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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@silvermist1116 Okay gotcha! Let's say it's because he still thinks she's a pink lux user and he knows general mind stuff is in their wheel house. But I'm sure once he eventually learns about her new headphones, he'll dislike her even more. :)

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Disclaimer: None of these relations are set in stone. If you have objections, please let me know. I don't mind changing any of them if you had other thoughts or ideas for your character. Help me flesh this out.

B É R O C H E F O U C A U L D
B É R O C H E F O U C A U L D

"That supposed love you share for one another is nothing but childish folly."

⚜ Acquaintance || ☯ Neutral/Indifferent || ☮ Friend || ♫ Best Friend || ♥ Crush || ⚤ Romantic Partner || ✄ Disliked/Bad Vibes || ☘ On Good Terms || ★ It's Complicated || ꕥ Friend with Benefits/Hook-Up || ☠ Hate/Enemy || ☪ Curious About

"I don't like you, more so that you are...tolerable."

✄ B R I T N E Y . W I L L I A M S ✄
Self-Righteous;

⚜ D R A K E . B L A C K M O R E ⚜
Everyman;

✄ L I N Q I A N . H A N ✄
Unreliable;

✄ L U C A . O L I V I E R A ✄
Plague;

♫ S L O A N E . F A R I S ♫
My Style;

✄ ✄ T A Y L A . C H O I ✄ ✄
Get out of his head 1;

☠ E D I C T . D E V O L A ☠
Get out of his head 2;

☯ C L A N C Y . P A T R I C K ☯
Unknown;

✄ J A C K . H A W T H O R N E ✄
Weirdo;

☘ ♥ ★ S U L L Y . M C P H E R S O N ★ ♥ ☘
Admiration;

★ ꕥ L E O N . R I C H O U X ꕥ ★
One Night Stand;

⚜ S T O R M Y . C A R S O N ⚜
Good;

✄ L A Y L A . H Y A C I N T H U S ✄
Useless Crybaby;

☘ A N Y A . B A K S H ☘
He gets her;

✄ A D O R A . P H O E N I X - P R E S C O T T ✄
Thinks he's a bully;

✄ E V E L Y N N . S E R E N E L I G H T ✄
False Prophet;

☯ L I L A . B L A C K W O O D ☯
Ambivalent 1;

☯ J A S P E R . W I L D E ☯
Ambivalent 2;

☪ L U N A . I N O U E ☪
Mysterious;

⚜ K E N S H I R O . M U R A K I N ⚜
Interesting;

✄ ☮ ★ A I S L I N . R O S E ★ ☮ ✄
Feels the need to protect her, and that's annoying;

☮ A M A R A . K I N G ☮
Real;

✄ A A R O N - A R Y I N . T H O R N E ✄
Annoying;

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Madamoiselle Vanille, Marceau, Tito @Aeolian
Rochefoucauld Manor in Monaco

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After spending a week at his childhood home, a grand manor nestled in the heart of Monaco, Bé found himself utterly exhausted. His mother's relentless demands for his attention had left him drained, his days filled with a dizzying array of social engagements. By the fourth night, he had accompanied her to countless shops, attended numerous parties, and endured several brunches with her affluent circle of unethically wealthy socialite lady friends. But it wasn't until the 7th day that he was finally granted a moment of respite from the whirlwind of his mother's unyielding social life.

However, this brief reprieve was short-lived as news of a potential stalker reached his mother's ears. While traversing through the moonlit corridors of Rochefoucauld Manor, the situation stirred memories of Bé's past encounters in Paris and Geneva, where he was the target of some unpleasant attention. Despite his attempts to downplay the incidents, the Madame's nerves were too wired. And so, against Bé's protestations, she hired a bodyguard to protect him, some ex-criminal imprisoned for protection racketeering, ironically.

As Bé entered his mother's grand bedroom, he looked around for her with those piercing ocean eyes. They caught the starlight that filtered in through the nearby window when he heard movement coming from Madame Vanille's boudoir. He sighed deeply, taking a sip from the teacup he'd transfigured from a thimble earlier before and approached with feathery steps. In truth, Bé had hoped to dissuade her from such extreme measures during his visit to Monaco, perhaps convince her to send that wannabe bodyguard back to the undergrounds of Marseille where he belonged. Well, this dream was all for naught, and Bé would soon discover that his dear Ma-Ma was keenly aware of the latest encounter he'd had at the train station in Nice.

