Brynn Nimess (Devoted)

Honor: Devoted

Name: Brynn Nimess

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Race: Hylian

Place of Origin: Castle Town – Northern Civilian

PWC:
1/3/2
Power: *
Wisdom: ***
Courage: **

Treasures:
Rejuvenation (30)
Lens of Truth (22)
Book of Mudora (7)

Magic Proficiency
Rupee Riches
25 Rupees

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 90lbs

Equipment:
A man of modest estate, Brynn has a number of possessions he may call his own, keeping them at his own personal home in Hyrule Castle Town. Most everything in that small, two-storied house can be credited to his name, though he does not often have guests at the place. Nevertheless, the small-time royalties he collects to those works attached to his names as well as a modest, scholarly pension keep the man living comfortably, so to speak.

In the city the man often wears nicer garments, perhaps erring more on the side of the expensive and gaudy apparel. A man who appreciates nice things when he can get his fingers around them, Brynn can usually be found wearing garments of comfortable or coveted fabrics, sometimes even found in silk. Because of his status as a scholar, though, the man is forced to keep a somewhat low-profile, usually sticking to shades of brown and dark gray.

When outside the city the attire is forced to change a bit in the direction of effectiveness. Being a man of frighteningly thin stature, he often wears a layer beyond what most people would find comfortable. With stout trousers to hide his knobby legs, held up by a thick leather belt that also holds a dozen pouches or other pockets, Brynn does his best to hide his slimness with bulky clothing. A baggy shirt with a couple of buttons toward the collar usually fits itself over the man’s emaciated torso, and he more often than not will cover the entire affair with a heavy, russet-colored travelling cloak, fit with many more pockets for him to stash his things.

Beyond just apparel, Brynn carries perhaps too many items for his own good, some of them magical though many of them not. Between the ink, quills, journals, and old maps the man often lugs around with him, the man’s few excursions are often over-prepared for, though this stems largely from his lack of experience with them.

Appearance:
Brynn Nimess is a short man, by all comparable standards. Situated at a meager five feet and seven inches, height is clearly not an area of strength for the man. Despite being so low to the ground, though, he is unhealthily thin nonetheless, weighing no more than 90 pounds. With such unsuspecting stature, the man carries nearly nothing to his advantage regarding his appearance.

His face is far from handsome, remarkably easy to forget and perhaps a bit disproportioned. A faded brown color, his hair is already beginning to thin and his hairline recede toward the front of his head, a bald patch similarly appearing toward the top of his skull as well. His eyes are a washed out, grayish blue color, usually more solid in darker lights, and his mouth seems perpetually twisted in a bit of sour distaste with whatever may surround him.

In response to years spent pouring over books, his neck is slender and a bit crane-like, usually twisting this way and that to get a better look at a passerby or check some page in a tome. Familiar with a pen and little else, his fingers are long and slender, incapable of bearing a tremendous amount of weight at a time though looking perhaps more capable than most of his emaciated, shrunken form.

From years of malnutrition his skin is sallow looking and his bones can be seen clearly through the skin. With knobby arms and bony wrists, the man looks exceedingly thin, with the one exception being his belly. Surprisingly swollen, the man’s belly extends above his waistline a fair bit; with the rest of his body in mind it looks peculiar indeed. The size, though, cannot be attributed to fat but rather to the intestines themselves, inflamed and unnaturally enlarged, the man’s prime source of his discomfort in his every waking moment.

Residence:
Brynn owns a small but comfortable home in the Noble Estates of Hyrule Castle-Town.

Backstory:
Arnon and Lissa Nimess were indeed a story of true and spontaneous love, the man falling for the woman within three heartbeats and taking her hand in marriage and enjoying a glorious first year.

They thought it was romantic too, at the time.

It wasn’t long, though, before both of them began to feel the strains of life and their own personalities affect their marriage, and so they aimed to bring a child into the world in the hopes that a common goal would bring them happiness in this world that seemed ever more reproachful.

No bells tolled for Brynn Nimess’ birth in the small town of Nabooru. Temples remained unstruck by lightning, and the earth remained unshaken as life entered the world once more. For the two parents of the child, though, it would bring a momentary elation and a respite of sorts for a strained marriage as they reveled in the joy of having their own son. Like all other parents, though, they quickly found their child less of a portal into joy and more of a magnifying glass to all friction it seemed they could muster as they trudged through one day after another.

It did little to help things, too, when they found their boy seemed to be chronically sick from the time he struck his toddler years, and very soon the stress seemed to set in on both of them. Arnon quickly found that his anger, something he thought the joy of his marriage would erase, came back easily in the light of a sick child and an unhappy wife, and he grew distant from his family, spending long times out in nature and away from his life he had come to loathe so deeply, cursing everything around him for the seeming inability to find contentment.

Lissa, on the other hand, was left at home on their small piece of land with a sick child. Finances were not a huge concern in such a small town, but she quickly found herself discontented with her allotment in life, and her mandate to take care of a sick child for the next dozen years seemed almost more than she could take. It was no surprise, then, that Brynn’s earliest family memories involved his two parents screaming at each other.

