About Bronwyn PascalFight the good fight: When you pull your punches
Words of the past: When you seek the guidance
Hero: The Legacy
Look: As Bran: White, Male, Iconic, Costume, Helmet (He's built like an offensive tackle writ larger and dressed in a stylized version of the armor of a dark ages knight, with a full face greathelm and suit of chainmail she knit herself. As Bronwyn: Light skinned Latina, Female, track clothes or nice clothes. She has a darker complexion than her alter ego that shows her mixed heritage. While she's clearly fit and muscled she has a relatively rangy build from her hard work in the Halcyon High track team (go Hornets!). Of course ever since she found the enchanted spear Gae-Dearg she's been stronger and faster than ever, but that doesn't stop her from putting in her time in practices. Well usually it doesn't. ___________________
Danger : 1
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Have Influence on: ___________________
When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, tell them a secret about who you really are. Give them Influence, and shift your Mundane up and your mask’s Label down.
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I figured they were nuts, but that made them more dangerous, not less. I'd managed to sneak away when they first rounded everyone up, but soon they started talking about hurting people, maybe they'd hurt Marco. I held the national highschool women's javelin record, so I figured if I was gonna do something this stupid, I'd do better with a spear. And boy did I. As soon as I picked up the spear, I transformed. I was strong. Really strong. I hit them like a cannonball - they never stood a chance. One of them tried to hit me with some kind of.. spell? I dunno, maybe it was just some crazy laser, but either way when I hit the beam with my spear, it disappeared. Which I guess was pretty lucky. Anyways, they were pretty spooked and ran for it before they could steal much or summon anything. And honestly I was pretty spooked so I ran for it until I could figure out how to turn back. The spear shrunk down, and I did too, though the spear was barely bigger than a toothpick, and I was still the same size. But now I was strong. Really Strong. Maybe I should have just left it there, but I've always believed in what super heroes do. I believe that might doesn't make right, but that might should be in service to right. How could I turn that away? Why do you keep a secret identity?: Are you kidding me? Everyone would freak?! Especially Marco. I feel like I could explain it if I were trans, if I wanted to be this way, but I'm not! I just, I just don't want to keep having the same conversation over and over. Who, outside of the team, knows about your dual identity? No one! Well, my best friend Mary-Beth, I mean I had to tell someone! And look, I've read Le Mort d'Arthur, I've read the Once & Future King, and when I found a magic Celtic spear, I read the Mabinogion too, but Mary-Beth has this stuff. Down. Cold. She's totally gonna be Indiana Jones or something when she grows up. Or maybe a wizard, she's been trying to figure out what other myths are real, 'cause this thing did NOT come with an instruction manual. Who thinks the worst of your masked identity: Man, I don't know. I've only been doing this for a few months. I guess, there was one time when I really trashed this one guy, Mr. Brian Murphy's, car when I was chasing after some bad guys - spear right through the engine block. Unfortunately he was an alderman or a city councilman, something like that, and I've been getting some bad press since then. Probably why the powers that be suggested I join up. Which is great! I had no idea how to find a team. Mr. Murphy's still not really a fan though. Why do you care about the team: They're helping me figure all this out! Well a lot of it. The fighting bad guys and the stuff that might be magic. Not the telling Marco why I'm always so busy stuff; that part I barely talk to Mary-Beth about. ___________________ List Questions, then answers. ___________________
We'll answer these questions in discussion. ___________________
The Mask: You wear a mask and hide your real identity. Choose what Label you try to embody while wearing your mask:
Mild-mannered: When you try to use your civilian identity to deceive, trick, or slip past someone, roll + Mundane. On a hit they buy your facade.