When he entered the room, his mother's back was facing him. A large gilded mirror stood before her as she admired herself in what appeared to be an onyx mink fur coat as dark as midnight. Her dearest handmaiden, Anna, was assisting with the feathery dress that flowed beneath the mink coat, praising and complimenting her beautifully ageless reflection that dazzled with jewelry and fine adornments. As Bé stirred his tea, he braced himself for the inevitable conversation, his quiet gaze fixed on his mother admist the lavender-scented steam that filled the space.

[In French]

"Hello my love. Have you ever seen your dear Ma-Ma ever the more divine?"

"You look, healthy..." Bé said with a cool expression, taking a another sip of his tea as his eyes shifted to the maiden and then back to his mother.

Madame Vanille rolled her eyes, catching his gaze before shooing her handmaiden away. Once Anna was gone and out of earshot, Bé's mother took off the delicate diamond bracelet she'd been toying with and sat it down on the glass display case that housed enough luxury jewelry to end world hunger.

"Healthy is as healthy does." she retorted, looking for something else to try on as she continued, "Now, I hear you got into a little squabble with that stalker of yours while in Nice."

Bé's brows furrowed under his curly locs as he took another sip of his tea. It was about half-empty now and he could already feel himself yearning for another cup. "Is that what he told you?" Bé asked, an exasperated sigh escaping his full lips.

"Something to that affect."

Bé sat down on the nearest chaise and crossed one leg over the other, "Your new hire has quite the lacquacious tongue, doesn't he?" he remarked. Madame Vanille gave a dismissive shrug, so Bé continued, "That is not how the events transpired. Yes, I did encounter the stalk...fan, again." Bé paused sipping the tea, "And yes, he did get a bit handsy, but, there was no squabble. He was just eager. The true matter of the issue is that your serviceman threw him into into the lobby fountain at the Le Negresco hotel. Everyone there saw. It was an utter fiasco, and I can not jeapordize my image with someone like that around. So Ma-Ma, I urge you, please send that brute away, far far away."

Madame Vanille turned on her heels to face him, "Oh my sweeting, this is all the more reason why I stand resolute in my decision. Can you imagine what might have become of you if not for Marceau?"

Bé was unamused by the idea that he needed Marceau for protection. He'd only been in his mother's service for a few months now, and Bé has faired well up until this point. Why suddenly now did he need some overgrown neanderthal shadowing his every move like a stray dog desperate with hunger? Bé sympathized with his mother's fear, but it was not enough to justify the measure.

"Ma-Ma, please don't patronize me. I could have changed that man into a toad." Bé said, sitting the empty teacup on the nearby side table and clasping his hands together. His posture was always so naturally poised and sophisticated, erect like the Hyperion tree he'd visited while on a photoshoot in Los Angeles. This was a man who never slouched. His body simply didn't know how to.

"In broad daylight? For the entire world to see? I think not."

Bé looked away, his throat suddenly dry as paper despite the tea, "I know. I only mean to say that I am no invalid. I can protect myself. I really don't nee..."

Madamoiselle Vanille cut him short, massaging the crest between her eyes with a feeble moan, "Bé, please. You know how swiftly these migraines materialize when you contest me like this. Not before tonight's soiree. Please dear."

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Back in the hallway, Bé had enough built up frustration to break a mirror. The conversation concluded quickly from there, as his mother simply stopped responding altogether, leaving him to vent to the silent night. Not only had his plan failed, but she'd even guilted him into being her plus one at tonight's soiree at Madame Angélique's. What a nightmare of a woman. When his mother ushered for Anna to re-enter the room again, Bé knew that was his cue to withdraw.

As he ruminated on the moment outside her door, assured that he could have said something else to convince her, he heard the hard clack of steel-toed boots approaching. Bé smelled a faint musk wafting past his nostrils and the offense brought to his face nothing short of a scowl.

It was Marceau, the tatted husk of flesh his mother hired to quote on quote, "protect him". Born in Marsaille to a red light Jezebel, Marceau was an orphan swept into a world of crime from an early age. After spending some time behind bars, job opportunities were limited. And so, what is a man with such a damaging past to do other than enlist in the service of a wealthy Monégasque socialiate.

