Branwen Deirdre Kwan

Central cast member

Brandee

DFAB, not male, defaults to she/her; this does not necessarily mean "cis woman."

Usually mid to late 20s.

90#. Girl is itty-bitty.

5'.

Bottle-blond with rusty black roots.

Pixie-wedge.

Eyebrows?

Amber.

Human (Cantonese, Irish, Filipina, and Puerto Rican).

Light golden beige.

Tiny and wiry; slight pear figure. If this girl was cheerleading, she'd be a shoo-in for flyer.

Black-and-white nylon/bioplast barbells through eyebrow, bridge of nose, and lower lip; several more in each ear. Both arms are inked up from knuckle to shoulder; the designs are a brightly-hued "odd harmony of engine components, grasping tentacles, interlocking gears, and elaborate fireworks." Left middle and index fingers got badly broken by the dullahan, and are both visibly crooked as a result. Favors royal-purple lipstick.

Design reference here.

I can see her being fidgety, especially in response to music.

"I can fix it!"

Overly curious. Impatient in certain regards. Quick-tempered. A workaholic.

If someone takes excessive pride in a vehicle that they didn't build and don't maintain, she's probably going to have less respect for them than she would otherwise.

Can fix or drive pretty much anything with a motor.

The big one is her project vehicles.

Choleric.

Mild chronic pain from badly-healed broken hand. Exasperation at being dragged away from her projects. Some hyperfocus when she's actually getting to work on said projects. (I have been given the suggestion that she may have undiagnosed ADHD, which would actually make sense.)

Nominally syncretist.

Probably a raging anarcho-syndicalist, but probably quiet about it.

Mechanic and sometime charter pilot.

Royal purple.

Coconut shrimp.

Rocinante is probably up there.

A shotgun. Or a truck bumper.

Repairing and customizing vehicles; occasionally piloting for hire.

Pre-law dropout.

Walked away from a sheltered if strained home life (they expected her to be an attorney, and just kind of tuned out any suggestion that she didn't want to be), and took up work at a garage. Used the opportunity to teach herself to repair and drive a multitude of different vehicles, from motorcycles to big rigs to small planes. Worked as a charter pilot and rideshare driver on the side. Now owns the garage.

Dullahans were not supposed to be real. Neither were dark clouds which hovered over town and spurred people's worst impulses. She encountered one of each within the space of a year.

Would probably at very least like to keep a trained protection dog and a few shop kitties at the garage.

Speaks at very least English, Cantonese, Spanish, and a smattering of Tagalog.

Probably has a Suicide Girls gallery. She is, after all, inked up, hardwared up, and "dyed by her own hand."

This irascible little grease monkey is licensed under the following.