Darklands/Character Sheet - Brenna Rosenstock
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Personal
- Full Name: Brenna Catherina Rosenstock
- Common Name: Brenna
- Gender: Female
- Age: 17 years old
- Height: 5'3"
- Weight: 112 lbs.
- Breast size: 28C
- Waist: 24"
- Hips: 32"
- Skin tone: White
- Hair: Blonde
- Eyes: Grey
- Background: Nobility
- Current occupation: Noble heiress
Attributes
- Endurance: Low
- Strength: Average
- Agility: Low
- Perception: High
- Intelligence: High
- Charisma: Very high
Special skills
- Religion: Brenna has spent long hours in the castle library reading the works of the great saints and teachers of the Church and has studied under the finest tutors in Kuttenberg.
- Virtue: Brenna is a deeply devout Christian, and her soft heart, gentle nature, grace and piety have been rewarded with great favour from Heaven.
- Speak Latin: Brenna now speaks Latin as fluently as her teachers.
- Read and write: Brenna has read thousands of books, curled up in front of a warm fire.
- Ride: The princess begged her father for a pony of her own and unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he relented. Brenna loves horses and rides as well as any of her father's best men.
Weapon proficiency
- Melee weapons: Polearms
- Missile weapons: Bows
Story
Brenna has lived her entire life in the great fortress overlooking Kuttenberg, the city her father rules on behalf of the King of Bohemia. A kind, generous, affectionate soul, the petite, beautiful Brenna is adored by everyone in the castle. She has rarely been outside the city walls, and then only escorted by her father's guards, but she is contented with life in the castle, surrounded by love and affection.
Since the age of 11, her hand in marriage has been promised to a young prince in Vienna, to secure an alliance between Bohemia and the powerful Habsburg dynasty of Austria. Brenna is repulsed by her betrothed and is terrified at the prospect of marrying him, though she knows it is a duty she owes her family. The thought of her approaching 18th birthday, when she must marry the awful prince, makes her more anxious and unhappy by the day.
The first time she and the prince met, on the occasion of their betrothal, he had been an obnoxious, spoiled brat who delighted in bullying his younger siblings, grabbing animals by the tail, groping underneath the skirts of servant girls and swearing angrily at his mother when she would half-heartedly reproach him. At the feast he had amused himself by pelting grapes at his bride-to-be, until Brenna's protective older brother deftly flicked a spoonful of pudding into his face, at which point the young prince immediately burst into tears. The next time they met, at 14, he had tried to force himself on her in the stables, when, forcing her to her knees and roughly tugging her by the hair towards the open crotch of his trousers, he forced his erect penis into her mouth. Brenna had bitten down hard on his cock and, while her prince staggered backwards, cursing, she stood up and ran, bawling, her long white dress billowing behind her. She had spent the rest of the day in her locked chambers scrubbing at her mouth until her lips were chapped and bleeding, and the entire night in the castle cathedral, sobbing and praying for her soul to be cleansed. Then, about nine months ago, the prince and his father had arrived unexpectedly during the night, and departed again only hours later. On this occasion the prince had managed to briefly corner the princess in a corridor, and told her that when they were married, she would have to do filthy, sinful things for him, and she would have no choice but to submit. Pinning his struggling princess against the wall with one hand, he began roughly kneading one of her young breasts with the other. Overpowered, Brenna desperately breathed a prayer for the intercession of St. Lawrence, patron of those suffering torture. Her tormentor was suddenly flung to the floor by an unseen hand, allowing her to escape.
Since that moment Brenna has devoted herself more than ever to her religious studies, and spends most of her free time in church. Kneeling in silent prayer before the crucifix, bathed in radiant light filtered through the tall stained glass windows of the cavernous Gothic cathedral, Brenna feels God's infinite love and grace within her heart and all around her. She now prays mainly for her family and the castle servants, and all other innocents in the land - the drums of war beat ever louder and Brenna fears for those she loves so dearly. Though her deep, soft eyes quiver and fill with tears at the thought of violence and the idea of hurting another of God's creations makes her physically ill, she has sadly resigned herself to the reality that the day may come when she has to defend herself without the aid of prayer. With the blessing of her mother and father, she began training under the castle's master-at-arms and despite her small frame and reluctance to fight, she has become a competent archer and can defend herself with light polearms.
Personality
Brenna is surely the sweetest, gentlest, purest girl in the whole Empire. She accepts and extends Christian kindness and charity with a becoming grace that is almost divine. Her faith is her strength and her inspiration: her greatest desire is to fulfill God's plan for her and comprehend the mysteries of the Holy Trinity. She hates violence and forgives instantly. Her family and servants are all fiercely protective of their angelic princess, and would lay down their lives to defend her life and honor.
Tragically, like so many that are pure-hearted and innocent, under her serene exterior Brenna is tormented by a fascination with the forbidden and profane. Once, her burning curiosity got the better of her and she climbed up to the very top shelf in the castle library and took down several books she knew her parents hadn't wanted her to read. Eyes wide as saucers, she read through pages and pages describing blasphemous ceremonies of the witch cults, and looked in shock upon graphic illustrations of demonic sexual heresies. Since that day, Brenna has feverishly sought out and devoured all the books she can find on witchcraft. Though she knows it is sinful and fears the punishment her lust will certainly bring, every night when she's alone in bed the burning fire between her thighs breaks her will and she silently rubs her sopping wet pussy to the release of orgasm, imagining herself in the middle of a depraved, demonic sex ritual. The next morning, alone in church, Brenna whimpers softly, tears trickling down her cheeks, and begs silently for forgiveness and freedom from the bondage of sin.
Through her struggles, Brenna has grown to know herself better and has developed a quiet inner strength.
Appearance
Brenna is blessed with a pretty round face, with big, expressive grey-blue eyes and full pink lips, framed by flowing honey-golden locks that cascade down her back. Her smile melts all hearts, and radiates the kindness and purity of her soul. Her effortless, innocent beauty could make even the devil cry. She was born with a slight golden tan.
Brenna prefers to dress modestly but elegantly, usually in white or pale blue dresses that bring out her eyes. Puberty came as an unpleasant shock to the young Brenna, but she has grown comfortable and even proud of her body. She is happy with her modest height and her still slightly girlish figure. Her breasts, with their small, delicate pink nipples, are pert and round without being obscenely large, over her toned, gently tapering stomach. Brenna's slightly guilty pride is her lower half. Brenna's favourite feature is her shapely, sculpted thighs, thick and muscular thanks to years of riding, and even wider than her hips at their fullest point. Brenna also likes her cute, full butt, even if it's overshadowed by her sexy legs. She loves her puffy innie pussy that looks exactly as it did when she was a girl - fleshy, plump outer lips that form a prominent mound that strains against her undergarments, and hide her inner lips and clitoris, even with legs apart. Brenna gets it waxed regularly by her most trusted servant girl.
Brenna wears a simple wooden crucifix around her neck, which she never takes off.