Marceau seemed confused by the scowl as he approached Bé, "What?"

Bé took a deep breath to maintain his composure and then turned on Marceau as though to reprimand him like a disobedient child.

"I had the situation under control."

"It sure didn't sound like it."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Bé sighed, vexed by Marceau's callousness, "That is neither here nor there. I'm referring to the fan in Nice. I expressly told you not to inform my mother about that incident. It was a trivial matter, at best. And let me be clear..." Bé paused, letting the heavy silence linger for emphasis as he gracefully caressed an unruly bang behind his ear, "I have an image to maintain. Do you understand what that means, or are you as daft as you seem? You can't go about flinging people into water fountains at every false provocation of potential danger. And most certainly not a fan."

Marceau snorted, "He was getting too comfortable with you."

Bé shook his head, "No, that is what I wanted him to think."

"Well, look, your mother hired me to..."

"I don't really care why she hired you, and frankly, my reputation is more important. You need to understand how this world of glamour preserves its illusion. When it comes to managing fans like these, placation and appeasement is a delicate process of give and take. During these initimate interactions, often the words spoken are meaningless. You have to respond with grace and think carefully bef..."

Before he could finish, Bé looked over the balcony of the main entrance and saw his manager approaching the staircase. Bé sighed, "Nevermind. Have Raphael prepare my regalia for tonight's soiree."

Marceau raised an eyebrow curiously, "So we aren't leaving for Paris tonight after all?"

Bé glared, "Obviously."

As his manager rounded the corner, Bé turned to greet him, his expression like someone whose only wish was to melt into their bedsheets. Bé's manager was a stout man named Tito, an American who shared a striking resemblance to Danny Devito. His appearance always tickled Bé mother, who couldn't help herself whenever she was in his presence. But Tito was as chill as a cucumber, and few things perturbed him.

[In English]

Tito spoke matter-of-factly. That is why Bé liked and trusted him with his career, "That musclehead of yours sure has stirred up some trouble."

Bé sighed with a knowing gaze, resigned to what was likely to unfold, "I know..."

Tito continued, "I've heard through the grapevine that your fan, or maybe ex-fan now, may be preparing to press charges. But don't sweat it. I've got my guys on it, and we'll squash it before sunrise If I can help it."

Bé's lips lifted into a delicate, gentle smile of gratitude, "Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a soiree to attend."

Tito laughed, "I thought you hated those sorts of things."

Bé chuffed, leaving for his childhood bedroom where his assistant, Raphael, would be there waiting to dress him, "I do."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Bé Rochefoucauld

"Wipe that smug grin off your face..."

_______________________________________________ Bébé " Bé " Harold Rochefoucauld He/Him | 25 | French | 5'11" | 170 lbs _______________________________________________ Cold-hearted. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I could, but I don't like getting my hands dirty." ___________________________________ [+] Wealthy ⫻ Bé was fortunate enough to have been born to great riches and wealth. Though not exactly a skill, he has learned that access to money has provided him with many opportunities in life. He can and continues to use his wealth to his advantage. Patient ⫻ Bé is naturally intelligent and clever, possessing an uncanny degree of patience. Though he may seem idle and disinterested in those around him, in actuality, he is always playing the long game. Patience is his greatest virtue. Booksmart ⫻ Often finding the unpredictability of people to be annoying, Bé finds reading to be immeasurably enjoyable and cathartic, affording him over the years a compounding wealth of knowledge across various topics, some more useful than others. He seems to always have a small pocket-sized book on hand. Pianist ⫻ During his formative years, Bé's mother classically trained him to play the piano until his fingertips bled. Photographic Memory ⫻ Perhaps he was born with such a trait or maybe it simply developed as he grew older, but Bé has an immaculate, photographic memory. He can recall experiences far back into the past as if they just happened yesterday. He can describe them down to every vivid detail. His memory is so advanced that he can remember the sensations he felt at the time, physical, emotional, or otherwise. Bé remembers faces like photos in a picture book. He never forgets a face once he sees it in person. Bilingual ⫻ Raised in Monaco for most his younger years, Bé speaks French and English.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Don't let them lie to you. Beauty is currency, and you don't have it." Sharing a striking resemblance to his mother, Bé is what one might call "beauty personified." This man was sculpted by the hands of Aphrodite herself, the true embodiment of tall, dark, handsome, and brooding. His presence commands attention wherever he goes, with a face that could rival the gods themselves. He has sharp angles, from his jawline to his nose, while the fullness of his lips entice you with the promise of a moonlit kiss. This hunk has clear brown skin and enchanting aqua-colored eyes that sparkle and contrast against his dark skin; with a gaze that could pierce through any man or woman's soul, it provides him an almost mystical sort of beauty. His thick, curly black hair adds a playful regalness to his overall aesthetic, perfectly complementing his otherworldly allure. His stunning visage is accented by a model-like physique almost too perfect to be real. Every contour of his body offers a harmonious balance of tone, muscle, and proportion. You can imagine Bé has carefully curated his body to be what it is, though immaculate genetics go a long way. Bé tends to wear outfits that are uniform, clean, and sleek in appearance, giving him an air of sophistication. He doesn't wear flashy clothes, preferring to let his natural beauty speak for itself. Bé is known to wear all black and is a sucker for a crisp black turtleneck, black slacks, a belt, and loafers. Sometimes he switches it up and wears all white, often as a tunic or some kind of silk garment. He wears a unusual serpetine bracelet on his left wrist.

