`Basics
Name: Brogan Harfang
Age: 24
Type: Druid Outcast
Nobility: Commoner/Craftsman
Origins: Brogan was born in the Welsh valleys in a Druidic settlement, but raised travelling around Albion with her father and so has a rather broad Middle-England accent. She seperated from her father when she was eighteen, and arrived in Camelot to settle down when she turned nineteen.
She lives in a small wooden caravan on the edge of the forest; a rounded houses, covered with sewn leather and rawhide to keep the water off. Unlike the gaudy gypsy vans it has no bright painted colours; the wood is old and dark. It has no windows and Brogan burns few candles to light her way; the door is hung wih cued pelts and animals for selling, usually birds and rabbits. To the side of the van is a tent; this is where Brogan prepares her leathers and furs, so the tent is thick leather to keep the smell in.
Alongside her van grazes her horse; a huge grey gypsy vanner with no name and no spirit. Brogan will not sell him, for fear that she may have to move on in the future.

`Appearance
Eye colour: Hazel; mixture of brown and green.
Hair colour: Dark brown.
General Appearance: At first glance, most mistake Brogan for a man. Standing fairly tall for a woman at 5'8, she wears worn clothes that hide her feminine shape and a large furred hood to hide her face; excellent at her work, she resents being though inferior due to her sex but, since she deals with mostly servants, her good work and low cost often mean that beng a woman is overlooked. Though Brogan owns a few respectable dresses, she wears trousers as they make chasing down animals a lot easier, and they make less noise. No matter what she is wearing, Brogan always tends to layer her clothes; cotton, leather, wool; shirt over shirt, coats over waistcoats. Her father taught her that it is better to wear lots of light clothes as oppsed to thicker wool, because you can always shed outer layers as you need. She is always found earing gloves, and her boots are handsewn leather, though she wears wool socks and fur slippers beneath them. Of course, she carries a small knife for skinnig, a string bag which is usually full of rabbits and is usually found with her quiver full, carrying her bow, which her father had made specially.

She has a lean physique, honed by years of hunting and travel, as well as the occasional run in with some of her larger quarry; Brogan isn't incredibly muscled as her work tends to need agility and a silent step rather than brute strength - travelling nearly everywhere on foot keeps her in good shape. Her long-fingered hands are worn from years of hard work, especially her right fingers which hold the hard calluses of a lifelong archer.
Being one of few women who are not thought of by their appearance, Brogan doesn't generally keep hers as well. Her hair is usually an unkempt, shaggy mess that is held back with leather strips. The colour of wet earth with natural curls, she keeps the tangled mass cut just above her elbow - she cuts it herself with one of her leather-work blades. While not in the habit of stling it, Brogan tries to keep it from becoming too unmanagable with the occasional soap-wash and her trusty wooden comb.
Her eyes are mutable; mosly brown, they can flash green if they catch the light in the right way. Like the rest of her, they are of the earth - Brogans appearance is that of the woods and the animal places. She smells like wet grass, dry earth and blood.

Brogan has quite a few scars, mainly from slipped knives or childhood mishaps, however the largest of her scars has a very different encounter; at the age of seven, Brogan wandered away from the camp her father had made outside a small town. She wandered into a nearby wood and got lost; it was almost nightfall when she happened upon a bear. She tried to sneak away but the bear caught her scent and attacked; she managed to outrun it but, tripping in her fear, she fell and the bear delivered a raking blow to her back. Fortunatly, since she had been running when the bear aimed it's strike, the blow only caught her on the down swing, and the wound wasn't fatal. The next one would have been, had her father and the searchers from the village not arrived at the point, and sunk at least ten arrows into the animal's chest. Brogan was taken to the village physician, who bound the deep gashes in her back - even now, the stuffed paw of that bear hangs inside her caravan; a slightly morbid gift from her father.
They became a scar starting at the right side of her neck and striking down diagonally to above her left hip; four long knarled lines that tightened as they healed, restricting her motion somewhat. Brogan continues to purchase ointment to rub into the silver lines, which allows her scarred skin to stretch more, but even then she relies on the rest of her body to give her the agility she needs to hunt.

