Briosa Binasi

*Briosa's face flushed more. She covered her mouth with the words of the Divine. She had to bring up this cultural miscommunication. It was the polite and orderly response. The Elf glanced away from Jedidiah's inviting smile, trying to displace herself from the temptation.* Cooking with him would be fun. *Had she not observed traditions long enough? She gripped the pages contained her G-ddess's scripture in a tight hold. Aerdrne spoke of freedom in choice. Would one choice be so fatal?*

*"... yes. Together." Briosa looked over to the Hunter, seeming rather flushed despite how she was containing her bashfulness. The rush of blood brought some more life to her normal tired, blank expression. She was more like a living woman than the statue of civility she craved to be.*

## Personality

The stereotypical image of an elf is one of grace, poise, elegance- they are mysteriously wise with an air of the fantastical about them. Such is the ideal Briosa used to, and often still wants to, achieve when anyone glances her way. At heart she is a diplomat of people's expectations. Years of practice has given the woman a calm disposition and tongue of compromise. She's been able to make her party members get along, negotiate with the greedy and cut throat, given speeches of inspiration, order troops to fall in line, and so on. Briosa doesn't consider herself much a leader though. She's rather stuck in a limbo of sorts where she has all the skills to be one yet little trust in herself to commit.

This doesn't come from a lack of dedication though. Briosa is an extremely loyal person to her personal belief system. She takes a role of protector very seriously and will quickly step into the line of fire for the innocent. Much of her time in this land is spent on kindness to even passing strangers. She has a wit about her as well- which wets a dry tongue with playful sarcasm when it's appropriate enough to let loose. That said, Briosa is keen on sticking to self-made standards of manners. She has strict rules for herself that don't apply to others, which vary from using the proper silverware for soup to a self-sacrificial idea of what a good Cleric must be to lingering racism towards Orc and the like. The trauma from expectations and death have unfortunately given the woman an intense amount of self-depreciation to a point where she was willing to give her dead sister her body as repentance. This self-hate has been diminishing as the game has gone on however, which has led to Briosa taking more of a stand for her own interests and cooling the anxiety of not being good enough for the worlds expectations.

## Lore

> "*In battle I lead my soldiers, in public I taught my clan mates how to thrive under our strained conditions, in privacy I made many deals with surrounding tribes to keep mine afloat. I was tired of people after such interactions. Places allowed me to relax." She moved a finger across the lines of her book cover. "My room was my sanctuary. I knitted, sew, quilted, slept, practiced new techniques, took in company, and even hired private musicians or bought avvalm to play for me. I often went out to nature when I was able to as well. The north eastern forest was away from our enemies, and I could be calm in the semi-safety such isolation provided.*"
> ― Briosa reminiscing about her life
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Briosa is a former noblewoman from the Arrinashi (aka Black Pine) forest in Balliz. She had a sister she left behind.

## Relationships

### Rosarette Arstrike

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Briosa feels a distinct kinship to Rosarette. Both of them hail from nobility as soldiers for their people, to whom they had to preform for often as their parents willed them to. They are both divine as well- a Cleric and a Paladin- meaning Briosa has even more of an interest keeping a Holy Sister alive and well. Briosa's natural like for Rosarette was apparent in their first meeting, for she consistently stood up for the woman when Ravenloft's evil gave her migraines, she fought with Jedidiah, and her long title displays annoyed villagers they talked to. As time went on though, Briosa realized Rosarette's confidence was made of insecure arrogance. The Aasimar was a trophy solider rather than a true fighter. This fact surprised Briosa but didn't shock her. She was eager to assist her friend in learning combat planning and the details of Divine magic. Overall, Briosa holds Rosarette is good regard for how she's grown into self-assurance and true valor. Briosa still holds pity for the woman though, as some of Rosa's sheltered nature and Oman culture holds a moral standard the wood elf firmly reviles.

### Jedidiah Taylor

> "*And fight for, as you said before." She pivoted, drawing him away from the trees around them that rose like prison bars to the sky. "But yet again I am curious. Such thoughts are heroic, selfless and kind in nature. Yet when you speak of yourself, you always say you are a monster. The two-" Briosa dipped Jedidiah. One arm held him up by the waist. The other moved to his hat, tilting it down so he didn't see the glimmer in her eyes that took pleasure in such control. "-Don't seem to match." She hoisted him up, taking his hand again, polite smile back, as if nothing besides the wind had passed between them.*"
> ― An excerpt from Briosa and Jed's dance together
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### Mavyre Krinoa

> "*Briosa blinked slowly at Mavyre's assertion. She nodded to show she heard it. "I doubt any of us would be, so you are not alone in that regard." She pat her friend's shoulder. "I doubt you enjoyed the fancy aspect of the party though. As we were searching for you I kept on thinking-" Briosa chuckled, "-Mavyre must find this whole party impressively gouache.*"
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### Binasi Clan

> "*On a personal level we aren't close. They had more important matters to deal with when I was young. When I was of age to properly become their heir, I ... trained. Of course. I had to fulfill my role. Combat and teaching others was how we bonded, aside from celebratory feasts for holidays or other occasions. They are competitive people, and most activities I did with them became about proving myself as an heiress over others rather than the spirit of the game.*"
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### Misali Binasi

> "*"I don't speak of her for a reason. Her memory holds many regrets.* Ahsay salla charvi*, to speak her name brings me sorrow." She shook her head solemnly.*"
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