[RD APP] Nasya Brannon

_{//holy heck it took forever, but I'm finally satisfied with the details and the art for this darling child---
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GENERAL INFORMATION:

Name:                    Nasya Anise Brannon
Gender:                  Female (she/her pronouns, please)
D.O.B:                     August 18th
Age:                        24 y/o
Height:                   5’ 9” (175.6cm)
Weight:                  128 lbs (58 kg)
Occupation:           Tattooist + budding photographer
Street:                    Lichen Lane
Nationality:            Russian-American

Voice Headcanon:  Blythe Pepino (www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqqmzB… and www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jt0J46…)

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PERSONAL INFORMATION:

Personality:

Playful | Imaginative | Kind-Hearted | Driven | Gentle //V\\ Forgetful | Secretive | Idiosyncratic | Naïve | Compulsive

Not the kind of person to give up on anyone, Nasya is who you want in your corner when the going gets tough. Nine times out of ten, she has no clue how to solve a situation but will try solution after solution until something sticks and she builds off of that; a truly ‘out of the box’ thinker, she will put her bits of knowledge of anything from medical treatments to construction procedures to good use if the need arises. However, she’s got her clandestine side and rarely opens up fully to people she doesn’t know well; it takes a determined person who can match her playful dodges and pry her walls away to really discover all of her quirks.

Likes:

Hot drinks (coffee is always preferred, then teas)
Comfortable and cute clothing
 Combing the beach/diving for shells
 Dancing (even though she’s not too good)
 Leather anything
 Designing tattoos for people (it’s a nearly spiritual process for her)
 Quiet evenings wrapped in blankets with a good book or two
 Writing letters
 Cooking for herself + others
 Physical contact of any kind
 Fire (she may have a mild pyro streak //sweats) 

Dislikes:

 Overly sunny days
 Having to tame her curls every morning
 People wimping out of getting tattoos (wimping out of anything in general)
 Taking unnecessary risks
 Cruelty or derogatory treatment of any kind (to herself or others)
 Being bored/without entertainment
 HUGE social gatherings (prefers small groups or parties over big ones)
 Sour candies or foods
 The sight of blood (she can handle it, just not well)
 Unexpected nuts in baked goods
 Being told what to do (she will fight you (ง •̀_•́)ง)

Sexuality:

Pansexual.

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How long have they lived in Lichbarrow?:

Four months.

Why did they move here?:

Most of her life—at least the parts she was old enough to remember—had been spent in sunny places and she figured it was time for a change. In reality, she wanted a quiet place to call home where she wasn’t surrounded by the sounds of heavy traffic and densely packed buildings; have a place to spread her wings and start to discover more about herself. And, of course, practice honing her skills as a tattooist and design artist. Though that meant leaving a lot of ‘friends’ who seemed to forget about her the moment she was outside of the city, she’s happier for it and welcomes the sound of rain on her rooftop in contrast to the din of the urban life. She loves being able to wake up in the mornings and smell the salty ocean breeze, following her own schedule and going wherever her heart leads her.

Biography/History:

(TL;DR: Nasya grew up on the coast, moved to the city for better schooling + to live with her grandparents, started art school as a design student and found her calling in being a tattoo artist; big city life became too much, she wanted something more peaceful so was gifted part of her inheritance and moved to Lichbarrow.)

Nasya’s mother likes to joke that she was born in the ocean, which isn’t too far from the truth; though she wasn’t in the water at the time of her birth, from the time she could walk she was always on the beach and in the waves. The family home was right on the coast, nestled in a small town that thrived on the annual beachgoers that flocked to the white-gold sand and clear water every spring and summer. Growing up in such a place, where half of the year there were more people than the beaches could hold and the other half leaving the streets like those of a ghost town, she learned quickly how to make friends and let them go in the span of weeks, months even. Still, it was hard when there were so few locals near her own age, and more often than not she would have periods of sadness following the tourist booms, finding solace in keeping journals and combing the beaches for hours on end—anything to keep herself occupied.

When she was 14, her parents decided to send her to live with her grandparents in a large city several hours away, in order to give her the best education they could—as up until that point she had been receiving her schooling at home and while she excelled academically, she was growing more quiet and withdrawn. The change was drastic, when Nasya had grown up around the same 200 or so people and now was thrown into the deep end as it was; still, she made the best of it and her smartness blended with her sweet nature made her fit quite well into her new schooling system. Graduating magna cum laude, she attended a local art university at the insistence of her grandmother, and found her niche in designing patterns and designs that eventually found their way onto clothing projects of the fashion study students. It wasn’t until a passerby made the remark that her designs would look perfect as tattoos that she considered pursuing becoming a tattooist, however on presenting her ideas to members of a studio that specialized in piercings and inking up customers, she was quickly told she could excel should she choose to study the art of designing and applying tattoos.

