Description

Personality

Manners were the least of her worries. She does what she wants and everyone else can just deal with it. This sort of thinking ruled mostly everything about her. It's not a matter of what she can do, it's if anyone will try to stop her. Of course, any resistance is met with equal push back, unless the odds are against her. At times she can seem almost animalistic in her actions.

Beryl often sees other people as just a joke. It's common for her to quickly underestimate anyone and everyone. She'll quickly express this in wild laughter. However, this laughing isn't just reserved for people. Any situations, ideas, etc may be met in the same way. Of course, this doesn't mean she has a great sense of humor. Rather, it's just the opposite. Most things aren't funny unless she makes it.

Equipment

She wears what she was left with. This being a simple dark gray tunic which had the sleeves cut off and belted around the waist with rope, similar dirty pants, and an actually nice pair of boots.

Held snug against her body by the belt rope were two sheathed blades. Both of them were rather plain looking, but on closer inspection it would be found that both the short sword and dagger were incredibly sharp. Obviously not the condition they were originally obtained in.

History

Beryl lived a fairly average life with decent parents in Yanador. Things weren't too bad as far as she was concerned, but she eventually reached a point that most kids go through. She suddenly had a rebellious streak. Although, this didn't end up just being a phase. Just for kicks, she left her family and joined a group of outlaws. This ended up being her 'family' for the time.

Beryl lived an abnormal life with decent friends still in Yanador. Eventually, tension with an opposing group of similar people reached a breaking a point. Beryl struck out, bringing down a majority of the enemies in a streak of fury. This sort of violence in the middle of town wouldn't easily be forgiven. She was sent straight to prison.

Now at 25 years old, she woke up expecting another day of cell sitting, but instead found herself face to face with a messenger of the king and a set of guards. She was given an offer. Sit in the dungeon and rot for the remaining ten years of her sentence or assist the kingdom with major problem it would soon be facing. The choice was obvious and she was quickly led up to the surface in cuffs.