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Bjorn of Brokilon: A Witcher OC

Early Years in Brokilon

Bjorn was discovered as an infant on the outskirts of Brokilon, the ancient forest home to the dryads. His cries were heard by a group of dryad scouts, who found him swaddled in a rough blanket, abandoned and alone. They brought him to Eithné, the queen of the dryads, who decided to raise him among their own.

Growing up in Brokilon was unique. Bjorn’s earliest memories were of the towering trees and the perpetual whisper of leaves. The dryads treated him with a mix of curiosity and care, teaching him their ways. He learned the language of the forest, Elder Speech, and how to navigate the dense, magical woods. Under their guidance, he became proficient in tracking, archery, and herbalism.

As Bjorn matured, his role within the dryad society became clear. He was a bridge between their secluded world and the ever-encroaching human societies. The dryads valued his ability to understand human behavior and language, tasks difficult for them due to their isolation and mistrust of outsiders.

Bjorn often traveled to the borders of Brokilon, where he would meet human envoys or curious wanderers. He negotiated on behalf of the dryads, explaining their need for seclusion and protecting their territory from those who would exploit its resources. His deep understanding of both cultures made him an effective mediator, though it also highlighted his own sense of displacement.

Bjorn’s dual existence was challenging. In Brokilon, he was always reminded of his human origins, a fact that made him different from the dryads despite his upbringing. Outside the forest, he was seen as an oddity, a human who spoke the dryad language and held their customs. This constant balancing act left him questioning where he truly belonged.

He often pondered his identity while wandering the forest alone, seeking solace in the natural world. The dryads were his family, yet he couldn’t ignore his human heritage. This internal conflict shaped much of his early adult life, driving him to understand more about the human world.

Bjorn’s life took a significant turn when he encountered a group of witchers passing through Brokilon. He was fascinated by their tales of monster hunting and their unique place in the world. They were outsiders like him, living between the human world and the supernatural.

The idea of becoming a witcher appealed to Bjorn. It offered a way to explore his human side while still adhering to a code that valued protection and balance, much like the dryads. After much deliberation and with the reluctant blessing of Eithné, he decided to leave Brokilon to pursue witcher training.

Training to become a witcher was intense and often brutal. Bjorn’s background in Brokilon had prepared him physically, but the mental and emotional challenges were significant. He faced prejudice from his fellow trainees who saw him as different. The trials of mutation, a necessary part of becoming a witcher, tested his endurance and willpower. Despite these challenges, he persevered, driven by the desire to find his place in the world. Now a full-fledged witcher, Bjorn roams the Continent, taking on contracts and protecting those in need. His upbringing in Brokilon gives him a unique perspective and set of skills that prove invaluable in his work. He often finds himself mediating disputes, not just between humans and dryads, but among various factions and creatures.

First Encounter with Geralt of Rivia.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the dense foliage of Brokilon Forest. Bjorn, now a seasoned witcher, was on patrol near the forest's edge. He had heard rumors of a monster terrorizing a nearby village and wanted to ensure it didn't encroach on dryad territory. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the sounds of the forest winding down for the night.

Bjorn moved silently through the underbrush, his senses alert. As he approached the edge of the forest, he saw a lone figure standing in a clearing. The man wore a long, weathered cloak and carried two swords on his back. His white hair and cat-like eyes marked him unmistakably as a witcher. Bjorn knew who this was: Geralt of Rivia, the famed White Wolf.

Geralt was examining tracks on the ground, his expression one of deep concentration. Bjorn stepped out from the shadows, making his presence known with a slight rustle of leaves. Geralt’s head snapped up, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his steel sword.

“Easy there,” Bjorn said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m a witcher, like you.”

Geralt’s eyes narrowed as he studied Bjorn. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice calm but wary.

“I could ask you the same,” Bjorn replied. “This is the edge of Brokilon. The dryads don’t take kindly to trespassers.”

Geralt relaxed slightly, his hand moving away from his sword. “I’m tracking a monster that’s been attacking villagers nearby. Thought it might have wandered into the forest.”

Bjorn nodded. “I’ve heard the rumors. I was checking to make sure it didn’t make its way into Brokilon. The dryads have enough to deal with without a monster roaming their woods.”

The tension between them eased as they realized they were on the same side. Bjorn stepped closer, his eyes scanning the ground where Geralt had been looking. “What have you found?”

“Tracks,” Geralt said, pointing to the disturbed earth. “Large, probably a fiend or a chort. Hard to tell without seeing more.”

