Bryant
(#28016674)
Level 1 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.27 m
Wingspan
15.79 m
Weight
8235.49 kg
Genetics
Brick
Clown
Clown
Dust
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Maize
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Birth Clan - Adhamh Element - Nature Gender - Male Pronouns - He / Him Orientation - Nonmonogamous Panromantic Goes by - Bryant, Sass (in his mind) |
Bryant is one of the rare imperials to live within the Oakrest Citadel. He is most often found late at night or early in the morning, and only if he is wandering to or from a gig. Truth of the matter is that Bryant lives for jazz. If he can find someone who wants to hear his latest compositions, he is there, horn in hand, ready to belt it. If he can get some hep cats swinging, all the better! Trouble is, these stony Oakrest squares are a little bland. They're great for a party on the calendar, but some shook-up nights are what Bryant conspires to acquire. |
"Steam it up, let's go." Horn Player Laying down some hot licks for the auditory appreciation of anyone in earshot
STATS
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NOTABLE RELATIONS
TRIVIA
- Fluent in jive - Drinks an unsightly amount of coffee - Doesn't sleep a lot (gee, why could that be?) - Kind of tactless when he's lost his patience - Known to write phrases and chords on any paper available, which has largely banned him from portions of the library |
APPEARANCE NOTES
- Chronic Bed Head, Inky Hands, Soft Beard, Tired Eyes - Looks older than he is because he takes abysmal care of himself |
GOALS
- Raise his chops - Maybe settle down, find some beautiful girl or boy or enby or something, you know? Aww, who am I kidding! |
Hummingbird Lady
Love doesn't have to be all-consuming to be real.
Love doesn't have to be all-consuming to be real.
Bryant smiled. "Let me tell you a thing about dancing."
Circe had just explained that the shaking wasn't strictly excitement. She liked the music, sure, but she always seemed like a leaf in a storm, even when she was standing still.
He whispered, "You only stop dancing when you stop moving. You only stop moving when you dead."
He'd been traveling, playing a few shows, having a few sit-ins and jams with some folks who really knew rhythm. And here was this lady - not a girl, mind, a lady full of class, even with broken nails and eyes that spoke a world of things she didn't want to talk about - who smiled gamely up at him and said, "Well I'm not dead."
Oh, she had him by the heart in that moment. Those pale eyes and that smile that twitched just a little, as if it were uncertain how big and grandiose it wanted to pull.
It was fun while it lasted. So cliche, but so true. Bryant liked Circe - he liked her fire and her poise and the way her voice quavered when she wasn't trying very hard to be articulate. He spent a while practicing, seeing if he could get his horn to mimic the way her voice tilted and pitched at such odd moments in the conversation. It was intriguing. It was beguiling. It was charming.
It was indelibly Circe.
He liked to draw conversations with her - not out, and not into, just draw them. Like making a line with a pen, and when you run out of paper, you just change direction, sometimes circling back on yourself. Conversations with Circe were excellent - she'd been all over, and they talked about what they loved and loathed about territories and clans all over the continent. And sometimes, she grew silent just to get the words right. He hung on every silent beat. They kept away from more complicated things like family and history. But it was definitely enough to fill time. Enough to let time get away.
Bryant stayed longer than he meant to. He'd cancelled engagements out on the Cloudsong just to chat with this hummingbird, just to take her dancing and see if she hopped as well as she shook. She hopped fine, even if she was nervous. He'd have stayed longer, too, if she was the staying type. Even though he knew her heart wasn't fully his.
Love doesn't have to be all-consuming to be real.
It can be brief and just as true.
He watched her pack up one day. She'd mentioned a parcel and a delivery, and she told him maybe sometime they'd catch up again. Her hands shook as she spoke, and he wondered how much of that was her natural flutters and how many were because she felt something worth keeping was being left behind.
He didn't ask.
He didn't want to know.
In the light after she left, Bryant sat down with coffee and horn. And he noodled a bit, but mostly he wrote.
It was complicated and tricky, and to play it you needed chops, but he nailed the notework for Circe's tremors. Runs of sharp little notes, quick fingers, and enough breath that even after you still felt breathless. It took him a few days to write it all down, as well as the note wishing her well. He sealed it and left it with the postmaster for next time she came through on work.
You know, provided she was still dancing.
Bio (except as credited), oak leaves, acorns, & layout by ixris / 26035 - all edits by later users
Original concept of character by lovecatsh8life / 241821 but there was a lot of revision
Horizontal dividers by Mibella / 47497
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