Huntress Brito

When moonlight shines, my silver bolt flies. Primal savagery devoid of reason cannot prevail.

Huntress Brito has served the Huntress since she was a young girl. Now, beneath her wide-brimmed veiled hat, she has become a stern, regal, and poised woman with scars as a testament to her experience and wrinkles as a testament to her age. Despite her age, Brito remains an active member of the Huntress’ “pack”. She dons clothes composed of leathers, arranged to protect vital areas yet still permitting movement. Various contraptions, ammunition, and weaponry are strapped to her waist, hips, and back. As one of the older huntresses, Brito maintains an air of steady calm, accented by her melodic and steady voice. Rarely does Brito display any semblance of heightened emotion; a steady finger hovering over the trigger… slaying only those she must.

Although a devoted servant of the Huntress, Brito was not always so keen to serve Otsana Daciana's divine Antagonist. When Brito was a young girl, her family would regularly visit O’Lycaon to trade and would occasionally make the trek to Solva’s lands to the South. While traveling beneath the full moon, Brito’s family was slaughtered by a pair of lycanthropes lost in the throes of primal madness. She, alone, survived when a huntress intervened, taking a strike meant for Brito and shooting both lycanthropes through the heart. The young Brito was forced to join to ensure the young girl would not seek broader vengeance for the cruelty and sorrow she endured. Only after a decade in the service of the Huntress did Brito become her truly willing servant.