Bjorn knelt down, examining the tracks with a practiced eye. “Looks like it’s heading north, away from the forest.

Geralt nodded. “Good. That means it hasn’t gotten into Brokilon yet.”

Bjorn stood, meeting Geralt’s gaze. “I’ll help you track it. Two witchers are better than one, and I don’t want this thing doubling back into the forest.”

Geralt considered for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let’s move before it gets too dark.”

The two witchers moved swiftly and silently through the woods, following the tracks. As they traveled, they exchanged stories of their experiences and the places they had seen. Bjorn was intrigued by Geralt’s tales of monsters and adventures, while Geralt was curious about Bjorn’s unique upbringing among the dryads.

Their combined skills made tracking the creature easier, and soon they came upon the monster’s lair. The battle was fierce but brief, their coordinated attacks overwhelming the fiend. As they stood over the fallen beast, catching their breath, Bjorn looked at Geralt with a newfound respect.

“Good work,” Geralt said, wiping his sword clean.

“You too,” Bjorn replied. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Maybe,” Geralt said with a faint smile. “Take care of yourself, Bjorn of Brokilon.”

With that, the two witchers parted ways, each heading back to their respective paths. Bjorn watched Geralt disappear into the night, feeling a sense of camaraderie he hadn’t expected. The world was vast and full of dangers, but knowing there were others like him, fighting the same battles, made it feel a little less lonely.

Meeting the Bard

The bustling city of Vengerberg was alive with activity as Bjorn made his way through the crowded streets. He was in the city to collect a bounty for a monster he had recently slain and decided to stop by a well-known tavern, "The Silver Harp," for a drink and some rest. The tavern was lively, filled with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and music.

As Bjorn entered the tavern, his senses were immediately assaulted by the warm, smoky air and the clamor of patrons. His eyes were drawn to a small stage at the far end of the room where a bard was performing. The man had a lute slung over his shoulder and was singing an upbeat tune that had the entire room clapping along. Bjorn recognized him instantly: Jaskier, the famous bard whose songs about Geralt of Rivia were known throughout the Continent.

Bjorn found an empty seat at the bar and ordered a tankard of ale. He listened to Jaskier's performance, enjoying the music more than he cared to admit. When the song ended, the tavern erupted in applause, and Jaskier took a theatrical bow before hopping off the stage. He made his way to the bar, grinning widely as he basked in the adoration of the crowd.

"Another round for our talented bard!" someone shouted, and Jaskier accepted the offer with a flourish.

As Jaskier approached the bar, his eyes landed on Bjorn. The bard's curiosity was piqued by the sight of a witcher he didn't recognize. He sidled up to Bjorn, leaning casually against the bar.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jaskier said with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling. "A witcher I've yet to write a song about. What brings you to Vengerberg, my friend?"

Bjorn raised an eyebrow, amused by the bard's exuberance. "Just passing through. Collecting a bounty."

Jaskier’s eyes lit up with interest. "A bounty, you say? Sounds like there's a story worth telling. I'm Jaskier, by the way."

"Bjorn," the witcher replied, shaking the offered hand. "Bjorn of Brokilon."

Jaskier's eyes widened in recognition. "Brokilon? The forest of dryads? Now that's intriguing. You must have quite the tales to tell. Mind if I join you?"

Bjorn nodded, and Jaskier pulled up a stool next to him. They exchanged stories, with Jaskier eagerly listening to Bjorn's accounts of growing up among the dryads and his journey to becoming a witcher. In return, Jaskier regaled Bjorn with tales of his adventures with Geralt and his own misadventures as a bard.

Throughout their conversation, Jaskier's interest in Bjorn became increasingly apparent. His compliments were laced with flirtation, and he often leaned closer than necessary, his hand occasionally brushing against Bjorn's arm.

"You know," Jaskier said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, "a story like yours deserves more than just a song. It deserves an epic ballad, sung in every court and tavern."

Bjorn chuckled, a bit flustered by the bard’s attention. "I'm not sure my life is that interesting."

Jaskier tilted his head, a playful smile on his lips. "Oh, I beg to differ. A human raised by dryads, now a witcher? It's the stuff of legend. And I must admit," he added, his eyes locking with Bjorn's, "I find you quite fascinating."

Bjorn was taken aback by Jaskier’s directness but found himself intrigued by the bard’s charm and confidence. The night wore on, and their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by Jaskier’s teasing remarks and lingering glances.

