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[color=#66C7FF][b]Name:[/b][/color] Briar (a.k.a Saelella) 

[color=#66C7FF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 24 (Born 178AC)

[color=#66C7FF][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] 

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Briar would not strike one as a typical Lyseni born slave, for many are bred to encourage the Valryian features. Yet if someone gets close to her they would notice her lilac eyes, thr only sign of her descent, the rest masked by features from a father whom she has never known. A small tear drop shaped tattoo adorns the cheek beneath her right eye and is an enduring reminder of her former position as a slave and a worker in the pleasure houses of Volantis. Her black coils are one of her most outstanding features and she often wears her hair naturally, though when the days become hot she braids or plaits it in order to maintain some control. As with any worker at a high-end brothel, her clothes may be made of cheap fabrics but they are always clean, of suggestive designs, and flattering for her figure. 

[color=#66C7FF][b]Biography:[/b][/color]

Born in the beautiful city of Lys, Saelella's life could have been one of delight & ease if she had been born under the right parentage. Unfortunately her mother, who would live her whole life in that one small city, worked in a pillow house. The woman's life was hard and short, and Saelellas birth was one of many unwanted pregnancies. There was no room for a child in the pillow houses or the pleasure gardens, and when she was a babe she was sold to a mercantile. He went on to trade her for a young colt in Volantis. At a young age she was marked with a small tear shaped tattoo beneath her right eye, something which would determine the direction of the rest of her life. She fought against her life in the pleasure houses, which initially was spent acting as little more than a scullery maid, running away and receiving whippings or worse. But when she was old enough she was deemed fit for [I]proper[/I] work.   

Eventually the days, months, and years wore on Saelella as they did most others and she lost her fire. Yet she still always retained some hope that there would be a way out. She listened carefully to all she came across, leaning bits and pieces of the common tongue, eventually having enough to converse, albeit in a very broken manner. Saelella worked hard and attempted to please her masters, never putting a foot out of place. She even became well known about Volantis for being able to offer anything a man could want and was often in high demand. Saelella hated it but she became adept at pretending; it was much easier if one could adopt another persona for a night.

It was one day that her services were bought by a Westerosi, one who appeared of high status and wealth. It was not unusual but also not as commonplace as may it would have been in Lys. Though he had already paid her master, he refused her advances and instructed her simply to talk to him about anything. She was nervous for her common tongue was poor but she stumbled through, telling him of her life, of the thoughts that ran through her mind, of the things that she loved and hated. He laughed at first at her speech but when he saw her horrified expression, quickly reassured Saelella that he was impressed and only laughed because he had not expected it. He spoke Volantene well and had been more than willing to converse in her mother tongue. Saelella relaxed, for the first time in a long time, and he came to speak to her on many more occasions. 

One evening she heard shouting from her masters quarters, crashes of broken furniture and cases, and finally the appearance of the man in her room. He explained that he had paid for her freedom but that they must leave quickly for he had accidentally called the master a fopdoodle, which he later admitted he had made up on the spot. It was then, as they escaped the crowded slums of Volantis, that the man finally explained who he was. A westerosi named Rylen. He asked her is she wanted a new name, for hers was that of a slave and not of her own choosing. She agreed and eventually (after suggesting some names such as leek and cat) chose Briar, after the rose bushes that he had shown her paintings of. She was 20 then and they travelled together around Essos for a time, until she begged him to arrange for her travel over to Westeros. Briar wished to see these free lands and find a life there, and he was oft busy & she impatient for more. He was hesitant, for he said he would not go back to Westeros himself, but eventually conceded and agreed to pay for her safe passage over. They bid farewell at Pentos and he told her to go to the Reach if the rest of Westeros disappointed her, for there she could find his family. 

Upon arriving at Kings Landing, Briars life did not go as she imagined and her first year was a hard one, often living life as little more than a beggar. She tried to find other trade but her tattoo marked her, even here, and eventually she found herself wandering into a high end brothel on the street of silk. She was taken on and though it was not what she had wished, it was familiar and at least she was no longer a slave...at least in the strict sense. The men (and women) were the same as ever but she had learnt much from Rylen, and was much more fluent with her words than she had once been. She is still learning and listening, but she has impressed the madame Vorella, and often gets to take care of the more high calibre clientele.  

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