Bred from such an early age, human hatred burned itself into that child’s bones. While he may have wanted all of them to get along, that thought was lost in early years as he understood more and more why that was impossible. As the years progressed, Brynn found himself less concerned with the aura his family had, though, and more concerned with his own problems; his tendency to be a sick child didn’t appear to be something he would simply grow out of but rather something that continued to get worse as his body developed. After a few months of some of the worst of it, the family finally called in a physician who did his best to explain Brynn’s condition to the whole family, describing it in a way the boy would not forget: a disease where your body attacked itself.

The boy looked to his family and easily understood the concept.

Only a few months later Lissa disappeared leaving Arnon with the nine year old child in the midst of another bout of sickness. It would only be a few weeks later before Arnon decided as well that he could not cope with the life he had signed up for over ten years prior. In the interest of Brynn, though, Arnon proved at least slightly more responsible about the whole matter, taking his child to Hyrule Castle Town and trying to find somewhere to place the child in the massive city.

After some effort, the father finally convinced a certain boarding school to take his son on the promise that he would send a portion of his own livings to support the sickly, wretched child. For Brynn, this whole exchange would pass in a blur of sickness, finally recovering and coming to his full wits only by the time both of his parents had fully exited his life.

For the next several years, magic would keep his sickly symptoms largely under control, though they never seemed to be able to suppress the pain he would endure. Not the toughest of all men, Brynn Nimess would find chronic pain to be a very sour window to see life through. Much like his family life had been, chronic pain in the man’s intestines would shape his entire world more than his magical studies ever would. He soon learned defeating the pain would be impossible, just like curing his parents of their resentment would have been.

Coping was the only possible response.

He did his best to find distractions, focusing on pleasures found in women, alcohol, or simply in knowledge, but the best they could do was numb the world. After years of this lifestyle, once more coping came with time, though it didn’t really lessen the whole ordeal rather than just allow time to pass without ending his life. While it came at first out of necessity, Brynn found himself drowning in self-addiction and general bitterness.

Surely the man had acquaintances and perhaps even friends, but in the light of a deep self-interest and general ease to anger, the man proved remarkably difficult. Rather than easily empathizing with anyone in pain, Brynn would be the first to compare it to his life and find it unworthy or lacking in comparison. To say he resented people for his state would perhaps be too much, but it certainly created an even greater level of intolerance in the young man.

Compared to them, with their complacency and general ignorance and lack of personal pain in life, Brynn found people to be the easiest thing to direct his anger toward.

As the man reached his twenties and the years progressed there, his temper fell slightly with yet more time, though mostly just in fewer external outbursts. At the very least, it allowed the man to finally get a job and live the part of supporting himself in Castle Town, becoming a teacher at school similar to the one he had spent most of his childhood in. The job promised very little in terms of nostalgic happiness for Brynn, though, but rather just an easy way into the academic world.

While the momentary pleasures of things like drunkenness or simply getting angry could take the edge off his discontentment for a time, it proved to be a lack of overall drive that was turning him mad. As he began to delve more into academics, though, he began to focus more on magical theory, especially surrounding artifacts and history. The topic provided genuine interest to the man, for once, and he found himself faced with a spark of what had driven his mother away all those years ago. From deep within himself, Brynn observed a desire to be something more than he was. Perhaps it was power or fame or to be known, but he felt the urge to have something more than he was familiar with.

Personality:
Drawn from a lifetime of chronic pain, Brynn’s daily response to life is based largely on himself and his own slanted reasoning. From the time the man was a boy he was overwhelmed by how many situations seemed unconquerable, and so the man learned to endure and cope with the world. With life permanently in discomfort, Brynn’s focuses on a day to day basis are primarily on himself and any small pleasure that would make life seemingly more bearable if even for a moment.

Unsurprisingly, though, the enjoyment of such things faded quickly, failing to support his sordid life and dumping him back onto the streets of unhappiness. It is such a cold state that brings this man to his eternal state of disgruntlement. Always irritated and never quite satisfied, the man may vex the more sensitive folk, but among his regular acquaintances he’s often thought to be petty and unable to be pleased.

While in his younger years the man embraced this pervading irritation as raw anger, often lashing out at anyone who might trigger his quick fuse, the man has matured a small amount, now slightly able to work with people. Internally, though, the man is much the same, learning a bit of self-control but never really finding any amount of peace.

Knowing his anger is often irrational or directionless, the man has grown accustomed to justifying all elements of himself on a regular basis. Any pain is trumped by his pain. Any thought process is ultimately inferior to his logic. Any need is less than his need. Consumed by bitterness at the world around him, the man is, though he would never admit it, quite intolerant and unreasonable on a regular basis.

But in recent years, the man has discovered something new—perhaps the most refreshing thing he’s experienced in a long while: ambition. Distracted for so long with his own pain and anger, the man successfully shoved this trait from his mother down a hole for a long while, only finding it once more as he grew more and more fatalistic about his whole life. Consumed by stories of ancient treasures now lost in Hyrule, of wonders unseen since ages long past, the man has found, perhaps, a goal.

While his anger and frustration is always present, it has, in recent times, taken a backseat to his goals and desires to be something more than he is. After all, he has very little to lose now.