Home
Guild
Rank
Race
Class
Magic
Strength
Speed
Constitution
Endurance
Intelligence
Mana PERSONA Name: Beryl Alana Maximillion Age: 28 (Born September 23rd, X762) Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Ethnicity, Father: Caelese Ethnicity, Mother: Fiorian Class: Sorceress Race: Human Rank: D-Rank Guild: Blue Pegasus Tattoo: Back of Left Hand Face: OC - Junkpuyo PHYSIQUE Height: 1.80m / 5'10"ft Weight: 75Kg / 165lbs Hair: Plum Eyes: Violet Overall: Beryl Maximillion is a stunning young woman with an unmistakable figure. She stands at above average height for a woman, thought still falls short of her more Amazonian peers. Beryl has long, plum colored hair that she often wears with a headband in warm weather, or her signature pink earmuffs in colder climes. Easily her most distinguishing assets, Beryl sports a massive bust, especially for her frame. Her enormous endowments are her pride and joy, and she's hardly stopped growing since reaching womanhood. Never one to be outdone, the woman's rear is equally inspiring. An expansive derriere that makes every garment a skintight masterpiece that flaunts her wide childbearing hips and luscious thighs. Hardly wasp waisted, Beryl's immense curvaceousness manifested in a very pronounced hourglass figure. Her tummy and soft and plush from a voracious sweet tooth and a ravenous appetite. Beryl actually prefers herself that way, seeing little joy in starving oneself for the price of toned abs. Not when chocolate is sweet, and so abundant. Beryl prefers dress in alluring, often revealing outfits... when weather provides. Her usual attire consists of short skirts, tight pants, and tops that reveal bare shoulders or an imposing valley of cleavage. Only when winter rears its head down she bundle up, dressing in a familiar pink winter coat, cinched at the waist by a black leather belt and worn over one of her signature purple turtleneck sweaters. Beryl boasts she can make any outfit a masterclass in style, and is happy to flirt and flaunt in whatever she wears. Extra: Beryl's skin is a flawless alabaster, her perfect complexion the result of a small fortune spent monthly in beauty products from near and far. Both ears are pierced, though she typically only wears earrings for formal occasions and romantic events. PERSONALITY Personality: A rambunctious tomboy in her youth, Beryl was eager to prove herself among schoolboys and squires alike. She rough housed, wrestled, and play sword fought as hard as any boy her age. This childhood rebelliousness was largely a product of her upbringing, rejecting established norms for noblewomen and seeing her 'expected' future to be stupid and dull. This wild youthfulness largely dulled as she matured. Puberty hit Beryl like a summer squall hitting an ill prepared merchant ship, and her figure blossomed to absurd proportions in only a few short years. Overnight the teenage Beryl went from one of the boys, to a certified court lady. Squires no longer sought to challenge her to a spar, but to win her hand in a joust. Her suitors grew numerous as her figure grew voluptuous, and she was all too happy to indulge herself in their attempts to win over her affection. Beryl grew to understand what her tutors had long since tried to prepare her for. Seduction was a woman's weapon, and she wielded a claymore in the company of daggers. Between her beauty, charm, and wit she could wrap men and women alike around her finger and twist their whims to her will. It was an intoxicating experience, and Beryl was quick to hone this new art. A shrewd woman at heart, Beryl had her father's wit and her mother's guile, as well as her grandfather's brilliance if her parents are to be believed. There is little she feels she cannot do if she sets her mind to it. It is this boundless confidence and ambition that has propelled the woman thus far through life. Though perhaps her gift is her curse, as Beryl's personality is not without its own dark secrets. Beryl lusts for material things the way most men lust for her. She is a kleptomaniac at heart, coveting everything from fine luxuries to gold and silver. Though Beryl's truest love is riches with which a price cannot be set. Rare artifacts and relics, ancient tomes and lost scrolls. Objects of grandeur and splendor of forgotten ages and venerated dynasties one and all. A collector of the exquisite, her collection grows as swiftly as her bustline. Beryl covets such relics for a myriad of reasons, no one greater than the last. She seeks their knowledge, relishes in their power, and greedily covets their wealth like a dragon hoarding its gold. Capricious and headstrong, Beryl gets what she wants, or gets irritated she cannot. A spoiled princess masquerading as a flawless queen. The buxom woman has no problem using her feminine wiles to tempt whoever need be to her whims. She treats most people as expectable, if they are not close to her then they are merely pawns to be moved across the board. So long as she gets what is rightfully hers, in her mind the world has worked itself out. Beryl is utterly shameless and largely without honor in her ruthless pursuit of ever more trinkets to collect. She has no quarrel with lies, deception, coercion, seduction, and persuasion to meet her ends. Tomb raiding, grave robbing, and gambling are not off the table to her, though she does consider outright theft to be a tactic beneath her. Partially because she has in the past struggled to squeeze through narrow windows. Beryl prefers subordinates fetch her prize if possible, though is unafraid to get her hands dirty if need be. Utterly vain to a fault, there is nothing Beryl loves more than herself. She dotes on her figure, indulging herself whether it be food, drink, or companionship. Though her taste in lovers is as extreme as her taste in priceless relics, as she believes only the finest is befitting of a Maximillion. Because of this Beryl is quick to flirt, slow to love. She is dismissive of the affections of suitors she believes unworthy of her time, anyone deemed worthy is quick to note the obvious change in demeanor. Indulgent and hedonistic, avaricious and filled to bursting with boundless pride, Beryl is a woman who's mind if as intense as her body. That said, she is not without a compassionate side. Beryl is caring and affectionate to friends and family alike. Motherly and doting to those younger than herself, insightful and gregarious with those who best her age. She is quick to make friends, bubbly and jovial at least outwardly. Though her loving exterior my betray a scheming interior, it does not make the display any further from the truth. Beryl ultimately has a big heart, with plenty of room inside it. Likes:
Dislikes:
Motivations:
Fears:
ATTRIBUTES Strength: 6 Speed: 6 Constitution: 6 Endurance: 6 Intelligence: 6 MAGIC  Magic Name: Water Magic (水系各種魔法 Mizu Kei Kakushu Mahō) Magic Element: Water Magic Enhancement: Debuff on Strike (Offensive) Magic Description: It is said the men of Caelus were born of the sea, first rising beneath the waves in an age when wild elemental mages spilled forth across Earth Land from primordial fonts of power. Whether or not such tales are true or not, the islandic nation and its maritime people have long since held greater affinity for magic of the water and waves. Clan Maximillion is not different, it's members chiefly commanding Water Magic, One of the most abundant natural elements in the world, from the smallest raindrop to the mightiest sea. Water is not to be trifled with, and never to be underestimated. Ever shifting, ever changing, versatile as it is elegant. It is no surprise it is Beryl Maximillion's magic of choice. Beryl's Water Magic is mundane at a glance, but sometimes the simplest solutions are the best one. Her magic invokes the power of water in a myriad of forms. From defensive bubbles manifested as aquatic shields, to offensive streams of water erupt like geysers to blast into her foes. Water Magic can be anything from towering waves of water that crash upon the battlefield to high pressure jets that spray forth with incredible force. Water is a destructive force often overlooked for flashier spells and its truest strength is its sheer versatility. Though Beryl's personal preference is to bury her opponents beneath a deluge of spells from across the battlefield. HISTORY
Early Life: Beryl was the first and only of her parents' children. Initially they had hoped for more children, but her mother's health proved too delicate to risk carrying another child. Beryl was born a happy, health, rather plump baby at the family's manse in Astera. Her father Bradley Maximillion was the recently ascended head of the Maximillion clan, and Lord Admiral of the Maximillion Maritime Merchant Militia. A gallant knight in his youth, the now grizzled warrior had retired from adventuring in large part because he wished to start a family with his wife. As a young girl, Beryl had always had a keen fascination with water and the sea. Caelese by blood, her family's history and origins are inexorably tied to the sea. Proud maritime merchants, the waves are to the Maximillion clan what an open road and a wild frontier is to an adventurer. Beryl could swim before she could walk, and spent more time at the beach than she did anywhere else besides home. She loved voyages on her father's flagship, as well as his pleasure barge as it lazily cruised up and down the major Fioran waterways. Beryl's father loved to show his affection through gifts, often surprising his wife with priceless jewelry of the purest gold and rarest gems. Initially he bought these gifts from a variety of jewelsmiths, never quite satisfied with the quality. His hunt for a goldsmith of the caliber he desired led him to Ingmar Vollan, who ran a humble shop in a small town north of Orchidea. An earnest man with a talent for working fickle gold into extraordinary shapes, Bradley commissioned from him a fine of matching bracelets and necklace for his wife's anniversary. Serenei was enamored with the finished product, which only prompted her husband to call upon the goldsmith's skills more and more frequently. Each visit requiring a winding voyage up into the mountain hill country. Young Beryl, just over eight years old at the time, eventually begged her father to let her accompany him. Bradley initially declined her request, but could not resist his daughter's pleas for long. Much to his own chagrin he soon found himself seated opposite an extremely giddy Beryl as their carriage worked its way down well warn roads. While at Igmar's jewelry, Beryl found her father's business negotiations to be boring and dull. A place that sold nothing but gold and jewels had initially sounded amazing to her. But it turned out to be another place where adults just talked and exchanged money. As she wondered about the shop's exterior though, Beryl met once young Alisa Vollan. The two hit it off instantly, running and playing with each other right up until their father's had concluded their business and the work had been forged. Beryl was saddened to leave her new friend, begging her father to let her return with him on subsequent visits. Bradley reluctantly agreed, unwilling to deny his daughter her new friendship. Over the years his trips to Igmar would grow more frequent, as he came up with more and more excuses to visit the goldsmith... and thus bring his daughter along with him. Bradley came to rely on Igmar's handiwork in his armor trimmings, his finest cutlery, the enameling on his blades, gold and crystal chandeliers, and of course jewelry for both his wife and daughter. In that time Beryl and Alisa grew to be best of friends. Nearly inseparable if not for distance, the two were like the sisters the other had never had. These were happy times, with innumerable childhood memories made. Playing games, exploring the nearby woods, talking about all the things they would do together in the future. Not a care in a world, or a trouble in their lives. As always, such happiness is fleeting, as fate is never too kind. Alisa's mother was killed by dark mages, and would set a course to alter the events of their young lives. Beryl was only thirteen when it happened, barely a teenager and devastated for her friend. It was a somber day when Bradley would make his last trip to Igmar's shop, though for once not to place an order. He could not repay the goldsmith for the years of happy memories his daughter had brought his, and no sum of gold could bring back his lost wife. But what Bradley could do is offer him a token of his friendship, a gift with which he could hopefully earn his vengeance. Bradley gifted the man a great trunk of iron and oak, within was finely crafted suits of armor, weapons forged by castle smiths, staffs and spell books, cloaks and boots, and enough gold to afford a small mercenary outfit. It was the least Bradley said, that his clan could do. With heavy heart Beryl watched as Igmar accepted his gift with eternal graciousness. He would ultimately embark on his one man crusade, leaving Alisa in the care of her uncle. Beryl still swore to visit her friend, though now taking her own horse rather than simply relying on her father to bring her along. She watched her friend train in sword and spell, honing her skills under the peerage of her uncle. The fire in Alisa's eyes, it awakened a desire to Beryl to grow stronger too. To have the strength to protect her friends and family. Though her father would never allow it. He had seen the world in his south, he called it a dark place of many hidden evils. Outright forbidding his daughter to have any proper instruction in magic or martial pursuits. This did not detour Beryl, not when she saw how convicted her friend was to her training. Beryl began practicing magic in secret, studying on her trips to see Alisa and practicing her meager skills alongside her friend. A part of her wanted to accompany Alisa on her quest to avenge her mother. But in her heart she knew she couldn't, her family had so much riding on her. Beryl had to put her own future before her friend's, but that did not mean she would not cherish their time together. Now young women, Beryl and Alisa were an inseparable pair. Puberty hit Beryl the way a hurricane hits a fishing boat. Her once tomboyish figure vanished overnight, replaced with an increasingly voluptuous one of ever more outlandish dimensions. Beryl grew enamored by her own curvaceous beauty, and began exploiting her feminine visage as a weapon of mass seduction. When Alisa had a similarly extravagant endowment as she blossomed into a woman, Beryl was right there with her to show her how to weaponize her bombshell curves as a deadly tool in her growing arsenal. Beryl discovered something inside her the more time she spent with Alisa, a childhood friendship had blossomed into something more. Once innocent hand holding and hugs now had a deeper, more intimate meaning. She had grown to love the beautiful woman she called her best friend. And love her she did, Beryl consummated this love, trying to distract her beloved from all the hardship in her life. Silently hoping she would give up her reckless quest for justice, too lost in Beryl's curves to leave her like Alisa planned. But alas, love and lust alone could not sway her best friend from her course of action. Alisa was like a great stone, hard and utterly unmoving. Her mind too stubborn to be swayed even by Beryl's peaks and valleys. Beryl ultimately decided to spend their last night together in the heat of fiery passion. On the eve of her friend's departure the two spend one last night wrapped in each other's arms until long after the windows had fogged over from their love. She savored that night, hoping its memory would drown out the coming sorrow of morning. Alas it did not, and Beryl watched her friend leave to embark on her quest as tears streamed down her face. The long trip hope after watching Alisa depart was the second saddest day of Beryl's life. Though at the time she easily called it the first. Adulthood: With heavy heart and eyes wet with tears Beryl returned home. The light of her life had left to do what she must, and so too must Beryl. Both she and Alisa were driven by a sense of duty for their families, though hers was not one of vengeance but of expectation. Beryl set aside many of the things she once loved, for they reminded her too much of Alisa. She ceased her training in magic, both to honor her father's wishes and to focus on studies elsewhere. Beryl was after all, his heir and the future of the ruling branch of the Maximillion Clan. Occasionally Beryl received letters from Alisa in her travels, though her own relatively stationary life prevented her from visiting her friend face to face. Beryl forced herself to move forward with her own life, though always keeping Alisa and her memory close in her hearts. Beryl distracted herself by embracing a new love, one less romantic and more literal: Treasure. Her young love of jewelry blossoming just as she had, although it grew into an insatiable appetite, rather than tremendous curves. Beryl studied dutifully in her father's footsteps, learning tricks of the trade passed down from generation to generation. Plying her craft wherever possible, always eager to earn her coin regardless if one solidary coin or a chest full of gold. Adding to Bradley's knowledge with her own feminine charms, as Beryl learned to use her ravishing beauty and titanic endowments to distract, seduce, and coerce men and women alike out of their hard earned coin. Though her studies in magic waned, they were replaced ten fold in worldly knowledge as the years passed by. Beryl grew to be not just a voluptuous woman but also a mercantile genius befitting of her heritage. All of Astera knew of Beryl Maximillion, her word carrying with it its weight in gold. As her knowledge grew, so too did her coffers. Beryl's lust for relics and treasure had her visiting foreign ports, attending art auctions and haggling with merchants from near and far. She craved to see her collection of treasure grow, expanding by the day she the avaricious woman nurtured her prized collection like a gardener tending to a prize winning pumpkin. The years passed, turning to a decade as Beryl grew more and more comfortable in her new life. Still thinking fondly of Alisa, but with each day the memories grew more distant, and the road ahead more tempting than the road not traveled. Beryl had to watch though, as time took its toll on her own parents. Alisa had lost her mother young to sudden tragedy, but Beryl feared she would lose hers to the cruelty of life. Serenei Maximillion had always been a woman of great beauty, and fragile health. Plagued by illness and weakness all her life, it was the Fioran weather that had once kept her youthful and energetic. Though with age, her ailments began catching up to her. It aged Beryl's father greatly to see his wife so. Doctors and potions could not cure a weakness that had afflicted her since birth. Her mother became frail, once luscious purple locks turning to grey within a year. Soon she could only walk with the help of a cane, then soon enough not at all. Until eventually Serenei was confined to her bedchambers, as her husband Bradley frantically searched for a cure. Beryl watched as her mother wasted away, the once energetic woman brimming with happiness and love becoming an empty husk clinging desperately to live. Beryl knew the day was coming when a servant rushed into her bedchambers to inform her that her mother had passed. But it hit her all the same. A terrible day, of grey skies and fierce rains. Beryl and her father grieved as best they could, crying ugly tears to the beautiful woman that was now laid to rest. Her father withdrew from his life, retreating to his study and leaving more and more of the lion's share of their clan's operations to Beryl. She struggled to keep everything balanced, shocked when one day her father barged into his... now mostly her office, wearing armor he hadn't worn in nearly thirty years. Bradley Maximillion explained to his daughter he could not go on without his beloved wife. The light of his life was out, and he wished to end his sorrow in the way all men of the sea do when there their last candle has blown out. Sail west, into the Great Blue Unknown, beyond the lines of the furthest maps. To die in search of the lands beyond the edge of the horizon. Beryl could only cry and nod, she understood, but it did nothing to lesson the pain. It was as if both her parents had died. Bradley loaded food and provisions onto a small one man sloop, but not before handling his affairs and signing away all that he owned to his daughter. Beryl burst into tears as he stamped the family seal in plum colored wax for one last time. Father and daughter embraced one final time on the docks as the sun began to rise in the distant skies. Bradley thanked his daughter, for the wonderful life she had given him. Beryl could not reply, her tears were too great and only a heartfelt nod came in response. She managed to speak one last goodbye, as her father's small ship pulled away from the docks. So very small, and the ocean so vast and cruel. Bradley 'The Munificent' Maximillion's grave sits next to that of his late wife Serenei, high on a hill overlooking the sea. Under the shade of a great oak tree, it was as fitting a final resting place as Beryl could find. She could see it, just barely from the window of her office. And on long days and longer nights it helps to give her the strength she needs. Content to focus on her work, on maintaining the commercial empire her family has known for three generations. To honor the legacy of her father and his forbearers. The next link in the mighty Maximillion chain. And so this was the life Beryl Maximillion lived, for years now she held such a life. A mercantile empress, commanding a trade fleet that spans half the known world. Her family's name known in ever port, their flag known to every pirate, and their reputation solidified in gold and silver. But it was not a life she could maintain forever. Earthland remains steeped in turmoil. When demonic invasion nearly swallowed up her city and her home Beryl swore she would not sit idly by and be a damsel for others to save. She would do her part to see the world made safe for all peoples, for the future of not just her clan but all of Earthland. Beryl resumed the training she began some twenty years ago. A rank amateur who had all but forgotten even the simplest spell. It took many months just to recover a fraction of the skill she had possessed as an eager teen. Once Beryl felt her skill with magic no longer sufficiently embarrassing, and that she might actually make a name for herself now as a Mage, she headed to Hargeon to enlist with Blue Pegasus. Her friend and former lover Alisa Faye Vollan was now a Wizard Saint, and Guild Master to boot. How much had changed over the years. Now an eager, if out of practice Mage, Beryl is ready to do her part. To carve out a future that all peoples can enjoy, for what is true beauty than the hope and dream of a brighter tomorrow for all? Reference: @Alisa (Permission from Alisa to use her in the background) |
Last edited by Beryl Maximillion on Mon Sep 06, 2021 10:17 am; edited 4 times in total (Reason for editing : Updating)
Epithet
Jewels
Experience
Reputation
Aura
Body
Cape
Ring
Modification