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"I can hold a grudge like the devil himself. Try me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To be honest, Bé is a rather unmotivated individual with few goals to call his own. However, his one main goal is to uncover who his true father is. Husbands 3, 4, and 5 are potential candidates, but his mother refuses to tell him. He does not know why, but he plans to find out.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Bé is deeply distrustful of others and the concept of love itself. He believes that everyone has ulterior motives, leading him to approach relationships with a heavy dose of cynicism. His past has hardened his heart and extinguished any visible semblance of empathy within him. This is a young man who views emotions as weaknesses and would rather sit on the sidelines and watch as everyone throws themselves into the pits of chaos.

SECRETS ⫻ He's a closeted homosexual, so there's that. Bé doesn't know that he is a clone of his former self, a secret only his mother and one other person know. During the conflict with the Stygian Snake, Bé could have saved a coven member's life and instead, fueled by a bitter grudge, he watched as that person died a slow, painful death. He then secretly used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet, which he wears on his left wrist.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Closeted homo. His heart beats for other men, but no one needs to know that.

FEARS ⫻ Bé fears never uncovering who his real father is. Little does he know, he doesn't have one.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Bé was not kind to the other members of the Coven. His condescending and cold nature was an unwelcomed addition during his short tenure. The only reason he stuck around was because of the lies from someone who said they could help him uncover the truth about his father. Once he learned of this falsehood, he abandoned the Coven shortly after they defeated the Stygian Snake.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Bitter about the lies that had been told to him, Bé didn't get super involved in the conflict like he probably should have. Instead, he begrudgingly served as a support player, using his gift to help save innocents. When he could have saved a particular coven member's life, he instead, watched as that person died a slow and painful death and then used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet.

FLAWS ⫻ He can hold a grudge like it's no one's business and is known to be a bit prideful, sometimes to his own detriment. Bé would rather wither away in the ditches than ask someone for help.

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"My mother was a curious woman. And my fathers — well — they all met their untimely demise, one way or another."

Bébé was born into a world of glamour and mystique, the son of the famously beautiful French actress Mademoiselle Vanille Rochefoucauld. His childhood in Monaco was one of luxury and excess, his every whim catered to amidst the opulent backdrop of his mother's success and grandiose lifestyle. Yet, beneath the facade of wealth and privilege lay a dark secret. Madame Vanille was married seven times over, with each of her seven husbands dying mysterious deaths and leaving her all the more wealthier and enigmatic than before.

Tragedy struck Bébé's young life when, at the tender age of 14, he was murdered in the thick of night by one of his mother's scorned ex-lovers, stabbed through the heart, leaving Madame Vanille devastated and inconsolable. Desperate to mend her shattered soul, Madame Vanille turned to the aid of an old hermit (Adept) in St. Portwell, Oregon, for whom she'd been referred to by a long-ago contact who owed her a favor. Using a fragment of Madame Vanille's heart, the hermit used his magic to clone Bébé, imbuing the clone with the memories and personality of her beloved son, though purposefully leaving out the memories of his murder. Unaware of his cloned existence or his death at the hand of another, Bebe emerged into the world once more, haunted by fragmented memories of the last 14 years and an insatiable longing for the truth of his origins and "father". Madame Vanille has kept the secret of his death and rebirth from him, maybe to protect him or, perhaps, to assuage her own guilt.

