- Brinne Acacia O'Briain
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“Wind's Four Quarters, Air and Fire.Earth and water, hear my desire. Grant my plea who stands alone. Maiden, Warrior, Mother and Crone...
- Southern wind, blow hot blow hard!
- Fan my courage to a flame,
- Southern wind, be guide and guard,
- Add your bravery to my name.
- Let my will and yours be twinned,
- Warrior of the Southern Wind!
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Overview- A tiny girl, hardly grown.
- She carries a staff carved from an elder tree.
- The girl has an affinity for flame.
- And a fondness for growing things.
- Flowers spring up in her footsteps.
- The Wilds greet her as their own.
- A soul called by Southern Winds.
RP Hooks- Can you be found in the forests, on the empty beaches, or even in the older parks? So can Brin.
- She's a very curious girl and there is a lot of modern society she's only just being introduced to.
- Like video games. Computers. At least she's seen a movie or two.
- Brin is very athletic. She's also an amateur painter, and into herbalism as a serious practice. In fact, she has lots of hobbies.
- Are you into the Occult? For someone so young, Brin is well-versed.
- Brin is a protector of the Wild places, and much stronger than she looks. She styles herself a defender of the innocent. Do you need an ally?
Eastern WindInnocence. Purity.
- Tabitha - Healer, Cleanser, Friend, and Guide. Maiden. Though purity comes in unusual ways.
Southern WindCourage. Strength.
- Martin Strong, silent, bold, and brave. Fortune will favor you.
Western WindPerseverance. Guidance.
Northern WindWisdom. Death.
Soundtrack
Wind's Four Quarters - Heather Alexander
- Western wind blow stark, blow strong.
- Grant me arm and mind of steel!
- On a road both hard and long
- Mother, hear me where I kneel.
- Let no weakness on my quest
- Hinder me, Wind of the West.
Beautiful Ones - Poets of the Fall
- Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful,
- So like an Angel, but I see,
- Tears flow quietly...
- The troubles she's seen this spring,
- When nothing comes dancing...
- Paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me...
You're Still Here - Poets of the Fall
- Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell,
- Rising and falling like rhapsody.
- And I see winter's broken like lace,
- In time for a celebration...
- Thaw wails inside the walls,
- And laughs in the corners...
- Delighting in its evident victory.
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