Bryonah's personality can change drastically, depending on whom she is around. Around those close to her, she can be kind and loving. Around those she does not trust, or does not know she can be stoic and standoffish. Around those she dislikes she can be saccharine and hateful.


'Adrianna!' A young girl cried out in horror, her jade eyes wide with shock. The blindingly bright light slowly faded away. Bryonah gazed about herself in disbelief. Adrian was gone, her father lay dead, while her mother lay still cowering on the floor. Her brother stood silently with shock. Bryonah turned to her brother then, the young girl not sure of what to do, 'Adrien... do something...' Bryonahs voice trailed off and she moved quickly to her mother's side, 'Momma?' Her mother raised weakly and gazed at her children with the same shock mirrored in her childrens eyes.

'She did this,' Adrien stated in a coldly quiet voice. 'Adrianna did this.' His blue eyes flashed with hate.

'She did not mean for this to happen, Adrien, only to stop Papa...'

'How dare you Bryonah!' Adrien cut Bryonah off sharply, glaring coldly at her. 'Do not you dare stand up for that harlot.' Bryonah worried her lower lip, 'But... she only was trying to help...' She pleaded with her brother. Suddenly Adrien raised his hand and slapped her harshly, the small girl flew across the room, as their mother watched in silence.

Six years later...

Bryonah cowered in the dark corner of the house. Adrien was looking for her again, she could hear him tearing the house apart, searching. Bryonah trembled as she heard him come closer, trying to shrink back even farther into the shadows that concealed her partly. Her whole face still ached from the previous beating, and she clutched protectively to the dagger in her hand. Adrien loomed over her now, and she snapped, something untamed was unleashed within her and she flung herself at him with a feral scream. She struck him with the dagger, and he fell with a startled cry. Bryonah stood then, wide eyed in shock at what she had done. She flung the dagger from her hand as though it were on fire, and fled, running from the house and the horrid memories that lived there as quickly as she could.