Beyrith

Beyrith "the Mad"

Name Beyrith
Status
Active
Occupation
Courier/messenger
Age
Adult
Race
Man
Residence
Wanderer of the Westfold
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Not as tall as the fair-haired Rohirrim to the east, and lacking in the golden, blue-eyed beauty of her kinfolk, Beyrith's appearance is a peculiar melange that cares little for adhering to expectation. She is neither lofty nor petite, with thick locks that resemble raw honey in the hive, and watchful eyes of smoked quartz. Her brows are darkly arched and leave her with an expression of mild mistrust or suspicion, save for the rare moments when her full lips deign to smile.

 

Her clothing is that of one whose life is spent mainly on the road or in the wild. Thick furs and weather-stained leathers encase a hale, feminine frame, oft swathed in a grey, woollen cloak and hood. The softness of oiled boots, long worn over endless miles, mean that her passage may go without notice. No care is taken to hide the pair of daggers on her belt. 

 

(Banner art: https://www.deviantart.com/samburley/art/Forest-01-245812087?q=favby%3Axx23reasonsxx%2F11563075&qo=943)

Background


Friends
She keeps most people at arm's length. None have yet been taken into her confidence.
Relatives
Mother: Bletsung Father: Deceased
Rivals/Enemies
The filth that dwells in the western hills. Her own mind.
Loves
Isolation, the pride of a job well done, autumn's crisp beauty, being forced to live by her wits, sack mead
Hates
The tricks that her mind plays. Dishonesty, cowardice.
Motivation
The pursuit of elusive Truth.
Quotes

Beyrith's Adventures

Flames 1 month 4 weeks ago
Chimera 6 months 2 days ago
Close 8 months 3 weeks ago
The Reason of Madness 11 months 2 weeks ago
Omens and Naivety 1 year 4 weeks ago
Beyrith's Adventures

Beyrith's Gallery

Beyrith's Gallery