Driven by a relentless desire to uncover the truth, Bé was drawn into the orbit of a teenage girl who tantalized him with promises of his father's identity and where he might be. Bé used his magic to support her goals in the hope that this answer would be revealed. Instead he was met with bitter betrayal when the lie came to light as nothing more than a rouse to get him to use his magic for her own cause. During the battle against the Stygian Snake, Bé's bitterness and resentment boiled over. Possessed by an all-consuming rage-induced grudge, Bé watched as his betrayer met a slow and painful death. After they died, he secretly used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet that looks like a serpent eating its own tail. Till this day, he still wears this serpentine bracelet on his left wrist.

No longer bound to the newly formed Sycamore Tree Coven under false pretenses, Bé left just after they defeated the Stygian Snake, moving back to Monaco with his mother, where he would live out the rest of his privileged teen years. At the age of 18, he made his way to Paris to pursue a career in modeling, achieving moderate success over the next several years. But as the coven's ranks dwindle and dark forces gather on the horizon to eliminate them one by one, Bé's journey has come full circle, and he must return to that little American town once again before he's next, again.

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"I don't need to pluck at the threads of your existence to see you for what you really are."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Abominable)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Golden Threads of Khalvat; When Bé activitates his gift, he sees the world around him as golden threads, cosmic filaments he can pull, pluck, tug, and twist, allowing him to reshape dense matter to his imagination and whims.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Quantum Transfiguration
Bé has what you might call, a limited form of reality warping. When he activates his unusual gift, his eyes glow with a celestial-like golden radiance and he sees the world around him as golden threads. To him, everything in his immediate environment is composed of its own unique entanglement of these golden filaments and they feel like a catepillar's fur to the touch. To others, these cosmic filaments are, initially, completely invisible. Only he can see the world in this way, which he affectionally calls Khalvat.

When Bé plucks or tugs or pulls on the entangled threads that surround an object like a silhouette, he can completely transfigure that object into whatever he can imaginae, transforming a gun into a swarm of moths or a rabid dog into a music box. Only when he is plucking on these golden strings, do they briefly become visible to those around him, releasing a beautiful, angelic hum, and then, the strings disappear once again, and the transformation is complete.

He can also use his gift in more subtle ways, like transfiguring a penny into a 100 dollar bill, making someone beautiful or taller or more muscular. Maybe give them a new outfit or make them look like someone else, or transfigure part of a wall to create a door. Hell, he could even give someone wings or revert them back to a version of themselves before they were fatally injured (in theory).

LIMITS ⫻

As it stands, Bé cannot use his gift on himself, so he can't transform himself in any way. He can only manipulate dense forms, so can't make something out of nothing nor can he transfigure something like air or moonlight. Due to the physical nature of his gift, he cannot alter the fabric of matter from a distance; he must be close enough to physically pull on the quantum strings surrounding them, which can be dangerous if he's not careful with his positioning. As such, his gift only works in his immediate environment. If he transfigures something into a living being, he only has brief control over it before its natural processes take over and it begins to behave as it normally would.

When it comes to his manipulation of the world around him, size matters. He can't warp something that's too big, like a large building or a mountain, nor can he change one thing into another thing where the size difference is too extreme, like turning a cat into a commercial airplane.

There is one particular limitation he has regarding dead people. He can't use his gift to bring people back to life by transfiguring their corpse into a version of themselves when they were alive. This is because the cosmic strings of dead people are completely black and black strings cannot be twisted into something that is alive. As such, he can only transform a corpse into something that is inanimate or non-living. Also, at it's core, this is a power that "MUST be used responsibly".

