PFEIFFER;; bronwyn olympia

bronwyn olympia pfeiffer

• cry ~ kelly clarkson •

•• USERNAME ;; nyx
•• GENDER ;; female
•• AGE ;; 17.5
•• CONTACT ;; PM or AIM at LittleDhampirNyx
•• EXPERIENCE ;; not sure anymore
•• PASSWORD ;; edited.
•• OTHER CHARACTERS ;;
vladimir dracula tepes
mabh ailbhe ceannaideach
anasztázia freyja macnamara
lilia anne letha dragovich
dante adalfieri vicenzo

•• FULL NAME ;; bronwyn olympia pfeiffer
•• NICKNAME ;;
bryn <- preferred
wyn
wynnie
bronnie
•• AGE ;; twenty-four
•• BIRTHDAY ;; November 12th
•• GENDER ;; female
•• SEXUALITY ;; heterosexual
•• PROFESSION ;; regular police officer (not usually anymore though it’s more common for her to work as the below)
homicide detective, esp. in cases involving those who died by supernatural means (is sometimes lent out to other states/cities/or even countries on cases)
•• SPECIES ;; fury, erinye {just two names for the same thing}
•• ABILITY ;; spellcasting

•• PLAYBY ;; elena satine
•• ETHNICITY ;; caucasian, English/Russian/slight Grecian heritage
•• COMPLEXION ;; slightly tan
•• HEIGHT ;; 5’7”
•• WEIGHT ;; 127 lbs.
•• BODY TYPE ;; slim, athletic
•• HAIR COLOR ;; red
•• EYE COLOR ;; green
•• SCARS ;;
•• BODY ART ;;
~ pierced ears with several piercings in the cartilage of her ears and a belly button piercing
~ a ouroboros tattoo (which looks more like a dragon than a snake but is still a serpent eating its own tail except it’s winged, it rests on her lower back…
•• OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ;;

Bryn stands at a rather average five foot seven with a thin, athletic body structure. Her physical frame is lined with a decent amount of musculature for a woman and only a slight amount of fat. Partially in thanks to participating in gymnastics while she was younger and partially just decent genetics I suppose. Her flaming red hair is delightedly accented by emerald eyes that shine brightly, especially when she is excited or infuriated, as she often is. Her ears are each pierced in several places, including several cartilage piercing which she usually puts smaller hoops through. Placed upon the lower part of her back some would call her actual tattoo a tramp stamp, however if seemed like a logical placement for the tattoo which rests there. For there lies the depiction of a winged ouroboros, a serpent eating its own tail in a sign of cycles and eternity and the end is the beginning meanings.

Since becoming a fury two gleaming feathered wings have sprouted from her back, in all of their dark charcoal grey – black hued glory. Extending above her head the apex of each of her wings are above her head and the end tips of her wings hang maybe about half a foot above the ground. When spread out widely her wingspan is slightly longer than fourteen feet overall with about seven feet long each although the very tips narrow down. Other than these wings that might be likened to an angel’s, other than in color, she additionally has gained her amphisbaena, or the two supernatural snakes that wind about her arms. Truly they seem like nothing more than two domestic snakes when they are in their true form however they are often influenced by Bryn’s own emotions just by how she stands and how her muscles contract, other than that they also have their own minds, as you can tell as they act out from time to time. In truth their true forms are two decently sized, emerald green, venomous, hooded snakes. However with the use of a simple spell Bryn is capable of appearing more human as she kind of ‘absorbs’ them into her skin, in their dormant forms which mean they appear as if two tattoos winding around her arms. Besides what normal person walks around with a snake coiled upon each arm, which makes it rather suspect to leave them out, especially since then there would be no tattoo like markings upon her arms. Her amphisbaena’s names are Astraea, after a Greek goddess of justice, as well as Nemesis, after the Greek goddess of revenge and divine retribution.

Bryn gravitates towards clothing with the color red or especially green. Since her amphisbaena seem like tattoos when she casts the spell to do so she has no need to hide them as long as they go back into the same position each time. While on the job blouses, skirts, pants, and a few more questionable items that might not be quite so appropriate for such matters make up her wardrobe unless she is assigned to act as an average policewoman for the day in which case sometimes she is in uniform and other times she’s a plain clothed cop. While on her own time she enjoys in dressing herself in cute blouses and skirts, although pants and jeans work as well. Honestly though it depends entirely on what she is doing although she attempts to keep a feminine side to all of her outfits. At times when she feels like leaving her wings out and amphisbaena it’s almost more comfortable to adorn herself in a leather sleeveless vests and sometimes leather pants, however thanks to the USA’s stance on the mutated humans she can only do this in private most of the time.

