Beryl Bonnasdaughter (human)
Sept 12, 2014 22:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Harbor on Sept 12, 2014 22:47:58 GMT -5
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Full Name: Beryl Bonnasdaughter
Other name: Curly, Red
Race: human
Side: her own
Birthplace: Uru’Baen
Age: Eight
Gender: Female
Birthday: Late Fall
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Orange-Brown
Weight: Forty-Five Pounds
Height: Three feet, five inches
Magic User: No
Preferred Weapon(s): Whatever’s handy
Appearance: Beryl is undersized and underweight for her age, due to poor nutrition her entire life. From her skinny frame and wrists hangs a ragged brown dress, torn at the hem—just below her knees—with threads poking out in other random places where it’s gotten caught on things. She usually manages to find a shawl of some sort, and usually a pair of stockings, for winter, but it being spring now all she has is the sleeveless dress. Her feet and legs tend to be dirty all the way up to her shins, but a local seamstress lets her hem and men plain clothes if her face and hands are clean, so she usually keeps them so. Two toes on her left foot and one on her right are missing due to her not having found stockings early enough just the past winter. She doesn’t mind—they weren’t doing her anything special. Her hair she constantly pushes out of her face, but she can’t keep track of the means to tame it, so it tends to be matted and snarled.
Personality: Beryl comes across as slow to those who don’t know her well. She knows the value of silence and in situations she doesn’t understand or feels uncomfortable with she tends not to speak unless she must. She trusts adults only when given ample evidence that they’re worthy of it. When she’s feeling more comfortable or more in control she can chatter faster than a snowmelt brook, usually when she’s trying to offput people, make a point or get something from the people she’s chattering at. One of her hobbies is sneaky nasty or sharp things into the pockets of those who vex her—sometimes for purely petty reasons. She sneaks nice or pretty things into the pockets of those she likes, though she’ll deny that half of the habit until the world ends. She doesn’t like people thinking she’s nice because then she’s sure they’ll take advantage of her. Once she decides to protect a thing or a person precious little can convince her to do otherwise.
--->Likes: Bright colors, insects (she finds them fascinating), most any creature that unnerves or disgusts others (she’ll love Urgals once she meets them), music, humming, working with strings and threads, being able to get her hands into others’ pockets and almost never be caught
--->Dislikes: Being patronized, dull colors, people she thinks are too pretty, most adults, fools, open water
--->Strengths: Minor thievery, a realistic outlook, being able to eat and stomach most foods others will no longer touch
--->Weakness: Open water, having things or people she protects taken away from her
Family: Her mother, Bonna, died when Beryl was very young. Other family is unknown.
History: Beryl was born to a beggarwoman who’d been born to a beggarwoman herself. Beryl knows virtually nothing about the first few years of her life. Her mother was robbed one night, while one-year-old Beryl was tucked and hidden down the front of her shawl, and once the robber had killed her mother he threw her body—knowing nothing of the baby she was hiding—into the river. But Beryl felt the water and started crying, and one of Bonna’s friends came running. The friend dragged them out of the water and let Bonna go when she realized she was already dead, and took Beryl in to care for her as best she could.
But Bonna’s friend died of a lingering sickness only two years later, and Beryl passed on to an older woman who fixed the clothes of the poorest merchants for the coins they could afford to toss at her boots. By the time the old woman died when Beryl was seven, Beryl knew a variety of useful threads and fabrics and stitches and was able to wheedle a form of pity apprenticeship out of a nearby seamstress, and scrape through a living of her own. She’d learned to pick pockets on her own time, and to distract people in just the right way, and very slowly she managed. Beryl had known early on that she didn’t intend to live this life forever, but despite her resolve she knew she would survive just as well as any others if she continued to fail.