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Using his gift to transfigure dense matter can be physically and mentally draining for Bé. The larger the object, the more effort it takes, causing him to tire far quicker. Repeated or prolonged use can lead to severe exhaustion, nosebleeds, dizziness, and fainting. If he pushes himself to his limits, he will suffer excruciating headaches, physical pain, and even organ failure. The complexity of transfiguring something can overwhelm Bé's mind, when manipulating intricate or detailed objects, he must maintain a high degree of focus. If his concentration breaks during the transfiguration process, the result can be catastrophic—creating unstable matter, causing objects to collapse, or leading to unintended transformations. Changes made by Bé's gift will be reverted if he is severely injured or rendered unconscious. Bé's abstraction is influenced by environmental factors and may be affected by strong electromagnetic fields, magical activity, or extreme weather conditions, making it difficult for him to use this abstraction altogether.

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"Goodnight, love."

Bé enjoys collecting strange curios, some of which he keeps in jars and not all of them legal. He's got a black cat named Emmanuelle back home in his Parisian flat. Bé has never dated a single man in his entire life, often suppressing those urges and staying in the closet so as not to jeopardize his burgeoning modeling career, and also, he just believes love to be a fallacy in most cases. It is a sentiment he developed as a first-hand witness to his mother's tumultuous love life. Actually, there was one guy...but...that was a long time ago.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN

Bé Rochefoucauld

"Wipe that smug grin off your face..."

_______________________________________________ Bébé " Bé " Harold Rochefoucauld He/Him | 25 | French | 5'11" | 170 lbs _______________________________________________ Cold-hearted. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I could, but I don't like getting my hands dirty." ___________________________________ [+] Wealthy ⫻ Bé was fortunate enough to have been born to great riches and wealth. Though not exactly a skill, he has learned that access to money has provided him with many opportunities in life. He can and continues to use his wealth to his advantage. Patient ⫻ Bé is naturally intelligent and clever, possessing an uncanny degree of patience. Though he may seem idle and disinterested in those around him, in actuality, he is always playing the long game. Patience is his greatest virtue. Booksmart ⫻ Often finding the unpredictability of people to be annoying, Bé finds reading to be immeasurably enjoyable and cathartic, affording him over the years a compounding wealth of knowledge across various topics, some more useful than others. He seems to always have a small pocket-sized book on hand. Pianist ⫻ During his formative years, Bé's mother classically trained him to play the piano until his fingertips bled. Photographic Memory ⫻ Perhaps he was born with such a trait or maybe it simply developed as he grew older, but Bé has an immaculate, photographic memory. He can recall experiences far back into the past as if they just happened yesterday. He can describe them down to every vivid detail. His memory is so advanced that he can remember the sensations he felt at the time, physical, emotional, or otherwise. Bé remembers faces like photos in a picture book. He never forgets a face once he sees it in person. Bilingual ⫻ Raised in Monaco for most his younger years, Bé speaks French and English.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Don't let them lie to you. Beauty is currency, and you don't have it." Sharing a striking resemblance to his mother, Bé is what one might call "beauty personified." This man was sculpted by the hands of Aphrodite herself, the true embodiment of tall, dark, handsome, and brooding. His presence commands attention wherever he goes, with a face that could rival the gods themselves. He has sharp angles, from his jawline to his nose, while the fullness of his lips entice you with the promise of a moonlit kiss. This hunk has clear brown skin and enchanting aqua-colored eyes that sparkle and contrast against his dark skin; with a gaze that could pierce through any man or woman's soul, it provides him an almost mystical sort of beauty. His thick, curly black hair adds a playful regalness to his overall aesthetic, perfectly complementing his otherworldly allure. His stunning visage is accented by a model-like physique almost too perfect to be real. Every contour of his body offers a harmonious balance of tone, muscle, and proportion. You can imagine Bé has carefully curated his body to be what it is, though immaculate genetics go a long way. Bé tends to wear outfits that are uniform, clean, and sleek in appearance, giving him an air of sophistication. He doesn't wear flashy clothes, preferring to let his natural beauty speak for itself. Bé is known to wear all black and is a sucker for a crisp black turtleneck, black slacks, a belt, and loafers. Sometimes he switches it up and wears all white, often as a tunic or some kind of silk garment. He wears a unusual serpetine bracelet on his left wrist.