•• STRENGTHS ;;
clever / wit
problem-solving
singing
gymnastics, flexible
athletic
guns
hand to hand combat
independent
dealing with some animals (esp. snakes)
negotiation
climbing things (like trees )
getting around in a busy city
hiding/sneaking around
swimming
cooking
high pain tolerance

•• WEAKNESSES ;;
men / sex {temptation}, strong sex drive >_> … <_<
possessive
guns {temptation}
snakes {temptation}
often underestimated by others on the police force
an overwhelming fury (lol pun intended ) – short tempered, strong anger
jealous
sometimes trusts those she shouldn’t
- can’t drop a case once she’s started it sometimes, even if dismissed sometimes feels like she MUST solve it
rushes into things
jumps to conclusions at times
alcohol esp. jack daniels {temptation}
workaholic (sometimes)
coffee {temptation}
•• LIKES ;;
animals esp. snakes, esp. esp. her amphisbaena
solving a case
gymnastics
swimming
singing for the fun of it
hand to hand combat
sex / men
proving people wrong
when she can control her anger
nighttime
giving orders / being in charge
climbing trees
alcohol esp. jack daniels
coffee
her job
being alive
•• DISLIKES ;;
politicians
when her rage pops up at bad times
‘know-it-alls’
being underestimated
boredom
hitting dead ends in a case
rejection
people she cares about dying/injured
threats to her amphisbaena/herself
being treated differently for being mutated
hunters
spiders / rats
being told she’s wrong
rude people
•• AMBITIONS ;;
to live
not be discovered/hunted by hunters
solve cases
find someone who has her back (possibly both in her work and to love?)
prove that she is great at her job to some who she works with
•• FEARS ;;
death
being unable to solve a case
losing her amphisbaena
being discovered by a hunter
losing her job
being alone
•• SECRETS ;;
to most: she’s a mutated human, now a fury
that she was an orphan
her fascination for mythology (has been since she was a kid)

•• PERSONALITY ;;

THE WORKAHOLIC
Her career is a major part of her life, often taking up much of her days and driving her to work overtime. She not only is passionate about police work, and especially solving homicide cases, but often feels a natural drive to work until she solves a case. To be unable to figure out a homicide case, or any case for that matter, is unacceptable in her mind and very might drive her a bit crazy should that happen. In the past she has had some issues obviously in naming a murderer or robber or such but in the end has as of yet been able to come through for her city and department and catch the perpetrator. Not only this but perhaps it is something in her newfound erinye nature which drives her to pursue a case even when it seems hopeless, until it is solved. Other than that Bryn feels like she has to prove herself to the rest of the New York Police Department that she works with, for at the beginning many underestimated her and viewed her as if she was a hopeless dimwit. She is additionally adept with shooting guns, which is definitely handy while on the job at times.

RAGE & JEALOUSY
One of the worst things of her personality is the overwhelming anger that often floods through her system, luckily at least she’s given a reason first. However even if the reason is tiny then this massive fury can be drawn up. Sometimes she acts immediately upon this however at times she luckily can push back the rage enough to think clearly. It is not a pleasant thing to have Bronwyn angry with you for she doesn’t forgive things easily and often can hold grudges. Not only does she have a strong temper as well as a short temper but she is rather possessive of what is hers. For example if she is dating a man she does have a tendency to be jealous and just a tad possessive, yea right a tad? More like if she’s in a relationship with someone and catches another eyeing her man she will enforce the idea that he is hers.

OTHER
Alright…so being an independent and rather dangerous woman herself, when needed, is not always such a welcoming persona to men. However when she wants to be she can amp up the charm. Nothing of the supernatural nature however. Bryn for some reason or another has a rather high sex drive and while she is a faithful person while in a relationship, when she isn’t in one she does have various flings to satisfy herself. Animals are close to herself however her amphisbaena are even nearer and dearer to her heart. While many would view them as simple animals they are more like family to her and would probably bristle, well not like they have fur, at the notion that they were plain serpents.

•• HOMETOWN ;; New York, New York, USA
•• ACCENT ;; none really
•• LANGUAGES ;; English, Spanish, Russian, Italian, French
•• WEALTH ;; average
•• RESIDENCE ;; apartment in New York City
•• MOTHER ;; Sara Jane Pfeiffer {deceased}
•• FATHER ;; Wilhelm “Will” Pfeiffer {deceased}
•• SIBLINGS ;; none
•• EXTENDED FAMILY ;; none of importance
•• PETS ;; …uh her amphisbaena I guess? (Astraea and Artemis)

•• HISTORY ;;

Born to two average United States citizens Bronwyn let loose her first cry into the world, the first of many. For the first few years of her life the redheaded girl toddled around a small yet nice apartment in the bustling city of New York, being cared for during the daytime by a neighbor who lived across the hall that didn’t work. Unfortunately her rather average life was brought to a halt one night, around the time she was six, when her mother was shot to death while coming home late one night from work. The police who responded to someone’s emergency call deemed the instance as a mugging gone awry and dismissed it rather quickly, despite the shooter getting away. Bryn had been sitting at home with her half-drunk father when they received the call that her mother had been murdered only a few mere blocks from their place of residence. At the time the sight of her father bawling and falling onto his knees while clutching the phone made the little girl merely crawl over and reassure him that everything was alright, unaware that her mother wouldn’t be coming home ever again, that she was gone forever. Then had come the shouting later in the night, once she had crawled into bed, still unaware as her father had no clue how to tell a six year old that her mother was dead, he had figured he would try to get it together and tell Bronwyn the next day sometime.