At one point, Jaskier leaned in, his voice a soft murmur. "You know, I’ve always had a thing for strong, silent types. There’s something mysterious and alluring about them."

Bjorn met his gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is that so? And what makes you think I'm the strong, silent type?"

Jaskier grinned. "Just a hunch. Besides, I do enjoy a challenge."

As the evening drew to a close, Jaskier placed a hand on Bjorn’s arm, his touch warm and lingering. "I hope our paths cross again, Bjorn of Brokilon. Perhaps next time, I can persuade you to share more of your adventures. Over a drink, or maybe something more… private."

Bjorn felt a flush creep up his neck but managed to keep his composure. "We’ll see, Jaskier. Take care of yourself.

Jaskier's smile was dazzling as he stood up. "Until we meet again, then."

As Bjorn watched Jaskier disappear into the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. The bard's interest and flirtation had been unexpected but not unwelcome. For the first time in a long while, Bjorn found himself looking forward to the possibility of something more than just the solitary life of a witcher.

The Mage of Vengerberg

Bjorn was traveling near the outskirts of Vengerberg, on his way to collect payment for a recently completed contract. The path wound through a forest, much less dense and magical than Brokilon but still full of natural beauty. As he walked, he noticed a faint smell of ozone in the air, a sure sign of powerful magic having been used recently.

Ahead, Bjorn saw a figure standing in the middle of the path. The woman was dressed in black and white, her long, raven hair blowing slightly in the breeze. Even from a distance, Bjorn could feel the aura of power radiating from her. He knew immediately who she was: Yennefer of Vengerberg, the renowned sorceress.

As he approached, Yennefer turned to face him, her violet eyes narrowing. "What business does a witcher have in these parts?" she asked, her tone cool and slightly dismissive.

Bjorn stopped a few paces away, meeting her gaze without flinching. "I could ask the same of you, sorceress. I was tracking a wyvern that had been terrorizing a nearby village. The beast is dead, and I'm on my way to collect the bounty."

Yennefer raised an eyebrow. "Wyverns are not known to stray this close to Vengerberg. Interesting."

Bjorn nodded. "I found traces of magic near its lair. It might have been driven here by a spell or enchantment."

Yennefer’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "Are you implying that I had something to do with it?"

Bjorn shook his head. "I'm not implying anything. Just stating what I found. If you had nothing to do with it, then we're both just following the same mystery."

Yennefer stepped closer, her presence imposing. "You’re quite bold for a witcher. Most would know better than to cross a sorceress."

Bjorn stood his ground. "I’m not most witchers. And I’m not here to cross anyone. I’m here to do my job."

There was a moment of silence as they stared each other down, the tension palpable. Finally, Yennefer's expression softened slightly, a hint of curiosity replacing the hostility.

"Very well, witcher," she said. "What is your name?"

"Bjorn of Brokilon."

Yennefer's eyes widened slightly. "Brokilon? You are the witcher raised by dryads?"

Bjorn nodded. "That's right."

Their initial hostility gave way to a more cautious curiosity as they continued to talk. Yennefer was intrigued by Bjorn’s unique background, and Bjorn found himself fascinated by Yennefer’s knowledge of magic and the arcane. Despite their rocky start, they began to find common ground.

As they walked together towards Vengerberg, Yennefer shared her suspicions about the wyvern's unusual behavior. "I've been investigating strange magical disturbances in the area. If what you say is true, it might be related."

Bjorn listened attentively. "Do you have any leads?"

Yennefer nodded. "There’s a ruin not far from here where I sensed a strong magical presence. I was on my way there when I encountered you."

Bjorn considered this. "I’ll come with you. Two pairs of eyes are better than one."

Yennefer arched an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I need your help?"

Bjorn smiled slightly. "Call it a hunch. Besides, I have experience dealing with magical creatures. It could come in handy."

Yennefer agreed, and they made their way to the ruins together. The journey was filled with a mix of cautious conversation and professional respect. Bjorn’s knowledge of tracking and combat complemented Yennefer’s magical prowess, and they quickly formed an effective team.

At the ruins, they discovered a powerful artifact that had been disturbed, causing the magical disturbances and driving the wyvern from its territory. Working together, they neutralized the artifact’s power and restored balance to the area.

As they stood over the now-quiet ruins, Yennefer looked at Bjorn with a newfound respect. "You were right, witcher. Your help was valuable."

Bjorn nodded. "And your magic saved us more than once. We make a good team."

