Past
Most of the circles Brynn passed through on his journey remember him as a kind and brave ironsworn, famous for hunting dangerous beasts, dancing beautifully, and leaving a trail of young men questioning their sexualities in his wake. He never stayed too long in one place, though, always marching forward to the mysterious mountain he saw in his dreams... And one day, he made it.
The Mountain ignited his magic, bestowed an ancient axe upon him, and gave him a new duty: let no living thing gaze up on the secrets inside, not even himself, or the world will surely be destroyed. It had to use its thrall magic to puppet him through his first few murders, but trapped as he was in the lonely cold with no one but the voice in his head, it didn't take long to break his will. To this day, he mercilessly guards the crypt inside the Mountain, as the tales of his adventures turn into horror stories.
Present
Brynn may look terrifying as guardian of the Mountain, but he's falling apart at the seams. He's lost a leg and half a hand to frostbite, and just as many of his scars are from suicide attempts as they are from the beasts and adventurers he's slain-- the Mountain's thrall never lets him finish the job. He's not as incoherent as you might expect after spending three years in near complete isolation, but he'll have auditory hallucinations and a debilitating fear of being alone for the rest of his life.
Should Lucya and Jagal be successful in rescuing him, his true self will eventually shine back through: a sunny, charismatic, deeply affectionate man who loves a good challenge. He craves attention, and while he usually fulfills the need in fairly constructive ways, it's not uncommon for him to pester his friends or seek out an ill-advised romantic dalliance if he gets bored. His love of the spotlight is mitigated, though, by chronic pain from the serious injuries he sustained on the Mountain and a mild insecurity about his current appearance.
One of the ways he's stayed as sane and fit as he has is through his love of dancing; fascinated by different traditions, he made sure to learn at least one dance from every circle he visited, and in the dead of night during his years on the mountain, he perfected every single one. He's a fine teacher, too, though the energy required to maintain his prosthetics in warmer climates means he can't dance for as long as he used to.
Likes roasted twinpears, embroidery, a nice jawline, and piggyback rides. Dislikes meat, collared shirts, and swimming.