Dangerous web: When you reveal a trap you’ve left for someone using your powers, roll + your mask’s Label (Savior). On a hit, your opponent trips into it, and you get an opening or opportunity against them. On a 10+, take +1 forward to pursuing it. On a miss, the trap inadvertently leads to a dangerous escalation. (This will sometimes be different ways of reshaping the environment, but will usually key off of absorbing various energies with Gae-Dearg) Secret Identity
When time passes, roll + your Mundane to see how you’re managing your obligations. On a hit, things are going pretty well—you have an opportunity or advantage thanks to one of your obligations. On a 7-9, you’ve lapsed on one obligation, your choice. On a miss, you haven’t given your normal life anywhere near the attention it deserves; the GM chooses two obligations that are going to bite you in the butt. Choose four drives to mark at the start of play. When you fulfill a marked drive, strike it out, and choose one: mark potential, clear a condition, take Influence over someone involved.
Earn the respect of a hero you admire
I am not my body: When you take a powerful physical blow, you may roll as if you had two fewer conditions marked, but you must Lose Control on a 10+
Unpowered PBs:
100 m hurdles 17.05 seconds High jump 1.47m Shot put 12.77 200 m: 25.8 second Long jump 5.2 m Javelin throw: 57.61 meters. (Record) 800 m: 2:12.43 Stuff you'd see in Bronwyn's room:
Posters of her track heroes (like Jackie Joyner-Kersee)
A single poster of Allison Stokke (who she feels bad for, but is NOT one of her heroes) with a cheesy note on it from Marco A big pirate-looking chest that holds her armoring gear Icon of St. Sebastian Regulation javelin Desk and laptop Surprisingly big closet mostly filled with outfits she never ends up wearing Laundry hamper that she wishes she'd tucked away into the closet first. Dresser filled with the shorts, leggings, and tops that are 90% of what she wears Assorted plaques & trophies (Athletic, Academic, and Service) Big group picture of her with her brothers and sisters Picture of her in a reallllly poofy dress at her quinceañera Assorted group pictures of friends & (track) teammates Picture of Bronwyn and Mary-Beth age 5, in a filthy dress and overalls, digging a big hole in the backyard in search of treasure. Picture of Bronwyn and Marco all spiffed up for a dance The picture of Wingblade and Whippoorwill she took from the Clocktower Dramatis Personae:
FAMILY
César Pascal: Bronwyn's papá, a self-help author. An excellent cook when he's not out on book tours, but now that Bronwyn's the only kid left in the house, he's gone much more. Marian Pascal-Murphy: Bronwyn's mother, an investment banker who's usually sitting on a half-dozen boards at any given moment. She's dialed up her workload in recent years too, but proportionally much less than César. Anna Pascal: Bronwyn's oldest sibling, a Biology teacher at Franklin High. Least likely sibling to be seen in church (a CAPE Catholic - Christmas Ash Wednesday, Palm Sunday, and Easter). (Husband: Danilo Hernandez (Math Teacher); Kids: Lucas (13 not a twin), Camila (13, not a twin), Noé (9)) Patrick Pascal: Bronwyn's oldest brother, out of state. First round draft pick, but hurt his elbow in his third major league outing, and after trying to recover in the minor leagues for about a year, retired. He now owns a string of used car lots and apartment buildings, but went through a fairly dark period before then that Bronwyn was only at the very edges of. Separated from Grace Pascal and their son César (who goes by Tony, 10). Miguel Pascal: Bronwyn's favorite sibling, a lawyer working for the public defender's office. No wife. Never brings anyone to church or home for thanksgiving, but always brings great stories. Gabriel 'Gabe' Pascal: The sibling Bronwyn sees the most, Gabby's twin. Goes to college here in Halcyon, studying Mechanical Engineering. The one who's most likely to be asked to check in on Bronwyn or stay at the house when both her parents are out of town for a long stretch. Also the one who has (a couple times) bought booze for Bronwyn and her friends. Gabriela 'Gabby' Pascal: Bronwyn's least favorite sibling. Goes to college here in Halcyon (yep, the same one), studying Pyschology. A lot of friction growing up with Bronwyn, who wanted to tag along with her and her friends, but was an annoying 5-years younger. Then when Bronwyn went hardcore into athletics, they drifted further apart. Most of the outfits Bronwyn never wears (even though she likes them) look like they could be Gabby's. Occasionally asked to watch Bronwyn if Gabe's too busy. Engaged to Tom Wieczorek - no date set. FRIENDS Marco Valdez: Bronwyn's boyfriend. They've known each other since they were little kids (same church, same schools), and they've