Yennefer smiled, a rare sight. "Perhaps. If our paths cross again, I would not be opposed to working together."

Over time, Bjorn and Yennefer’s paths did cross again, often enough that their initial hostility transformed into a strong and reliable companionship. They learned to trust each other, relying on their respective strengths to overcome various challenges. Despite their differences, they found that they shared a mutual respect and understanding that grew deeper with each encounter.

bonus characters:

Triss Merigold

Bjorn meets Triss while seeking help for a magical ailment afflicting a dryad from Brokilon. Impressed by her compassion and skill, he quickly forms a positive opinion of her.

Triss becomes someone Bjorn trusts implicitly. He often turns to her for advice on magical matters and values her honest and kind-hearted nature. They collaborate on various missions, combining Triss’s magical abilities with Bjorn’s combat skills and knowledge of Brokilon. Their teamwork is effective and harmonious. Triss’s warmth and understanding provide Bjorn with a sense of comfort and belonging. Their friendship is marked by mutual support, empathy, and a shared desire to protect the innocent.

Cirilla of Cintra

Bjorn meets Ciri through Geralt, intrigued by the young girl’s fierce determination and unique destiny. Their first encounter is during a moment of crisis, where they have to work together to survive.

Bjorn takes on a protective, almost brotherly role with Ciri. He shares his knowledge of the wilds and survival skills, helping her navigate the dangerous world they live in. Ciri respects Bjorn’s experience and wisdom, while Bjorn admires Ciri’s bravery and resilience. Their bond grows as they face numerous challenges together. They often team up for various quests, with Ciri learning from Bjorn’s unique blend of dryad and witcher skills. Their adventures are filled with excitement, danger, and a growing sense of family.

Personality

Bjorn's upbringing in Brokilon among the dryads instilled in him a deep sense of resilience and adaptability. He learned to thrive in an environment that was both nurturing and demanding, which has made him capable of handling the challenges of being a witcher with grace. He can quickly adjust to new situations and environments, using his unique skills to navigate through difficulties.

Bjorn is a man of few words, preferring to listen and observe rather than dominate a conversation. This trait makes him an excellent mediator, as he is able to understand the perspectives of others before making judgments. His quiet nature often leads people to underestimate him, but those who know him recognize his sharp mind and keen insight.

Having been raised by the dryads, Bjorn developed a strong sense of loyalty and protectiveness, especially towards those he considers family and friends. He feels a deep responsibility towards Brokilon and its inhabitants, often going out of his way to protect the forest and its people. This extends to his companions as well; once he forms a bond, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety.

Bjorn constantly grapples with his identity, feeling torn between his human heritage and his upbringing among the dryads. This internal conflict drives much of his personal journey, as he seeks to find where he truly belongs. His time as a witcher has added another layer to this struggle, further complicating his sense of self. Despite these conflicts, he remains dedicated to finding a balance and understanding his place in the world.

Bjorn holds a strong moral code, influenced by both the dryads' respect for nature and the witchers' code of conduct. He values honor and integrity, often making decisions based on what he believes to be right rather than what is easy. This sense of ethics guides his actions, whether he is negotiating a truce or battling a monster.

Bjorn's curiosity about the human world and his desire to understand his own heritage drive him to explore beyond the borders of Brokilon. He has a thirst for knowledge and is always eager to learn new things, whether it's about magic, different cultures, or ancient lore. This inquisitiveness helps him grow and adapt, constantly expanding his understanding of the world.

In the face of danger, Bjorn remains calm and composed. His ability to stay level-headed under pressure is a testament to his training and upbringing. This trait makes him an effective problem solver and a reliable companion in crises, as he can assess situations objectively and act accordingly.

Growing up in the forest taught Bjorn the value of self-sufficiency. He is highly independent, capable of taking care of himself in almost any situation. This independence sometimes makes it difficult for him to ask for help or rely on others, but it also means that he is resourceful and capable of surviving on his own.

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—what’s at your character’s core?

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—SPUN GOSSAMER

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

—FLIGHTLESS BIRD

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

—BEHIND THE MASK

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

—ACERBIC WIT

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

—CAUTERIZING RAGE

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

—RIPPLING SUNSET

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

#i was shocked at how many results there were first of all #second— these are kinda scary #they all gagged me more and more one after the other #i had to stop before they made me upset LMFOSNFKSNDKA #oc: andie la croix #oc: eithné #oc: sibyl delauvéy #oc: mildred malice #oc: lindy carlisle #oc: tai li

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