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“Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive.”
– Bugs Bunny

– Frank Herbert, Dune

      So he did.

      After subduing the animal terror that was so strong in him upon his initial escape from the Hedge, Briar swore himself to the Bishopric of Blackbirds. Now Briar the Wandering Bishop has garnered something of a reputation as one of the Bishopric's most steady and dependable operatives in the state. He travels from freehold to freehold, searching for anyone in need of a Bishop's attention - and there are always at least a few - and helping them to heal before setting out again. During his wanderings, he's faced down violently deranged Lost, pulled recent escapees from the jaws of voracious briarwolves, and even taken part in a few daring raids on Privateer holdings to rescue the captives there and ensure their health afterwards.

      Now, after more than seven years, he's finally arrived in Fort Brunsett. With both his Fetch and his parents still in town, it's anyone's guess what happens next, but he seems content to take things slowly. His primary concern seems to be putting out feelers in the local freehold, searching for anyone in need of a Bishop's assistance.

      After all, there's always someone who needs a Blackbird.

The Mien

Briar is one tall, lanky sonofagun. He stands at nearly six and a half feet in height, with a hell of a lot of that being in his legs. He's got a long, narrow face to match that long, narrow body, too, capped by a thick head of coarse brown fur, interspersed with occasional black feathers, that runs down the back of his neck and disappears beneath the collar of his shirt. Below, a pair of bright green eyes contrast sharply with his pale skin - or, at least, one eye does. The other has a ragged scar dragged across it, and the socket is empty, as if the eye has simply been scooped out. Not that this appears to bother him; he tends to wear a slightly crooked, faintly knowing smile, and when that spreads to become a grin - which is often - he reveals a set of rather impressively large buck teeth.

The most eye-catching thing about him, though, is the ears. They're huge, and very obviously a hare's rather than a human's. They're set higher up on his head and stick up for almost a foot, covered in the same brown fur that serves as his hair. His hands are also obviously not quite normal: the nails are thick, rough, black, and closer to claws or talons than anything else.

Despite the skeletal impression that a first glance might give, he's actually pretty well-muscled. His skinniness is a matter of proportion rather than lack of muscle mass. He's not a bodybuilder by any stretch, but he's obviously fit. The light jackets, jeans, and T-shirts he generally dresses in aren't loose enough to entirely hide that. Most of his clothing is pretty old, if well taken care of, save for the pair of running shoes on his feet. Those are always obviously new, and obviously pretty expensive. Those aside, the only interesting thing he wears is a small necklace in the shape of a blackbird.

RP Hooks

• Changeling - He's quite Lost, though not quite as lost as some others.
• Courtless - He's never quite found a Court that fits. Care to proselytize?
• Bishopric of Blackbirds - Everybody needs a Blackbird eventually.
• Fame 2 (Wandering Bishop) - He's rescued and rehabilitated changelings all across the state.
• Yoga Instructor - Great way to get yourself relaxed.
• Personal Trainer - He's been known to work as one of these occasionally.
• Running - He's fast, he doesn't get tired, and he's doing this a lot. Maybe he's passed you during your morning jog.
• Music - He plays bass. Care to groove?

Contacts

The Flock

• Nathania - Everybody needs a Blackbird sometimes. Even other Blackbirds.
• vervanE - Well, somebody likes to play the cards close to the chest.

The Rest

• None Yet

Gallery

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