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Abriana

Briana Liliane Davies
| Name | Abriana |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | As of right now, she assists her Mother in enhancing her business as a baker, as well as running other errands for both of her parents. |
| Age | From a glance, she resembles a young woman. To be more precise, she has not long entered her twentieth year. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | She resides in a small cottage situated in the small hamlet of Combe. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | The fragrant aroma of rose and honeysuckle is an unmistakable attribute that follows Briana Liliane Davis on whatever path she follows. It is, without a shadow of a doubt, the first facet that one would notice if they were to come to interact with this young woman. She radiates a warmth that is bewildering to some, whereas to those are the closest to her, it is foreseen and adored. Briana is an amiable woman and she greets both friends and strangers the same and does so with a wide grin and an infectious giggle. Such a trait is welcomed, though it is one that exposes her naivety of individuals that do not deserve it.
Upon closer inspection, one would then notice her eyes and their distinctive shade of cerulean blue, whilst they are the forefront indicator of her innocent and compassionate nature. The rest of her facial features are delicate and intricate, but this is battled by the sharp definition in her cheekbones. In the heat of summer, and the scorching sun kisses her usually pale skin, tawny freckles accumulate across her nose, cheeks, and shoulders, though the latter is only visible if she was to be seen in a sleeveless garment.
Her hair is the colour of flames that ignite from her scalp and descend down her back to extinguish just above her elbows. It is a rare sight if she is seen to wear it down, as her locks are usually braided and pinned up. That is simply as a result of her occupation in assisting her Mother, Rosilynn, in their family bakery, and she has simply grown use to it.
She is a short and slim woman, as she only rises to five feet and four inches, and her form is taut. She is an individual that does not need to enjoy the finer goods to feel happiness in her life, but she still appreciates what she could never afford, especially if that is dresses and other garments made with exquisite and foreign fabric. Her own figure is often found concealed by pretty dresses, notably with floral patterns on the skirts or ones that are more affordable to the common woman. A key different with hers is that most of her garments are dyed in darker shades of burgundy and green, as she has always desired not to be like most that wander the cobbled streets of Bree. In the colder times of the year, she can be found with furs draped around her shoulders and neck. More recently, though, she wears a necklace given to her by a certain someone at all times. |
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Background
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| Relatives | She is the youngest child of Wylburn and Rosilynn. Her older brother Wylyam, also known as Will, is currently incarcerated. Her extended family, for the most part, remain in Bree-land and the surrounding areas, with the exception of her Uncle. |
| Rivals/Enemies | She has none. |
| Loves | Her parents; her brother, even if she is reluctant to admit it; baking; the idea of travel and exploring what she has not before; Willow, her kitten. And, of course, Tilton. |
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| Hates | Hate is not something that is easy for Briana, as she is not the type to feel such an emotion, though there is a single aspect of her life that she strongly dislikes - Her brother's crime and the devastating impact it had on her family. |
| Motivation | She is quite traditional in what she hopes to achieve in her life and to exceed what is expected of her. She hopes to follow in her Mother's footsteps, as she hopes to run some sort of business of her own, at some stage in her life. |
| Quotes | - |
Abriana's Adventures
| Part One: The Perpetrator's Perspective | 5 years 9 months ago |
| A Contemplative Soak | 5 years 11 months ago |
