Her long, ash-blonde hair flows like a cascade of moonlit silk, she has creamy pale skin. Eyes the hue of sapphires. Her features, elegant and delicate.
Cloaked in discreet yet stylish attire, Beryl's garments mirror her dual nature. Muted tones, layers of fine, flowing fabrics. Antique adornments complete her ensemble.
At the heart of her beliefs lies compassion. In a world where darkness and despair often reign, Beryl firmly holds that kindness and empathy are beacons of hope that can pierce even the deepest shadows. Her generosity is an expression of this belief, a small rebellion against the encroaching horrors that seek to extinguish the light.
Beryl's ideology acknowledges that there are forces beyond mortal comprehension, ancient truths that defy conventional wisdom. This realization challenges the very core of her beliefs, forcing Beryl to confront the limits of human perception and the unsettling notion that reality may be but a mere fragment of a greater, cosmic narrative.
She is wary of absolutes. Embracing the ambiguity that pervades the universe, recognizing that certainties are often illusions that crumble in the face of the unknowable.
Robert Ashcroft – Robert, the guiding star of Beryl's life. He was her partner in both music and love, a beacon of light amidst the turmoil of war. His warm smile and unwavering support were her refuge during those trying times. His tragic loss on the battlefield left a void that can never be filled, yet his memory lingers like a haunting melody in the recesses of Beryl's heart.
Elias Pembrook – The old music shop owner of York, Elias was the one who introduced Beryl to the saxophone that would become an extension of her soul.
Nora Whitman – A fellow musician and kindred spirit, Nora and Beryl found solace in each other's company amidst the dissonance of the world. Her violin's melancholic strains harmonized with the haunting melodies of Beryl's saxophone, forging a bond that transcended mere notes.
The first of these places is the old music shop nestled in the heart of York, a haven for musicians and dreamers alike. Its worn wooden floors and the sweet scent of polished instruments form a symphony of their own, a melody that speaks to Beryl's soul. It was here that she first laid eyes on the saxophone.
Then, there is the quaint café that rests in the shadow of the towering Minster Cathedral. Robert and Beryl would steal moments of respite during the war, his warm smile and the touch of his hand offering solace amidst the chaos that raged beyond the café's windows.
And finally, there is the seaside cliff where Beryl often find herself seeking solace when the weight of the world becomes too much to bear.
A collection of antique photographs, each capturing a fragment of time that once was, and yet, still resonates with echoes of emotions long gone.
A young couple strolling through a sunlit park, their smiles frozen in time, a testament to their love.
A group of friends gathered around a gramophone, the laughter and camaraderie they shared transcending the limits of the photograph's borders.
The trait that runs through the fabric of Beryl's being, is generosity. This trait isn't just a superficial tendency to offer a helping hand; it's a fundamental part of who she is.
In a world rife with darkness and uncertainty, she finds solace in extending a compassionate hand to those who have been touched by hardship. It's not merely an act of charity; it's a genuine desire to alleviate the suffering of others.
A sturdy satchel, worn from use, holds her essential supplies.
A compact pocketknife.
A first aid kit is tucked away in her satchel, ready to address minor injuries.
A locket containing a picture of her late partner, Robert Ashcroft, hangs from a chain around her neck. It's a token of his memory, offering strength and guidance in moments of doubt.
Small Charms and Trinkets: Hidden within her satchel are small charms and trinkets collected over the years—a rabbit's foot, a small piece of quartz, and other tokens thought to ward off ill fortune.
Spending Level: 10
Money: 20
Beryl resides in a quaint, one-room apartment situated in a quiet corner of York. It exudes a sense of coziness with its worn wooden floors and the faint scent of old books. The apartment's rent and furnishings have cost her around $250
Her beloved saxophone, a companion that has been with her for years, is worth around $150. It's not only her means of expression but also a potential source of income when she performs in local venues