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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Dirty Pretty Lies sure, I can totally understand that! What sort of situations have you concerned? I plan on speaking g with other members to develope friendships. She would be more outgoing and responsive to them.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Bea

Name

Beatrice Annalisa Endive

Nickames

Bea

Age

18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Demi-Sexul

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Art Nerd

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Short & Curly | Always down and messy
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 4'9"
• Body Type: Slender
• Clothing Style: Easy to wear and get messy | T-shirts, jeans, sweaters - very casual
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Ears, just once as an infant

Personality Traits

Quiet - Quirky - Emotionless - Distant - Blunt

She is soft-spoken with a somewhat raspy voice due to disuse. It is not necessarily that she doesn't want to talk to people, she just doesn't know how. She also doesn't understand a lot of emotions - her's or other's. If she is spoken to she will respond. Mostly Bea walks around with one earbud in her ear and a bag of art supplies over her shoulder. If her day is changed, her scheduled messed up in an unexpected way she becomes lost and anxious for the rest of the day. It can even get so bad that she will begin screaming and throwing things.

Upbringing Synopsis

She was adopted by an esteemed plastic surgeon Dr. Elliott Endive and his architecht husband Roland Endive. They were very excited about their baby girl but as she grew older it became aparant that something was not quite right. She was diagnosed with autism. Luckily she was on the high functioning end of the spectrum. Her walking and speech abilities came slower than normal. And she was not a very affectionate child though tolerated her fathers' cuddling. Roland spent more time at home with her, being the one to mostly raise Bea since Elliott was gone fairly often. Art became the most important thing in her life. From the moment she picked up a pencil it would be the only thing she enjoyed doing. She will likely be cared for by her parents well into her adult life.

Family

Dr. Elliott Endive and Roland Endive

Misc.

Alanna Arrington | #E0633C

Song of the month: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAwSQq44O_U Steve Aoki & Walk Off The Earth - Home We'll Go (Take My Hand)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I would like to reserve Alanna Arrington color #E0633C

And I apologize, but I was a bit confused regrarding how the images for the CS would work!

Lochpine Preserve

Baldwin slowly raised one of his giant stone hands and offered a wave back to the troll. There was a quiet rumble of rocks sliding together which may have been something like speech but no one could tell what it was the golem said. Angela turned, placing a hand on her hip. A delay. She frowned, as she spoke. "Morning Hunts. No, I don't think so. Not the sort of thing Malcolm likes to do anyway." She was about to start walking toward the forests again when, as if summoned by his name, Malcolm appeared.

Poor thing looked ragged. She wished he would take a bit better care of himself. His human body couldn't handle a lifestyle such as his forever. She inclined her head toward him as he thanked her. It was nothing the literal least she could do. Well, she supposed she could not have made coffee but... Her musings were cut short by the troll and the ex-fairy beginning to bicker like children. It was too early in the day to start this shit.

She rubbed a hand over her face. She had forgotten about the new arrival. She had not much thought about it since the last shopkeep left. Angela decided perhaps she would allow Hunts to do the de-ticking. She loathed it anyhow. "Do you think you can handle it? Nixies are awful crafty and violent. They don't like behind held and they sure make a fuss when you take the ticks off." She looked over the frame of the large troll and finally sighed. "Alright. Baldwin, go with him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself." She removed the bag from her shoulder. In it carried supplies for removing the ticks and healing supplies for those badly infested. She handed it over to Hunts. Baldwin seemed hesitant to go with the troll but did not put up any fuss.

Angela then turned to Malcolm, "We'll go greet this guy together I guess. We should probably open the shop anyway. Come along." She removed the keys from her belt and approached a large shed near the edge of the property. Within it was her trusty ATV. She quickly hooked up the wagon so Malcolm could ride in it if he chose. With out a second look back she started up the vehicle and sped away down the tree lined path.

As she approached the store she noted a pick-up truck in the lot. She could only just make out the tail end of it as she rounded the building. She stopped quickly and hopped down from the ATV. The truck was a bit old but she sensed that it was well loved. It probably worked very hard for its owner. She moved around the truck and there, at the front door, was a tall native man. Was this the guy? She approached him, raising a hand. "Hey. Who the fuck are you?" He might be the new guy. He might be some psycho. Though the land was supposed to keep those sorts away. She was naturally distrustful of anyone who chose to be out in public this early in the day. "We're not open yet." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a subtly aggressive stance, ready to punch the guy out if he tried anything.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Sister Bride of Aubree @Ellion and Bride of Kagan @ghastlyInc
Interacting with Kagan and Bree

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The market was absolutely magical. It had been some time since she had travelled through a market and a city of this size. She was often drawn away by beautiful clothes and fanciful jewellery. Adora could not picture her self ever having a need for any of it, but they were lovely to look at. Bree was much more in her element here. She watched the woman look over the finery and judging whether it was worth what the merchant asked. Adora could stitch up a wound or distil alcohol but she would be easily conned. Bree's shrewd eye was quite impressive.