Soon after starting her journey to learn the art of designing and applying tattoos, an older tattooist named Marcette spotted a diamond in the rough and took Nasya under her wing in her parlor. Marc brought the experience and expertise while Nasya brought creativity unmatched by most, and in the span of three years they were a teacher-and-student due who were in high demand for the unique and relatively cheap body modifications they offered. It took some time for her to get used to transferring her designs off of paper and onto someone’s skin, and mistakes were certainly made, but every time a customer walked away satisfied she considered it a small victory. Most often, Nasya worked for free in order to practice different techniques and patterns, and while it wasn’t particularly lucrative it was honing her skill set, which would come into play for her future and plans. At the end of her apprenticeship, Marcette told her novice that she was retiring in order to travel and be with family, and bequeathed her equipment and all of her materials to the budding artist; left with large shoes to fill in the parlor, she had a steady stream of both walk-in and long-term clients over the course of a year and a half.

Slowly it began to overwhelm her, the largeness of the city and the constantly increasing workload of patrons who came to her, and to her dismay it started to be less enjoyable to design and apply tattoos, less of a fun occupation and more of a tiresome chore. She found herself missing the quietness of her hometown, and after a lot of deliberation and discussion with her parents and grandparents she began to cut her ties in the urban metropolis, looking for somewhere serene to move to. Having a small amount of money saved already, it came as a surprise when her grandparents pulled her aside and gave her a sizable chunk of her eventual inheritance; more than enough to purchase her own home and keep her living comfortably for a while. Finding information about a small town called Lichbarrow along the coast with a cooler, more rain-filled average season—a welcome change from the heat and near-constant sunlight of the city—she was quick to look for vacant homes and settled on one along the outskirts of the town.

Now, settled in a quaint abode with windowsill gardens and shelves stacked with books and seashells, Nasya is more content than she’s ever been, and ready to tackle whatever challenges and adventures fate sends her way.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Father:                 Fedir Brannon (52 y/o)

Mother:               Jessamine Brannon (48 y/o)

 
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ANY EXTRA INFORMATION:

 She has a male piebald ball python named Bo. He’s two years old and about 3 feet long, and on all of her social media accounts he’s a bit of a celebrity. Very placid and always sleepy, she loves to let him rest around her neck and shoulders and often works on tattoo designs while he snoozes on her. Every week or so she takes a few photos of him wearing little hats she makes in her spare time and uploads them; each picture gets no less than 25,000 views and shares.

 Her grandfather was an amateur Conchologist, and she’s hoping to follow in his proverbial footsteps and pick up where he left off in his records and journals; more often than not in her spare time, she’ll don swimwear and go diving for shells, or if the weather is unkind she’ll skim along the shore for any that have washed up. She has a prized, growing collection of queen conch, abalone, cowrie, wentletrap, and Triton’s trumpet shells, and is always on the lookout for more.

              Flowers or sweets are a good way to get her attention, but if you want to pull at her heartstrings, get her seashells.

 Her home has enough room for 3-4 people, so she’s one to offer people shelter in the colder seasons or when the rain gets to be a little too much. A part of her jokingly thinks she should put a ‘vacancy’ sign outside, though she doesn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention—however, she loves to cook for more than one person (herself) so she’ll often invite people over for meals if they don’t have other plans and wouldn’t mind her company.

              Any and all of the homeless babs should prepare for her to offer them temporary housing and hot meals :’D

 She’s severely allergic to jellyfish stings, and will go into anaphylactic shock shortly after being stung. An incident with a Man-of-War when she was 10 has left her with several faded scars along her stomach and abdomen, and it was during this incident that her heightened allergic reaction was discovered. Thus, if she’s diving in waters known to have jellyfish in them, she’ll opt for a skin suit and take extreme precautions in order to avoid being stung.

 On the underside of her pink ribbon choker—which she wears at all times—is a quote sewn into the soft fabric that holds a deep meaning to her. Kudos if you manage to get it off/away from her and read it. :3c

 Her parting gift from her grandmother was a newfangled camera she’s still trying to figure out how to use, but that doesn’t stop her from taking pictures of anything and anyone (with their permission, of course). Bo and her little window gardens are her current subjects, though she’s getting better at taking pretty beachside photos and making a visual record of her shell collection.

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RP DETAILS

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