been really close since middle school. He also is part of the track team, also an early entry to Varsity, but despite his prowess he's not the athletic virtuoso that Bronwyn is. Mary-Beth Browne: They've been friends practically since birth; Marian met Mrs. Browne as part of a new mother mentoring group through their church, so Mary-Beth has known Bronwyn since the third time she ever went outside. She's very bright, and is a fountain of historical and occult esoterica. She's been trying to figure out the truth behind magic and all that since she was a little kid, but ever since Bronwyn found Gae-Dearg, there's a slowly growing power behind her rites. Veronica 'Ronnie' Jackson: Ronnie is two years ahead of Bronwyn, and is a little annoyed that she's not the star of the track team anymore. She can still outrun Bronwyn in a dead sprint (probably, Bronwyn hasn't been able to go all out against her in a while), but Bronwyn keeps threatening to overtake her, even in her best events. Maybe if Bronwyn made it to practice more she wouldn't be bothered, but as much as she likes Bronwyn, seeing someone with her potential skip out on her team can make her a bit nutty. Kyle: Bronwyn's first boyfriend. He came out of the closet about 6 weeks into their relationship, and she didn't handle it that well. Not horribly, but... not well.
Jacob Father Rotoli: A Jesuit priest. He believes that he does his best work as a guide rather than a shepherd. Eliza: A frenemy of Bronwyn's. She's on the track team, and has a thing for Marco. If dating Marco wouldn't be a thumb in Bronwyn's eye she might be less interested. Eli aka Bioshock: A friend of Bronwyn's, and a teammate of Bran's. One of a very few people who knows that Bran and Bronwyn are the same person. His powers wreak havoc on his central nervous system, so he's currently in enforced retirement after a particularly self-destructive incident that no one really wants to talk about. Was totally over-the-moon in love with Bronwyn, never told her. Vick aka Hashtag: An old teammate of Bran's, part of the original Team. Had a mildly adversarial relationship with Bran. Well, more accurately, Bran had a mildly adversarial relationship with him. It wasn't anything specific, they just never really clicked, and Bran had to keep forcing himself to be nice. Went on a single awkward date with Shayera, for the life of her Bronwyn can't figure out why Shayera said yes. Atoms: A hero Bran has had a couple of encounters with. An old teammate of Wingblade's, he has tremendous power, but is currently off on a deep space mission, and hasn't been seen for quite some time. Mythic Celts
Ceridwen: Enchantress of fickle morality and devious spells. Branwen: Sister of Bran the Blessed, obviously coincidental name. drafts:
"You're just... you're you all the time. Even your disguise is just an insanely beautiful girl, just in cute glasses instead of armor." Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment, And clothes! Of course you wear clothes either way. She swallowed audibly, "Anyways, I just mean... You always seem to sure of where you're going, sure of what's right. And I don't always agree with you, but the point isn't that you're right, it's that you're sure.
You knew that you... wanted me, and you just said so. It's a little intimidating. I've always known there is such a thing as right and wrong, but the more I look at it, the more my doubts creep in. So many smart people disagree about so much, and I'm just supposed to pick a few of them to trust? * Alternate: reflection. I really admire how open you are about everything. Honesty's really important to me, but ever since I got the spear (started helping Bran?) I keep having to lie. I mean, it's only when it's important, or to protect someone. Really, I only lie about who I am. But then I see you walk around, and you have a secret identity just to keep things simple, but... you just wear it, you aren't twisted up in knots to hide behind it. I really envy that.[/ooc] * Track isn't just some extracurricular to me. * Dreams that she really is gone * To whom much is given, much is expected. * * "I know at some point we'll have to figure out the next steps, but for now, don't you dare land." * Her eyes barely flickered from the gorgeous <earrings>, but she made herself say, ”No thank you.” I'm really touched, Shayera, but umm, I'm not really comfortable with you buying those for me like this. It's too much for you to spend on a whim. Like if this were 10 birthdays or something, but... yeah, no thank you.” Shayera, I'm not saying you don't deserve this money. But even if you have the money to burn on this, don't you think we could maybe do something better with it? I'm not saying you can't use it for yourself, or for your friends or anything like that, but I don't really need this.
