BRYNJOLF

[BRYNJOLF]

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[/i] like is his nose, which is positioned rather awkwardly; a sure sign of a few breaks and awkward re-settings. He's rarely seen without some stubble on his cheeks and there's definitely evidence of a goatee and 'tash there. And since we're being quite casual, here, it's easy to say that Brynjolf has what people would call 'smiley eyes' - crinkled lightly at the edges and narrowed playfully. They have a striking color; an icy blue that seems to come hand-in-hand with the ginger hair.

He considers himself handsome and isn't afraid to flaunt it, though not to the point of vanity (or so he thinks). For a man his age, he doesn't look a day over thirty.[/ul]

BIOGRAPHY

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Ma was always telling me that I should stop taking work at the mill so seriously and have some fun like a young man should at my age. At seventeen years of age, I suppose she was right. Da, of course, always disagreed with her, since I was the only competent worker at the mill (with Baldr away at Bard's College), and I always agree with Da. Yet, just this once, I deigned to agree with her. I don't like writing, but I feel like actually using this journal, just this once.

I... I met a lass. Her name's Edja. She's only just moved to Ivarstead and we got to talking when she was strolling around the mill.

By the nine, my hands are actually shaking. I may just be smitten.

4E 173,
Loredas, 16th of Sun's Height 6:47 PM.

She said she liked my accent. I didn't know I had one.

I think she was joking, yet I'm grinning anyway.

4E 173,
Sundas, 17th of Sun's Height, 7:12 AM.

I took Ma's advice today and insisted that I deserved a day off to Da. It took an hour or two, but he finally agreed. Told me I could take every Sundas off, but I've to work harder around the mill.

I don't really mind. I already have my day planned. Edja's agreed to meet me at the bridge leading to the 7,000 steps.

4E 173,
Sundas, 17th of Sun's Height, 1:31 PM.

By the Nine, when she said she knew how we could spend the day, I wasn't expecting her to lure a bear into chasing us! My hands are still shaking. I can barely read my own writing. I'm ashamed to admit I nearly soiled myself, yet it was absolutely exhilarating. Edja insists the bear's gone, but I still don't want to leave this little alcove.

She's sitting beside me as I write. I thought she'd scoff at me for having something as girly as a journal, but she says it's a good idea.

Maybe I'll craft one for her.

4E 173,
Morndas, 19th of Sun's Height, 3:00 PM.

I kissed Edja yesterday, on the road back into town, and I haven't seen her since. She didn't respond and she seemed very withdrawn on the way back. I've used my break to search for her, but I can't find her anywhere.

Da's looking angry. Ma's face is pinched.

What's going on?

4E 173,
Tirdas, 27th of Sun's Height, 7:57 PM.

I don't know what to think. I was ambushed on the way home after looking for Edja, by a group of three thugs who told me to 'watch who's tail I was chasing.' They got me fairly good, too. It was at least an hour before I could drag myself home, with a broken nose and what I suspected was a few broken ribs.

It was two days before Edja visited with who she introduced as her father and told me everything. Said she was sorry, that she didn't mean to lead me on, that she was betrothed to a some Jarl's cousin and thought I was just some farm boy friend.

To add salt to the wound, her father had no intention of leaving Ivarstead, and because I was the threat, he insisted I needed to go. I can't go back. My Ma and my Da, they objected, but I didn't want them in trouble, so I didn't put up much of a fuss. I can't even scrounge up enough bitterness and anger for an insult.

In a matter of days my life was thrown to the dogs. With this streak of bad luck, I'm surprised I haven't fallen sick from the constant traveling. My course is to Solitude - to my brother, Baldr. He'll take care of me.

4E 173,
Middas, 28th of Sun's Height.

Jinxed myself.

Can barely write.

So hard to breathe, don't want to die.

4E 173,
Morndas, 8th of Last Seed.

I expected to be in Solitude and with Baldr, but I'm content with my lot. I have to admit, I'm surprised I was even able to write that last entry. I'd caught The Cold, or what people said was Pneumonia. That's hard to pronounce, though, so I'll stick with The Cold.

Something had to have been looking out for me on that night. Gallus found me, barely alive, while he was on the road back to Riften. He brought me there, too, and for the life of me I can't understand why he would help me. It's not often you find someone as selfless.

It was a few days before I woke up. Gallus explained to me that he was part of the Thieves Guild and that I was inside the Ratway underneath Riften. It explained the stench, anyway.

Told me that if I wanted to repay the debt, I could join the Guild. I didn't have to, he said, but he seemed almost satisfied when I agreed. I'd had too much terrible things happen to me to put up a fight. I've yet to regret that decision.

I'm currently waiting for night, on my first 'official' mission. Just a small in-and-out job, along with Gallus himself and Karliah. He said I could get places.

4E 173
Sundas, 20th of Sun's Dusk.

Three months here. The people here are more like my family than my real one.

I've considered going back, or finding Baldr in Solitude, but... I find I don't really want to.

The Guild is flourishing. People may consider us lawless thugs, but with Maven Black-Briar now behind us, life here is rich. Busy, but rich.

4E 176

Gallus is dead. By Karliah's hand. His lover.

By Ysmir, I hope she rots in hell. Mercer is barely breathing after getting back from Snow Veil Sanctum.

So help me, if she walks through that door I will make sure she can't even repent!

4E 201

I'm surprised this thing isn't illegible by now. Or found out, considering it's been under my mattress for night on thirty years.

Things have been bad. Nobody is bringing in any good hauls lately and the people of Riften are growing more confident. Refusing to give us money.

Mercer continues to get increasingly cantankerous, and I have my fair share of bruises from him. As his second, I have to deal with him. Rather me than my family who has to suffer.

By the Nine, I should have a wife and children by now. I have enough gold to retire - Gods, that word - and yet I can't turn my back on the Guild. Not now.

The Emperor's been killed. Dragons are popping up. Bloodshed is everywhere.

It's like our luck's ran out. I pray Nocturnal will keep the Guild standing.[/ul]

MISCELLANEOUS

[/i] 4E 156, 18th of Last Seed.
BIRTHSIGN: The Warrior.
BIRTH PLACE: Ivarstead.
CURRENT HOME: Riften.
RELIGION: Brynjolf does not put too much focus on Religion, though he is known to pray to Noctural, especially lately, for luck. As she is the patron of thieves, it's to be expected.
RANK: Thieves Guild Second.[/ul][/style]

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[COYOTE]

Brilliant! Be sure to post in the claim threads when you get the time.