`Personality
Skills:

• hunting - taught by her father, she grew up learning how to snare and trap, where to find the animals and when to hunt for each type.
• tracking - woodsmanship runs in her blood, tracking has become second nature and earns her coin on occasion for finding runaway daughters.
• skinning and preparing fur or leather - smelly work, but since all her work is done in the open it doesn't bother her too much, and she doesn't use the urine nor feces that other tanners do.
• archery - having been practicing since she was ten, she is an expert marksman; she even makes and fletchs her own arrows.
• empathy [weak on humans] - explained above.
• stealth - being a hunter has left her with a habit of walking silently, and her ability to go unseen is useful in her hermit-like life.
• singing - though in her looks and attitude, she is hardly feminine, Brogan posesses a beautiful voice and loves to sing, though not for an audience.
• riding - though she has little oppurtunity to ride, growing up in a nomadic caravan, she was riding before she could walk.
• fearless - no matter how dangerous the task, if she wants to do it, she will.

Weaknesses:

• uneducated - like her father before her, she can neither read nor write and the weakness grates at her independant nature.
• cooking - Brogan has only two methods of cooking; roast and boil. It serves her well but it hardly helps with her marriage prospects.
• unrefined - hvaing lived her life travelling with her father, she has little idea of what passes for polite society; in company she is straightforward and lacks the little niceties that people people at ease.
• quick to anger - it's not hard to rile her up, and once she is angry, it takes a good few hours alone to cool down.
• weapons - aside fom the bow and her fists, she has no idea about fighting; while not one to run if threatened, Brogan avoids physical fights. Her father allowed her to learn archery, but swords and knives were 'mens tools'.
• reckless - her fearless attitude is deeply rooted in her reckless disregrd for danger; Brogan doesn't have a death wish, but she isn't scared by death and so, while she doesn't throw herself to the wolves, nothing stops her from chasing them.
• reclusive - living on in a caravan on the edge of the forest, she is effectivly a hermit and only ventures into the market or town for essentials.
• needs to prove herself - being a woman in a man's job has left her with a fierce need to be the best at what she does; she needs her work to stand up so that she can beat out lesser craftsman , who get noble patronage over her because they're male.
• compassionate - in her own rough way and perhaps because of her empathy, she is deeply affected by the negative emotiosn and situatiosn of others; it's a flaw that is the reason for her low cost of work, and pushes her to help others [though she isn't good at being sociable about it].
• household work - though she can sew and mend fair well, cleaning and keeping house are concepts foreign to her; the insid of her caravan is always cluttered. Only in her work does she have a sense of order.

Personality Overview:

Brogan is a wild thing; she grew up with only her fathers influence and being more n touch with the animals they hunted than those who would buy from them. She is fairly masculine, cursing the fate that granted her a woman’s soft form [and a rather shapely one at that] – though not the sort to complain, she makes the most of the life she has. Brogan is a hardy woman, used to the cold and raw life of a commoner; she is straight-forward, verging on the blunt. More than anything, she is a loner – living on the fringe, avoiding people unless she has to speak with them. Growing up a traveller means she has lost the knack for being civil and easy with people; she finds herself unable to relate to strangers and so pushes them away.

A hunter by choice, Brogan has always had a temper; silent and terse when she is in control, her anger is that of seething and brewing grudges. She will not start a fight [but she will finish one], her own anger appears in cold dismissals and silent departures. She does not forgive easily, and will keep to her grudges stubbornly, even if it puts her at a disadvantage. She has gone a few winters without candles or vegetables, all because of her pride. She can be bitingly cruel, choosing her words to cut like a blade – it’s not really her way. She prefers to just remove the cause of her anger; cutting people out of her life.

Her cold nature is learned, however. As a young child, she was affectionate and talkative, but as the nomadic life took its toll, Brogan became quieter. She was never in a place long enough to make friends, and their status as travelers mean that there were fewer and fewer people who were friendly to them. As she withdrew further and further into herself, focusing only on her work, she mentally set herself apart from people. She was not like them, couldn’t understand them and they defiantly could not understand her. Brogan became solitary, and it suited her – but it made her cold and harsh, turning her away from the bright and warm child she had been. It is a lonely existence, even if she won’t admit it.

Brogan is, above all, fiercely independent. She has the skills to live by her own hand; hunting her food, making her own clothes and blankets and all she needs she has in her caravan – this self-preservation is very important to her. Knowing that she can manage without help gives her backbone; while allowing her rough nature to run unchecked. Being a woman in a man’s world and work, she needs that assurance to bolster her and keep her working to be accepted.
She is also unendingly curious; she is constantly exploring, touching things, picking objects up and examining them. It has cost her no end of trouble, as people do not usually like her picking their possessions up, or wandering round their land. It is her curiousity that takes her into the town more often than not – she wonders how people live their lives, how they talk to one another, how the royalty spend their days.