And then there were the puppies. Adorable little creatures with happy wagging tails. The woman held up the dog as she tempted Bree to buy one. Adora reached out a hand and gently scratched the pup under the chin. As Bree got Kagan's attention something else caught Adora's eye. She gave the pup one last little pat on the head before she wandered over to the stall.

It was draped with decadent silks of varying, bright colours. Stacked and displayed at the stall were a number of books. Most of them appeared to be fiction of some sort, which did not interest her all that much. The books were beautifully bound though. She ran her fingers over finely pressed leather. Some of them had the words embossed on their spines. She moved around the stall and found journals and writing supplies. All of the journals were impeccably worked with images of beasts or forest scenes stamped into them. Some even had stones worked into them. She lifted one of them with a blue stone at the center of a mandala and a brass fastener.

Adora lovingly ran her fingers over the design, absorbed in the beauty of the work. Quite suddenly a shadow fell over her as Kagan approached. At the sound of his voice, she jumped, a squeak escaping her. She turned to look up at him, clutching the journal to her chest. She was surprised by the dogs sniffing at her boots. A smile spread across her face as she leaned down to give them a pat.

"Oh, I uh..." she straightened and finally replied. She held the journal out, looking at it longingly. "No, no. I don't need anything." She set the book back on the stall. She gave it one last loving touche before she turned back to Kagan, Bree, and the dogs. "Was there anything else we needed?"

Summary

Adora is mesmerized by a journal. And there are dogs now.

Lochpine Preserve

Chat with me on discord and we can hash it out darling.

Lochpine Preserve

He's technically not even here yet! Rick has no idea he is arriving. At this point, she and Malcolm.... Mostly Malcolm @BurningCold would be working shop.

Lochpine Preserve

Also, RP is open for business. Post to your hearts content.

Lochpine Preserve

This day on the preserve was much like many others before it. Being summer the sun was hot, making the day about 90 degrees Fahrenheit. What made it even worse was the level of humidity pressed down upon the preserve. The only thing which made the day tolerable was a light breeze which brought cool air from the lake and rustled the leaves in the trees.

Rick awoke before the sun, as was her usual. She ran a comb through her short, black hair and threw on a tank top, jean cut-offs, athletic knee socks, and steel-toed boots. The brownies had done a nice job taking out the scuffs and repairing the tear from yesterday’s climbing adventure. Instead of the gash, there was a hummingbird embroidered into the leather. Not really Rick’s style but she had to admit it was cute.

She was up before Malcolm, which was happening often these days. It seemed to flux, but it seemed to be going on a bit longer than was usual. She was a bit worried about him. He either slept in or had not slept at all. Rick diligently started the coffee pot and the first batch went entirely into the first, ginormous mug. It was about the size of her head and it took some effort for her to carry it. It was, of course, a decaffeinated roast and she added just a bit of milk and sugar to it. She placed it on the railing of the back porch, inhaled deeply, and yelled out into the woods – “HUNTS COFFEE’S ON!” Despite her small stature, the girl had some lungs on her.

When she went back to the kitchen the second pot was almost done. She poured two reasonable sized cups and lifted one to her lips, enjoying the dark brew. She then rummaged through the cabinets to find sugar and milk from the fridge. She dumped some sugar into the cup, thought about it, and then dumped nearly a cup more in before adding the milk. She left it on the counter and downed the last of her own drink. No breakfast today. Ah well, she would rather starve than cook.

From beside the doorway, she hefted a bag over her shoulder, clicked a ring of keys to her belt, and placed a wide-brimmed hat atop her head. The morning would be spent de-ticking the forest nixies. A fun job full of bites that could get potentially infected. As she exited the house, Baldwin scampered up to her. He was a golem concocted of rocks and so old that moss and flowers grew from him. His face was merely a boulder with two round indents that indicated eyes. He was also nearly half as big as the house. He had been a part of the preserve longer than Rick could remember.

“Did you feed the livestock?” she inquired of him. The golem slowly nodded. “And Bonnie, you made sure she did the milking and brushing?” He nodded again. “Then yes, you can help.” She golem moved to pick her up but she danced quickly out of the way. “Thank you for the offer, Baldwin, but I much prefer walking. The nearest N,ixie patch isn’t too far out.” The golem bowed slightly and walked behind her. Despite his size the earth did not tremble nor did the trees seem to block his path. Their limbs and trunks bent and bowed out of his way.