway, inhaling the knowledge like she sopped up story and song. She began to make up stories of imaginary exploits for her friends and family, putting some to music and chanting them like the ballads of heroes of old, and sometimes just telling them like stories, especially for the younger children of Giant's Reach. It was in this way that her life's path was set as a maker of music and teller of tales: it was the shining passion of her heart, so why not pursue it.