Briar is no stranger to cleaving things in half. When fighting with one she treats it as one stage less difficult. She feels naturally at home with a weapon in her hand and gets additional movement when wielding a blade. Battlebitch:
Briar is fucking huge. She is built like a brick wall taped to another brick wall to make some kind of super brick wall. She is enormous and lives to punish anything that gets in her way. She is able to ignore one Owwie in combat and can use a Big Weapon in either hand. Outfits:Prisoner Harness:
(Outfit, Piecemeal) Briar has been wearing this thing for so long that wearing anything else just makes her feel naked, which is totally ironic considering how little this thing covers. The prisoner harness is designed for convicts sentenced to death by gladiatorial combat. It features loops on the waist and wrists to make restraining dangerous felons an easy and almost enjoyable task. While not exactly protective, modest, or full of storage space, the outfit does make it very easy to move in. So, there's a bonus. It's also great if you like staring at chiseled abs, ample cleavage, or a futanari's generous package. It also comes with shoes, which is nice. Despite failing to cover eighty percent of Briar's body, the harness material (what little there is) is very durable. Weapons:Badassium Gladiator Sword:
(Sword) Rent from the hands of Warden Ceasar himself, Briar has used this double-edged gladius to cleave through opponents ever since. The blade itself is decorated with images of nude women laying in submissive poses. Duratanium Mace:
(Hammer) Centurion GuardBots have these in place of their right hand. Normally, they not only do bashing damage but are also electrified in order to stun targets. This one is no longer attached to it's owner and so no longer functions as anything but a heavy bludgeoning instrument. On her way out of the prison, Briar obtained one of these weapons by tearing it off the robot. And the entire arm. This is an unadorned but effective weapon, primarily used by Briar for hitting armored targets or particularly stubborn boxes of loot. Appearance:
Briar Bloodthorne is very distinct for a lot of reasons. The amazonian woman stands at a full seven feet tall and looms above just about every crowd she mingles in. She is immensely built, with a body like corded steel. Powerful arms and legs enable her to land blows that would put most people through a wall and her abs are defined enough to the point that you're pretty sure you can literally grate cheese on them. I mean, just look at her. She's like carved out of fucking marble or something. Holy shit. Somewhere someone must've been born missing half their torso because God needed the extra material to craft this bitch. Despite her brutish appearance and eagerness for violence, she's affable and friendly to her friends and fellow crew (unless they've been bad). Strangers mostly get uneasy silence and a cold stare. History:
Prisoner Number: 8675-309, sentenced to Galactic Prison R0-Me. Sentence: Life. Crimes: Murder, arson, dine and dash, jaywalking, adultery, assault with a deadly weapon, assault with a non-deadly weapon, assaulting an officer, assaulting an animal, assaulting an officer with an animal. It goes on like this for quite some time. Briar Bloodrose is a mercenary for hire who only knows three things; fighting, fucking, and drinking. Sometimes she likes to combine those three and see which two she can do at the same time. She flits from mercenary company to mercenary company, often the only survivor left standing after things go terribly wrong. This is generally because nobody tends to get in the way of the seven foot woman swinging a sword around like it's nothing. At one point, though, her luck ran out and she was eventually captured by galactic law. It took a dozen officers and fifteen tranquilizer darts in the neck.
R0-Me was a brutal prison carved into a massive asteroid, run by the sadistic Warden Ceasar who put his lifers in his twisted arena where he forced them to do battle with alien creatures or each other in a bid for their freedom. Unfortunately for him, Briar discovered that there was no freedom to be won. Those that emerged victorious and declared 'free' were actually just getting ejected into space via the airlock. Free. Yeah. So during her final match she taunted the arrogant warden until he deigned to join her in the area. It was a mistake he instantly regretted and the side wall of the arena still bears an imprint of his face to this day. Now, Briar is back to her old tricks and she's found a new group to ride with. Hopefully this time she can stay out of prison.Briar's Theme: Dance of Thorns