#faighamach

[security-chief-harkness]

Hey Chief, I I actually wanted some personal advice. It's been awhile since Janice passed and I've decided it's probably time to move. There's this beautiful redheaded woman I *think* is named Brianne, (everyone calls her something different, I haven't had chance to talk to her yet) that I've been dying to meet, but can't think of a thing to do when I ask her out. Janice and I just hanged out in her lab and talk about work, but with outsiders? Anyway, anything could help.

"Women don't change just because they're residents or not. If your description is accurate the woman you are looking for is called Bryone. I can give you identification assistance but when it comes to relationships you're on your own lieutenant."

[twobirdsonewastelandrp]

((*bates hisses in the distance*))

[ask-lt-janowski]

That redhead's hot.

[security-chief-harkness]

≛ (why the fuck not :D clumsy baby)

I HAD TO DO ANOTHER BRYONE. I'M NOT SORRY.

Born as the result of a rather drunken fumble little Red was no less loved and adored than any other from a marriage. Brought up well learning all of life's skills from both of her parents Red was easy to love. For every caring emotion she received she gave it out ten times as much adoring everything and all, bringing in countless injured rad animals as a child. Beneath all of this there were insecurities but these were kept hidden behind the kind and adoring front.

[security-chief-harkness]

≛ (SOMEHOW! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN)

I DID BRYONE AFTER SEEING THIS FACECLAIM.

Kiana become a little bit of light and a little bit of dark. Thrifty and accurate she took after her mother except for the fact she would use these skills to work out the best way to kill you. A product of rich breeding Kiana had a right to both a tribe and a throne. Patterned with both black and blue tattoos she claimed land with a bloodlust that rivalled an army but with a kindness to those close to her. Like Kherus she easily lost her temper but was always found with a smile on her face, even if it wasn't a nice one.