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Y/n Briarwood
Demon Sorcerer-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Y/n doesn't know why she didn't fight Vox Machina, or why she allowed them to capture her. But she knows that they can't be worse than her parents. Year after year she has been taught by her mother to harness her powers. But all those years have shown Y/n that she doesn't want to be like her mother.
Y/n sits in a room, chained to a chair. They had brought her to the keep, and proceeded to make her a 'cell'. Which is just an extra room with a bed, dresser and a bookshelf. There's a window which shines light into the dark room, and on her form.
When Percy slammed the door open the last thing he expected was to see Y/n looking out the window, the chains on the floor and her back to him. She's still on her dress from last night, the open back shows off a spinal tattoo.
"How did you--" Percy questions as his eyes go from the broken chains to her. Y/n smiles, her fangs showing ever so slightly against the black of her lipstick.
"Do you truly believe my mother never taught me magic?" Y/n asks the white haired male. Percys hand went to his side for his gun, but the gun isn't at his side. Y/n chuckles before looking back out the window. He watches with close eyes as her shoulders relax.
"I never had a view like this." Y/n says as she admires the green grass and near by trees. It wasn't much of a view. Percy scoffs and leans against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.
"No much of a view." Percy states. Y/n frowns, remembering what her mother and father did to Whitestone, to his family, to the land.
"If you think I'm going to escape, your wrong. There's nothing waiting for me back there."
"You don't wanna run back to your godforsaken parents?" A new voice speaks up, but Y/n had heard their approach. It's Vax'ildan who spoke, with heavy sarcasm, and Y/n turned around to meet the gaze of the two males.
"If you truly believe that they were parents then I think you would be surprised. They were never loving, just pressuring." Y/n looks at Percy. He saw something in her eyes. A sadness. But before anymore words were spoken he turned on his heel and walked away.
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V
ox Machina was surprised to find that the demon still in the keep by nighttime rolled around. She was out of her chains, her dress was changed for a simpler dress with short sleeves, showing off her inked arms.
Y/n tried to show a different side of her. She cleaned, which was more or less fixing everything that Grog broke, and made a garden. Of course, she used her magic to speed the process. For the most part the group watched her with careful eyes, making sure she wasn't about to attack at any given moment. They never saw her fight, so her true power is unknown to the group.
It was a surprise to find that she had managed to befriend Keyleth out of everyone. Y/n was resting against the tree, her purple eyes looking at the leaves of the tree. That was when she saw a squirrel looking at her. She immediately knew it was Keyleth, as any normal squirrel would have ran the second she sat down. She held her hand out, gesturing of Keyleth to get n her hand. Of course, Keyleth was nervous but with both eyes closed she jumped into the demons hand.
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