She had been told the following day however whereas her father began to beat the walls and drink himself into a stupor Bryn kept silent, wallowing in her sorrow and not entirely absorbing the reality of it all for a little while. Her father’s drinking only worsened with time as he tried to drink away the pain. Come to think of it ever heard of the song Whiskey Lullaby? Well one night he was found lying face down on the couch. Walking over to his side Bryn had sighed at the thought he had passed out again before realizing that there was no motion, nor the slight sound that came when a person was breathing. Flipping him over she had sat there clinging to her father’s body until long into the next day when the neighbor came in, using a key she had since she had been a friend to them and taken care of the apartment the rare times they were gone. The woman had been suspicious when Bryn hadn’t walked out to head off for school and that was how she came to find the child cradling the alcoholic’s body. So that was when Bronwyn came to find herself shoved roughly into the government system and tossed around through a few foster homes before settling for a time within an orphanage within the large city. Both of her parents were gone and nothing could bring them back.

Through her remaining childhood and teenage years the girl often was solemn and moody, acting out now and then, overall pushing others away and resulting in remaining an unadopted orphan. Well when she finally came to be eighteen she fled the home, moving in with a few other youth she knew in a rather crappy apartment, but at least it was something. Her life was rather boring for a time, nothing happened and she did just about nothing as well. Well one of the young men, who inhabited the apartment along with her and another girl, caught Bronwyn’s eye when she was nineteen. Upon this time the pair was swept up in a whirlwind romance, fooling around when they were alone and sitting together when out in a crowd. They had gone out one afternoon to just walk around the city and while walking back to the apartment around dusk they encountered a few young men who brought out knives and threatened the youth should they not go along with it. Demanding they hand over all cash and such valuables the men grinned and scooped up the things as Bryn and her companion did so. However when one of them demanded she hand over the locket around her neck, which had been her mother’s, Bryn had merely clutched to it and glared at them as did her companion right before he had punched the man in front of him. Of course that was stupid when they were outnumbered as such and in the end she was once more cradling the dead body of someone she loved, only this time the body was slicked in blood.

This event drove her over the edge nearly, she had had enough of dealing with those she cared for being taken from her. She found herself wanting to do something with her life, anything, besides just goofing off and lounging around as she had been for a itme. So deciding on a course of action she studied to become a police woman and eventually succeeded, joining the NYPD. Working her way through the ranks, Bryn had to work to prove herself to many of those that she worked with as something other than a ditsy young woman. Over time she worked her way to be a detective, only working on regular duty when absolutely needed. With the meteor showers of 2012 her interest, and near obsession, with mythology and such was fueled, driving her to pressure her police chief to hand her the cases dealing with mutated humans and supernatural dealings, whether it was the victim who was one or the means of death seemed unusual. Well a few months ago she had been at a party, distractedly scanning the room for men, when someone had shoved her shoulder to get by. Blindingly an insanely strong rage overcame her body, pushing her to punch the man who had shoved her and overreact to his actions. Not only that but she had the sense that should she give in entirely she might not return from the brink of this anger filled abyss within her. Not only that however but on her arms had appeared a pair of hissing, vibrantly green, hooded snakes wrapped around her forearms. These were now her amphisbaena, two supernatural serpents (no supernatural power of their own merely that’s how they existed) that almost acted similar to familiars. On top of it all of course a pair of feathery black wings had ripped through the back of her shirt and spreading out wide. Cooling down by some stroke of luck Bronwyn had eventually walked away and wandered off in the dark night, walking along the streets of New York. Once she had come back down from what she now refers to as the Rage, she had freaked out for a short time over the twin serpents that twined along her arms, not threatening yet somewhat unsettling since they were making themselves at home on her body. Late that night she had began to attempt method after method that might erase these snakes until finally they were retracted into what seemed like tattoos to the average person, by a feat of spellcasting she had discovered mostly by luck. Nowadays however the United States has essentially declared war against the mutated humans, creating hunter after hunter and turning their country into a rather intolerant place. Few people close to her know of her true species and she intends to keep it that way however proud she is of what she is. She is very accepting of the supernatural due to her lifelong fascination with the subject and the fact that it exists now only pleases her more.