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"I can hold a grudge like the devil himself. Try me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To be honest, Bé is a rather unmotivated individual with few goals to call his own. However, his one main goal is to uncover who his true father is. Husbands 3, 4, and 5 are potential candidates, but his mother refuses to tell him. He does not know why, but he plans to find out.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Bé is deeply distrustful of others and the concept of love itself. He believes that everyone has ulterior motives, leading him to approach relationships with a heavy dose of cynicism. His past has hardened his heart and extinguished any visible semblance of empathy within him. This is a young man who views emotions as weaknesses and would rather sit on the sidelines and watch as everyone throws themselves into the pits of chaos.

SECRETS ⫻ He's a closeted homosexual, so there's that. Bé doesn't know that he is a clone of his former self, a secret only his mother and one other person know. During the conflict with the Stygian Snake, Bé could have saved a coven member's life and instead, fueled by a bitter grudge, he watched as that person died a slow, painful death. He then secretly used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet, which he wears on his left wrist.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Closeted homo. His heart beats for other men, but no one needs to know that.

FEARS ⫻ Bé fears never uncovering who his real father is. Little does he know, he doesn't have one.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Bé was not kind to the other members of the Coven. His condescending and cold nature was an unwelcomed addition during his short tenure. The only reason he stuck around was because of the lies from someone who said they could help him uncover the truth about his father. Once he learned of this falsehood, he abandoned the Coven shortly after they defeated the Stygian Snake.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Bitter about the lies that had been told to him, Bé didn't get super involved in the conflict like he probably should have. Instead, he begrudgingly served as a support player, using his gift to help save innocents. When he could have saved a particular coven member's life, he instead, watched as that person died a slow and painful death and then used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet.

FLAWS ⫻ He can hold a grudge like it's no one's business and is known to be a bit prideful, sometimes to his own detriment. Bé would rather wither away in the ditches than ask someone for help.

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"My mother was a curious woman. And my fathers — well — they all met their untimely demise, one way or another."

Bébé was born into a world of glamour and mystique, the son of the famously beautiful French actress Mademoiselle Vanille Rochefoucauld. His childhood in Monaco was one of luxury and excess, his every whim catered to amidst the opulent backdrop of his mother's success and grandiose lifestyle. Yet, beneath the facade of wealth and privilege lay a dark secret. Madame Vanille was married seven times over, with each of her seven husbands dying mysterious deaths and leaving her all the more wealthier and enigmatic than before.

Tragedy struck Bébé's young life when, at the tender age of 14, he was murdered in the thick of night by one of his mother's scorned ex-lovers, stabbed through the heart, leaving Madame Vanille devastated and inconsolable. Desperate to mend her shattered soul, Madame Vanille turned to the aid of an old hermit (Adept) in St. Portwell, Oregon, for whom she'd been referred to by a long-ago contact who owed her a favor. Using a fragment of Madame Vanille's heart, the hermit used his magic to clone Bébé, imbuing the clone with the memories and personality of her beloved son, though purposefully leaving out the memories of his murder. Unaware of his cloned existence or his death at the hand of another, Bebe emerged into the world once more, haunted by fragmented memories of the last 14 years and an insatiable longing for the truth of his origins and "father". Madame Vanille has kept the secret of his death and rebirth from him, maybe to protect him or, perhaps, to assuage her own guilt.

Driven by a relentless desire to uncover the truth, Bé was drawn into the orbit of a teenage girl who tantalized him with promises of his father's identity and where he might be. Bé used his magic to support her goals in the hope that this answer would be revealed. Instead he was met with bitter betrayal when the lie came to light as nothing more than a rouse to get him to use his magic for her own cause. During the battle against the Stygian Snake, Bé's bitterness and resentment boiled over. Possessed by an all-consuming rage-induced grudge, Bé watched as his betrayer met a slow and painful death. After they died, he secretly used his gift to transform their corpse into a bracelet that looks like a serpent eating its own tail. Till this day, he still wears this serpentine bracelet on his left wrist.

No longer bound to the newly formed Sycamore Tree Coven under false pretenses, Bé left just after they defeated the Stygian Snake, moving back to Monaco with his mother, where he would live out the rest of his privileged teen years. At the age of 18, he made his way to Paris to pursue a career in modeling, achieving moderate success over the next several years. But as the coven's ranks dwindle and dark forces gather on the horizon to eliminate them one by one, Bé's journey has come full circle, and he must return to that little American town once again before he's next, again.

