If you're going to ignore the injustices right under your nose, I hope they tickle terribly until you want to sneeze but you /can't/. Trapped sneezes are better than you deserve!
Description: All small things cast great shadows, and the sabre-like rigidity steeled into Briseis Morgan's posture demands the point. Petite, slight, and slender, at first glance she is disarmingly tiny, but a deeper truth betrays her in slips and glimpses: the burdened frame of her shoulders, the age alleying her young features, and the immovable set of her jaw. Dark, wavy hair crowns her head, bound in some elaborate plait, and her symmetrical face is dominated by dark, pool-like eyes -- as if the rest of her features had gathered there to drink. Her austere, immaculate appearance slouches into the entropy of her temperament -- for she is an irrepressible young woman, with fierce looks and flying hands, her hair tousled from too much touching, her sleeve hems loosened by constant adjusting. Fix, fix, fix. She is here to fix something, something big.
Personality: Briseis is very much the product of her dual heritage. From her Oathlander father, she learned determination, honor, diligence, fidelity. From her Northerner mother, she learned wit, stubbornness, confidence, and an overabundance of, for lack of a better word, sass. Briseis sparkles: not just with the warmth of an extrovert who enjoys people, but with the keen, determined insight of a sharp mind. Her manner is often light and friendly, even bubbly and effusive at times, but she has a fiercely tempered core of steel to her that comes out in defense of her family, those close to her, and her own ideals and convictions. The fact that her occasional bursts of righteous indignation can sometimes be a bit comical due to her smaller stature and youthful appearance is a continual frustration for her, but her tongue can be so sharp at those moments that people rarely laugh for long.
Background: The last of seven children, Briseis had to make quite a bit of noise to stand out. A few of her older siblings were already headed in a direction of martial service, but Briseis's talents were more mental. She was preternaturally curious from a young age, devouring books, become an enthusiastic visitor to Sanctum's local Archive. One might say she harassed the Scholars there, but enthusiasm and talent for exploiting her own cuteness meant that she actually managed to endear quite a few of them. It's only right to encourage the will of Vellichor where one finds it, after all.
So she grew a joyful child. An /enthusiastic/ child. Not quite as wild and free as her brother Aleksei, who ran from Sanctum without looking back when he was sixteen and she was only eight, but if her effusiveness was sometimes a little unseemly, it was tempered by the fact that her areas of fascination were entirely appropriate: theology, history, law. (It also helped that she was a good deal better at charming her way into what she wanted from her father than certain other rebellious siblings.) And where many Orthodox Oathlanders were raised with faith as a serious, sober weight, she celebrated the beauty of it with a joyful conviction, and she gave up hours of her free time to become a disciple of the Faith among the ranks of the Scholars as soon as they let her in.
However, she found that the spread and preservation of knowledge, while fulfilling, didn't quite fulfill the itch of her passions. It was in the Sentinel that she found her calling. Curiosity was her drive, but being able to use that information to help make the world a more just one -- that became her purpose. She would FIND INJUSTICE. And she would STOP IT. (And people would TAKE HER SERIOUSLY.) She longed for the days when the Inquisition was itself a discipleship of the Sentinel, but who said she needed to let a little rift between major Compact organizations stop her? She could revere the tenets of the Sentinel both as a Disciple in the Faith as well as in the secular world as an Inquisitor! That's what she's come to Arx to do, in any case. And when Briseis dedicates herself to something, there's not a lot that can stand in her way.
|Bianca||It is disarming, how energetic she is; how eager, how earnest. Yet far from in a bad way, seeing her engage the world fills me with a sense of belief. There's very little that truly escapes that wide-eyed gaze of hers -- and it is my sincerest hope it does not lose its shine despite that.|
|Jourdain||...What am I to do about this...?|
|Verity||I imagined all inquisitors to be highly paranoid -- I mean, inquisitive -- in their own styles, but it seems less so with her. Perhaps she found nothing worth interrogating about me. It is true that I am an open book! That said, her thinking before acting bodes well for her wisdom.|