<If Shayera says or implies that she's pretty or would like to see her in the dress/whatever> She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile, ”Okay, fine, flatterer. I'll try it on.” She called out over the divider, voice slightly muffled by her old outfit as she swapped, ”Not saying I'm keeping it though!” Okay this is ridiculous. When am I ever going to wear this? I do look really good though. What am I thinking - I can't go out there in this; Skuld's going to have an aneurysm! Why did Shayera pick this one anyways? Okay. Okay. She gave her hemline one last tug. Okay. ”Well?” She emerged all smiles, ”Going by the sticker price/Apparently I should literally look like a million bucks in this thing.” Bronwyn looked off to the side, embarrassed, but with a smile slowly spreading across her face, ”You win; I'll keep it. You've gotta help me make sure it doesn't just stay in my closet though, okay?” <If not> [b]”I'm really touched, and I know you're not exactly hurting for cash, but... I don't want to have something this expensive just sitting in my closet. Sorry” <If she pushes> ”Okay, fine, <you get to buy me> one outfit.” Eyes sparkling she teased, [b]”So you'd better make it count.”
Get going! I'll get Bran.”
[b]”You look.. amazing!” She gave Shayera a 'very serious' look, ”You have to get it.”
Did what we talked about mean anything to you? And don't tell me you were the only one who could help - Skuld was there, and she's basically invincible, [Jusker] was there and he wouldn't have even had to go near it. Did you even look to see if there was another option? Of course you stopped it, you stopped the last one too, and you stopped the train before that, and - you keep throwing yourself at these things like it doesn't matter what happens, but you do matter, Shayera! I need you to know that you matter. Memory Fragments:
[b]᚛ᚉᚏᚔᚔᚉᚆ ᚓᚔᚉᚆ ᚇᚐᚌᚏᚐᚒ ᚐᚈᚑ ᚆᚔ᚜
"Cryiwch eich dagrau ato hi" "Bydd eich cariad yn lladd y ddau ohonom"
-"Pam y byddech chi'n rhoi drugaredd i'r anghenfil hwn"
Mae'r llafnau yn ein blaenau, peidiwch â cholli (The blades are before us, do not falter)
Mae eich calon yn gorwedd i chi, mae hi'n farw (Your heart lies to you, she is dead) Bydd Gae Dearg yn ei hatal os oes gennych chi'r cryfder. (Gae-Dearg will stop it if you have the strength.) Bydd eich cariad yn lladd y ddau ohonom (Your love will kill us both)
Okay, that part was easy. You knew it wouldn't be a problem. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look her in the eyes. But umm, that's... not all. I know we just got through telling each other how much we value our friendship, and how we wouldn't let this get in the way or anything, and I mean it and I meant it, but uhh... I have feelings for you. And if you don't feel the same way I totally get it, and I'm sorry if I freaked you out, but I just - needed to tell you 'cause I knew if I tried to not tell you, then one day I wouldn't remember not to just kiss you, 'cause let me tell you, you're really really kissable... Oh my God. I'm sorry. I was just gonna tell you I liked you, and not say anything about how beautiful you are or anything, but... She put her face in her hands, then slowly uncovered one eye, "Help. I'm really bad at this." "Really? You mean..." <She kisses Bron> [b]"Oh. Wow." <vice-versa> You mean... you...[/b] she put her arms around her, you...
