Beryll was not likely to catch people's attention, if it wasn't for the oversized dog that travelled with her.

Still, if you're reading this, then your eyes ended up on her small figure one way or another. This is what you see!

Beryll stood an unimposing 3'2'' (91.5 cm), although if you ever asked her she'd stalwartly insist she was of average height and hardly short. Her hair was a dark shade of brown, usually kept in a tidy hairdo more fit for practicality than beauty, with a few pesky strands falling in front of those inquisitive green eyes. Her skin was tawny, likely the result of long hours in the wilderness, and it always seemed to have a smudge of dirt here or there.

Comfortable clothes often covered the halfling's body, so it was hard at a glance to tell just how shapely she'd be beneath them. However, if she was in the mood for lighter garbs, it became readily aparent that the hin was nothing short of buxom within her small size - possessed of curves plump enough to give a human almost a full hand, with a bit of a pudgy belly that came from the woman's love of food.

Beryll was definitely easygoing, quick of smile and faster yet of tongue - sometimes her wit became her undoing. Very few things can be judged at a glance from a person, but one of those for the hin you're looking at was definitely her love for her dog - Hyrcan. The hulking beast often stood next to his owner - or companion, as she'd put it -, seemingly as good natured as the hin it guarded... until she was threatened. He wore a lovingly crafted set of barding at all times, and it would seem it often doubled as a mount for the ranger.

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Many, of many colours!

Red: Scat, vore, permanent things without consent, NO CHILD PLAY.

Yellows: Females in ERP context!

Greens: All the rest. Feel free to send me a tell if unsure!