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"I don't need to pluck at the threads of your existence to see you for what you really are."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Abominable)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Golden Threads of Khalvat; When Bé activitates his gift, he sees the world around him as golden threads, cosmic filaments he can pull, pluck, tug, and twist, allowing him to reshape dense matter to his imagination and whims.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Quantum Transfiguration
Bé has what you might call, a limited form of reality warping. When he activates his unusual gift, his eyes glow with a celestial-like golden radiance and he sees the world around him as golden threads. To him, everything in his immediate environment is composed of its own unique entanglement of these golden filaments and they feel like a catepillar's fur to the touch. To others, these cosmic filaments are, initially, completely invisible. Only he can see the world in this way, which he affectionally calls Khalvat.

When Bé plucks or tugs or pulls on the entangled threads that surround an object like a silhouette, he can completely transfigure that object into whatever he can imaginae, transforming a gun into a swarm of moths or a rabid dog into a music box. Only when he is plucking on these golden strings, do they briefly become visible to those around him, releasing a beautiful, angelic hum, and then, the strings disappear once again, and the transformation is complete.

He can also use his gift in more subtle ways, like transfiguring a penny into a 100 dollar bill, making someone beautiful or taller or more muscular. Maybe give them a new outfit or make them look like someone else, or transfigure part of a wall to create a door. Hell, he could even give someone wings or revert them back to a version of themselves before they were fatally injured (in theory).

LIMITS ⫻

As it stands, Bé cannot use his gift on himself, so he can't transform himself in any way. He can only manipulate dense forms, so can't make something out of nothing nor can he transfigure something like air or moonlight. Due to the physical nature of his gift, he cannot alter the fabric of matter from a distance; he must be close enough to physically pull on the quantum strings surrounding them, which can be dangerous if he's not careful with his positioning. As such, his gift only works in his immediate environment. If he transfigures something into a living being, he only has brief control over it before its natural processes take over and it begins to behave as it normally would.

When it comes to his manipulation of the world around him, size matters. He can't warp something that's too big, like a large building or a mountain, nor can he change one thing into another thing where the size difference is too extreme, like turning a cat into a commercial airplane.

There is one particular limitation he has regarding dead people. He can't use his gift to bring people back to life by transfiguring their corpse into a version of themselves when they were alive. This is because the cosmic strings of dead people are completely black and black strings cannot be twisted into something that is alive. As such, he can only transform a corpse into something that is inanimate or non-living. Also, at it's core, this is a power that "MUST be used responsibly".

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Using his gift to transfigure dense matter can be physically and mentally draining for Bé. The larger the object, the more effort it takes, causing him to tire far quicker. Repeated or prolonged use can lead to severe exhaustion, nosebleeds, dizziness, and fainting. If he pushes himself to his limits, he will suffer excruciating headaches, physical pain, and even organ failure. The complexity of transfiguring something can overwhelm Bé's mind, when manipulating intricate or detailed objects, he must maintain a high degree of focus. If his concentration breaks during the transfiguration process, the result can be catastrophic—creating unstable matter, causing objects to collapse, or leading to unintended transformations. Changes made by Bé's gift will be reverted if he is severely injured or rendered unconscious. Bé's abstraction is influenced by environmental factors and may be affected by strong electromagnetic fields, magical activity, or extreme weather conditions, making it difficult for him to use this abstraction altogether.

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"Goodnight, love."

Bé enjoys collecting strange curios, some of which he keeps in jars and not all of them legal. He's got a black cat named Emmanuelle back home in his Parisian flat. Bé has never dated a single man in his entire life, often suppressing those urges and staying in the closet so as not to jeopardize his burgeoning modeling career, and also, he just believes love to be a fallacy in most cases. It is a sentiment he developed as a first-hand witness to his mother's tumultuous love life. Actually, there was one guy...but...that was a long time ago.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

[Be right back. Making edits]

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Yus.

I can summarize the events so far for you and help you through the character creation process if needed.

You're in the Collective Discord server iirc?

@Punished GN

Excellent. A summary would be much obliged. I was in that server, but I don't seem to be anymore. I just entered the waiting room.

Cheers!

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Hello. Is this still open to new players?

Westpoint High - A SoL High School RP

Unfortunate redaction due to RP cancellation.

Westpoint High - A SoL High School RP

[Redacted due to RP cancellation]