"Oh crap! I like just told you how to ask someone out better than this. Stay here for just a... No that's too far... "I got it! New plan." She ducked down and scooped up Shayera into her arms, and took off running "Okay, your turn to hold on" *** No, of course, I get it. And don't worry, I won't make things weird. It's just a crush, I'll get over it like that. **snap** *** So? No one's born knowing how to dance. I'll teach you. We'll start off with something nice and easy - salsa! Okay, the basic steps are two quicks and a slow - three steps for every four beats. Listen to the rhythm and watch my feet. da da dun da da dun. Wow Okay, good, but you should move your hips more. She rested her hands on Shayera's Poetry Slam:
It seems to me to be equal to a god, That man,
That fellow, if it is proper, to surpass the gods, He sits opposite you sees and hears sweet laughter, something which takes
That's... enough for now. May I recommend the Perseus Project if you aren't going to do the translating yourself? Google translate He stands among the gods an equal, indeed
For such a deed strips
My tongue falters, a subtle flame
Inaction, Catullus, is what brings you distress.
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"Let me see your hand, I’ll tell you your fortune
"Yield or die."
*** [spoiler=Elsewhere]Figures loomed out of the mists, their features blurred and indistinct with wear like long neglected statues. "I'm not dead then," she asked the shadowy figures, but got no response. "Is Bran here? Or uh, Branwen? They know me, it's fine." "YOU KNOW WHAT HAS BEFALLEN BRAN THE BLESSED" The whispers surrounded her, flooding her senses with the same message, casting her to the suddenly appearing ground in a whirl of sensation. The mists faded and she saw his tomb. The giant lay slain next to the husk of Balor's Brute. The cut had been fast, but not neat, the blood seeping through the jagged meat of the wound gave it a horrible parody of motion. But what what set her stomach churning wasn't the wound, it was the awful absence of his head. Her eyes were drawn to that void again and again, to the place she should see righteous anger, or pain, even just simple fear... There was nothing. "You know a lot of us have lost our heads over the year, but old Bran there has really made an art of it," a weathered voice rasped drily. Bronwyn whipped her head up, hair brushing against the side of her face a moment later when she realized it was missing. One of the misty figures had come into sharper relief. He was a craggy old sea-raider; salt stained a long, hoary beard, freckles and moles speckled a sun-drenched face. He was wrapped round in a long robe of roughspun wool that gleamed even the gloom. And while one eye was covered over with a simple leather patch, the other was smeared over with charred blood. Costume Design montages - show the progression of her armor/costume over time. Cape, helmet and assorted pieces. Disappearing armor - "oops!", armor reappears next to her instead. Eventually decide that the armor works better over and animorphs outfit. Night out with the Tigers. (Possible suppression of horny 5-some thoughts) Kaoru fight? "Well why the hell aren't we friends?" Alexis... Sparring? "You aren't like...Doing stuff while you look like me, are you?" This is slightly s%+!ty, but talking to other people about how weird it is for them to look like her. (This could be good for chatting with Cassie. Toss in that it can be hard to talk to Shayera about this stuff 'cause everything's so weird) This could be Chloe if she moves to town? Should be someone -_- Marco has to tell Shayera that Bron quit the team. Bronwyn has to have her DEVASTATING talk with her mom (but I need to figure out what event Shayera's not invited to) Superior - Find out the secrets Freak - Hold off the big monster
Take a Powerful Blow
Splitting this one up over a couple posts. [dice=Publicly Protect]2d6+1[/dice] She had a bad feeling about this. But maybe that's like, a good thing? Bran was talking about how I should have been able to feel that something was wrong. Maybe that just feels like something hungry is watching you. Yeah that's it. One of her runs had taken her past She had a bad Feeling about this. But maybe that's like, a good thing? Bran was talking about how I should have been able to feel that something was wrong. Maybe that just feels like something hungry is watching you. Yeah that's it. Now that her runs were mostly happening in daylight hours, Bronwyn had been trying to angle them through areas that had more... daylight crime. Even if it did usually mean the weird stuff. Besides, so many of the tourist traps are out here, and I've never even been to most of them. Might make a fun date! But maybe not dates in the place with the creepy hunted feeling... She pulled her hood up to shadow her face as she slowly came to a halt. She didn't want to go full cape and spook whatever was here, but that didn't mean it was a good idea to be too recognizable while she was looking around. Okay. Feel the wrongness. Feel the wrongness... No one was gleaming to her sight, but something tugged her along nonetheless Splitting this one up over a couple posts. [dice=Publicly Protect]2d6+1[/dice] |
