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She likes spicy food, twilight hours of the day (not too hot to burn, not too cold to freeze), a fair fight, bar games, mead (she’s a bit of an alcoholic), and providing protective services- she’s not the killing type but if it means keeping people safe, she’ll do her damnedest to at least knock your lights out.DISLIKES:
She hates dry food, being out in the desert in the middle of the day or night without proper protection, assassins (she can at least respect the idea behind those killing for a great cause, but feels those who kill for money have no dignity or honor whatsoever) and prudes giving her a hard time about what she does in her leisure time.PERSONALITY:
A sense of personal honor has created the framework of most of who she is. Brunhilda is highly duty-bound, especially with her line of work; no threat will make its way into Hatamari without going through her first (or so she would tell you) and if she can’t catch up with you on foot, she’ll find a way to make you go slower- more often than not that usually consists of throwing her steel mace at your spine. In one-on-one combat, she doesn’t typically hold back, either
When she isn’t on duty, you’ll find her in one of two places: sitting at home and having lengthy chats with her daughter Bastet, or having a blast at the local pub. Normally she is somewhat strict, but once alcohol is brought into the equation she lightens up and is more likely to share in a laugh. Thankfully she lives far enough from town to at least somewhat sober up before she gets home, otherwise Bastet would have to sleep with earplugs of cloth.HISTORY:
Brunhilda was raised in a secluded series of caves that were fashioned into a stronghold, and was surrounded by many men, women and Pokémon whom were loyal to the Matahari Kingdom. She was trained to fight from the age of 7 years old, and schooled for just as long. It was on her 13th birthday –when she became a woman in her culture- when she was given a timburr. The two of them trained together for the next few years, and when she turned 16, Brunhilda was married to Cyrril, a man from another stronghold who had bonded with a scrafty, and was raised in the same manner.
Together, they had three children: two sons and one daughter. Shortly after the first son was born, Brunhilda and her gurdurr made the bond that combined them into one being, alike in almost every way already. A year before she joined the Matahari army, her husband was killed in an ambush by several mercenaries upon his troop. She prefers to celebrate his life rather than mourn his death, but it is still something you shouldn’t mention.
Nowadays she lives not too far from the stronghold, in her own cozy hut with her daughter, who has yet to marry; her sons have moved on to their own lives. She doesn’t like visitors she didn’t invite, so don’t drop by unless it’s friendly business.ADDITIONAL INFO: