Post by lvsphinx on Jul 28, 2024 21:53:43 GMT
General Information
Full Name:
"It's just Beatrice. Or B. No last name."
Codename or Alias:
Beatrice Grey
Equity
Vodka Red
Anonymity
Public
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
27
Place Of Birth:
Portland, Oregon
Occupation/Status:
"None right now. I'm a vagabond. A homeless drifter. I go to where's work. I've been a trimmigrant, seasonal resort staff, busker, etc..."
Alignment:
Neutral
Factions:
None
Canon Or Original?:
OC
Powers/Abilities:
Superhuman Durability: The shield's curse has made Beatrice nearly indestructible, allowing her to suffer grievous injuries and survive. She can been thrown out of the windshield of a crashed car and tumbled over herself several times in the road before still getting up later. She can take bullets with only minor bruising, and shrugs off all normal bladed weaponry. She can also endure explosives such as rockets, grenades, and mortars, and prolonged beatings even while incapacitated.
Equity: Her signature ability, and the one that she names herself with. Any injury that Beatrice experiences from an attacker is also inflicted to her attacker by making eye contact with them, regardless of the amount of force needed to inflict the injury. For example, if Beatrice was hit with enough force to slash into her shoulder, she can use Equity to cause an identical slash to appear on her attacker, regardless of whether her attacker is somehow even more durable than her.
Consequence: Her standard ability. After she is struck, Beatrice can touch whoever damaged her, immediately inflicting the exact same amount of damage to her attacker, a perfect equivalent exchange of forces. For example, if Beatrice got shot, she can use Consequence to make the shooter suffer the same force that she experienced.
Musically Gifted: Beatrice is a naturally gifted musician, knowing how to play guitar, harmonica, banjo, piano, and can sing rather well.
Bilingual: Beatrice can speak both English and Mandarin Chinese, as well as read archaic Chinese.
Weapons/Items:
Musical Instruments: Beatrice carries both her guitar in a case, and a harmonica. She uses both to busk and perform on the streets.
Backpack: "Most of my life is in my backpack. Clothes, a small sleeping bag, hygiene essentials, etc. Everything I need to make living on the road more comfortable."
Weaknesses:
Disease: Beatrice can still be as frail as her fellow human in other ways. Namely, illness and disease. She has no power to remedy those ailments, and even standard healing takes the normal amount of time necessary for other humans to recover from those injuries.
Nonviolence: With no action, there can be no reaction. Other than her durability, Beatrice's superhuman abilities cannot be triggered if she is not harmed in the first place. If you cuff or bind her without force, she has no recourse. One can starve her, drown her, or drug her, and have nothing to fear from Equity.
Curse of the Shield: The source of her powers are a curse rather than a blessing. Reading the incantation etched onto the shield not only bestowed upon Beatrice her powers, but also cursed her to be its "new guardian". Distance from the shield gives the curse-bearer haunting dreams and vivid nightmares, leading to restless sleep and chronic fatigue in their daily life. Because the shield is currently in China, and Beatrice went back to the U.S.A. without it, Beatrice's nights have been beset by terrible dreams of conflict and suffering ever since, and she continues to constantly lose sleep and rest from it. Finding the shield again, and choosing to bear it on her person at all times, would cause the nightmares and sleepless nights to cease.
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Beatrice is a slender white woman with bright red hair, and walks with a graceful ease as she moves about. She has grey blue eyes, and light lines on her face accrued from years of rough outdoor living.
Clothing and Armor:
Beatrice usually wears durable jeans, a flannel shirt, and a hoodie depending on the temperature. She is aware that she looks good in many things, and while she would pull off more feminine clothing well, she has resigned herself to wearing what is best for living on the road and in the streets. Fashion and function often do not mix for Beatrice.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual
General Personality:
"I'm a free spirit, kid. Anything you want to know, ask."
Beatrice has achieved independence in a way few think of, and is proud of it. She enjoys not being tied down to any one home, indulging in her wanderlust whenever she likes. Perhaps this love of freedom and independence came from years of living under her parent's dominating control. Her difficult relationship with them continues into her adulthood, causing her not to speak to her family for years. Beatrice is also not fond of police, finding them to be an annoyance in her lifestyle, whether "just checking in on her" or threatening to cite her when finding her sleeping spots, another instance of difficulty with authority figures.
Other than around her family and police, Beatrice is a very easy-going individual. She loves to laugh, and often lets someone off the hook after a great joke. Her grin is a welcome presence, and she likes passing the time by playing music and entertaining others. While years of living on the road have sharpened her instincts about other people, she still prefers to maintain a friendly presence and outlook than a mistrustful one. She likes an occasional glass or two of beer, but doesn't like smoke. Beatrice also occasionally longs for romance, but due to her lifestyle, finds it hard to maintain long-term relationships.
While she uses laziness as a reason she doesn't use her powers to make money or have a new career, a more truthful reason is that Beatrice does not want to hurt people with her abilities while making a living, even if use of force may be justified. Complications from using her powers also causes Beatrice to keep her identity as a metahuman close to the vest, though she doesn't hide her identity when she uses her powers. Beatrice doesn't see herself as some special person gifted with powers, just a normal person who has abilities who doesn't need a mask as much as any other person.
Face/Voice:
Jane Levy
Character's History
Siblings:
Rose Grey, Daniel Grey
Mother:
Beth Grey
Father:
Howard Grey
History:
Beatrice is the firstborn child in a very strict and controlling household. Excellence and obedience were expected from her at a very young age, suffering under heavy critique when falling short of her parent's exacting standards, and languishing under a lack of praise for the times she did everything right. She particularly showed talent with music, picking up a guitar at a very young age. Unfortunately, she usually only scored average at nearly everything else, dashing her parents' dream of her being a brilliant academic. That still did not stop them from being an overbearing and controlling force in her life, even as her younger siblings aged and excelled in areas and in ways that Beatrice did not. As Beatrice progressed in adolescence, she started clashing with her parents, having bitter fights that would only intensify throughout the years. The conflict-wrought relationship she had with her parents took a great toll on her, and even led to her running away or getting kicked out a few times. Eventually, however, Beatrice was able to find freedom ironically through her studies, having done well enough to get into university, and live far away from her family for a while.
Unfortunately, her university years were also the time she'd gain her abilities, and would only be a cause of stress for her moving on. During her sophomore year, she was part of the university's exchange program with a Chinese university. While most of that year was a fantastic learning and growing experience, it also led to her getting into contact with Chinese artifacts. During a day trip, after translating and reading the ancient writing etched into a shield in what she thought was an antique shop, she found herself beset with vivid terrifying dreams of conflict, haunted by whispers in ancient Chinese. Translating these messages told her that reading the shield had now made her cursed as "the new guardian". She was also told of the nature of these powers, and even encouraged by the whispers to try them out on "deserving" people.
She kept the encounter with the shield to herself, and after university, wanting to stay away from her estranged family, decided to stay in another city. Unfortunately, eventually, a freak fire in her apartment complex would suddenly leave her without a home, and just months after graduating, Beatrice found herself homeless with 0 savings. Moreover, upon speaking to her parents, Beatrice learned that they were unable to take her back in due to moving into a newer smaller house. At first, she lived in her car while working full time, but after being found out at work that she was currently homeless, was soon let go with little explanation. Weeks turned into months of increasingly dehumanizing and mentally trying experiences, from experiencing and avoiding shelters, experiencing and avoiding other homeless, being rejected at job interviews, having her car broken into, being checked up on by cops for sleeping in her car, getting citations and fines for sleeping in public, being threatened with rape, and so on.
Eventually, after a year, she had enough and decided to leave, travelling around the country in her car until the battery finally died. She adapted, selling her car for parts and shifting to hitchhiking instead. After five years on the road, Beatrice has become a seasoned vagabond, knowing how to travel with 0 to little money and having no address to return to. Whether she knows it or not, she is also one of the few homeless metahumans, not using her abilities to change her circumstances, whether she wants to or not.
Role Play Sample:
The bartenders at Beatrice's watering hole knew her by her usual drink: Vodka and Red Bull. She'd spend hours at the bar, watching sports, going through her phone, and generally people watching. The bartenders knew the quiet respectful woman's name was Beatrice, but "Vodka Red" seemed to suit her just fine. She chatted with them from time to time, as the nights got slower, and people would trickle out of the bar. Sometimes, she'd have dinner there, but not tonight. Busking didn't go so well, so she used what she did earn for two large glasses of beer. As she nursed the second one, still scrolling through her phone, a bearded man strode into the bar and took a seat not far from Beatrice.
"What can I get you, sir?" asked the bartender as he approached. The bearded man suddenly withdrew a handgun, aimed right at the bartender's heart. "You can give me everything in the register. Now."
"Aw, man," murmured Beatrice aloud, before draining the rest of her beer with a few gulps. "Hey, man. You don't want to do that," said Beatrice as she turned to the man. "Stay out of this," barked the man, turning his gun on Beatrice. "Whoa, hey, calm down, I'll get your money," said the bartender frantically, going for the drawer. Beatrice couldn't help but smirk at the man. "C'mon, man. You don't really wanna sho-" Beatrice's words were cut short by the firing of the gun, knocked back by the bullet slamming into her chest.
However, she didn't bleed. Barely flinching, she looked down at the fresh hole in her shirt, spotting a tiny bruise forming. "Really, dude?" Staring in disbelief, the bearded man stepped back, gun still aimed at Beatrice. "What the fuck?" He fired a few more times, with Beatrice growing increasingly bored as she blinked at each shot fired at her. "Guess cat's out of the bag now," said Beatrice to herself before she suddenly leapt forward at him, grazing the man with her fingertips. He leapt back away from her, not knowing what was going on until seven fresh holes appeared in the man's torso, exactly in the spots where Beatrice was just shot. Gasping and spluttering, he clutched at himself in frantic horror before slumping to the ground, blood quickly spurting out of his wounds, pooling on the floor beneath him. Beatrice sighed to herself, frowning at the body now before her. "Damn it, man. If you didn't shoot me so many times, you might've lived..." Stunned and almost horrified, the bartender stared at the mostly unscathed woman. "You're...You're one of those metahumans..." Beatrice looked up at him, wearing a self-conscious look. "I'm harmless, I promise. Anything you do to me can just also happen to you. That's it." Still shellshocked from the scene, the bartender went over to the bar phone. "I gotta call the police."
Beatrice sighed. She did not like explaining herself to the police.