`Magic
Sorcerer/Druid: Druid [outcast]
Powers: Due to her diluted blood, Brogan's powers are weak and erratic; her druidic blood manifests itself in the form of empathy. Growing up with her father, who was a woodsman to the bone, Brogan found that she would sometimes start to feel something, sddenly a though it was being pressed upon her. It greatly alarmed her; her father could be buying a chicken from the market and she would feel a kind of idle dumbness, or she would be chasing rabbits and fall, her limbs frozen with strangling fear. When she confessed these strange attacks to her father, he explained that it may be magic. It was the first time Brogan learnt about her mother.
At the time, the Druids were not totally in hiding and, knowing the places where hey might reside, Brogan's father took her to them. She spent a week with a settlement, learning the basic idea behind controlling her power - her father would not let her stay and she had no wish to leave him so, after a week, he returned. Fortunatly, her power was weak and she could only feel the barest of emotions from people, enough to tell whether it was good or bad but not clear enough to feel much more; she could not tell the difference between grief and fear, or happiness and lust. With animals, there were few emotions to hear and less mind to complicate things, and she felt them strongly. The main use she found for her talent is in hunting, something that would no doubt earn censure from the Druids; her power gives her sight beyond sight - she can stand in a clearing and know, by their fear or caution, where the living stand in the forest around her.

`Family Life
Mother: Luan Brannagh [druid, possibly still alive]
Father: Hogan Harfang [hunter/furrier/falconer, deceased]
Siblings: possibly some half-siblings, out in the world.
Spouse: none
Heir's and Children: none
History: Hogan Harfang was a traveller; he would hunt for his meals, sell his wares where he could, but he would keep moving. Only once did he stay in one place for too long, and that time resulted in a daughter.
Hogan was living at a noblemans house in Wales at the time, having taken some time out from travelling to take work as the Lord's falconer - he was skiled at his job and had a rapport with the birds that the noble admired. They were on a hunt when the Lord's prize hawk suddenly flew off into the forest - Hogan went to retrieve it, only to find the bird on the arm of a beautiful woman. Her name was Luan and she was a Druid, a mind reader who had called the hawk to her.
Entranced, Hogan spoke to her and she confessed she had been watching him - they fell together. Hogan returnd the hawk, but continued to wander into teh forest, knowing that his Welsh Witch would find him. Then one afternoon, he went to her and she told him she was pregnant - Hogan was overjoyed, but she was less so because she was already married, and feared her husband's wrath.
So when she began to show he took her in, hiding her from the searching Druids and his companions at the castle. In the evening of the fall, Luan's time came and Hogan delivered the baby clumsily. Luan would not hold her; when she was rested, she left him and rejoined her people, telling them she had no memory of her disapearance. Hogan doted on his newborn daughter - he left Wales and what questions may have been asked. He named the child Brogan, after his father - he had already decided that, since he had no idea about raising a girl, he would just raise her strong.

Brogan grew up on the road - she learnt her trade from her father, her skills from passing craftsmen or market folk, and her gender from the women her father would entrust her to when he went to the tavern. She grew up strong, but quiet; never staying in one place for too long meant tha she had few friends and, eventually, she gave up trying to make them. She became withdrawn and intensely focused on all tha her father had to teach her; Brogan developed a curiousity about the animals her father was teaching ehr to hunt, and was soon spending all her spare time watching them, usually from high trees.
She spent most of her younger years in a kind of freedom - she would work with her father, taking care of their meals and clothes, as well as learning his trade - but for the most part, she was allowed to entertain herself as she liked. As she grew older, and her empathic ability afforded her better security, Brogan wandered further and indulged her habits for tree climbing and deer chasing. As she passed thirteen, her father began to ask more and more of her; by the time she was sixteen, she was doing most of the work. Just before she turned eighteen, Hogan annouced that he was going to travel back to Wales - he had paid a scribe to write a letter to his old Lord's heir, and was going to be a falconer again. Brogan was upset and angry, believing he was abandoning her; she was cold all the way to Wales, even as he was saying goodbye - they never reconciled.

Brogan's life for the next two years was hard - she had a few older contacts who would buy from her on the strength of her father's name, but few people wanted to buy from an unmarried woman who travelled on her own. She had some trade with the gypsies of the north, but eventually found herself travelling to Camelot.
She camped and hunted in the forest, finding it rich in animal life; disguising her sex as much as she could, she took her wares to market, where her work and low prices meant that she sold enough to consider staying. The travelling life had been her enire life, and she was willing to try staying still - after a few more market days, she earned a few loyal customers, though news of her gender drove more away. It was a good balance, since she needed money only to buy cloth and upkeep for her tools - she managed to carve herself a life in Camelot, and has been there since.

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