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❧BEATRIX...
form by:
PIRACY
Beatrix
Marlene
Vince
female
-naive
-anti-social
-shy
-intelligent
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xxx╚════════╝ The Introduction
Being different is a lot harder than it seems. It means you're alone. Standing amid a crowd of people in which you do not belong. Forgive me, I got a little ahead of myself, an introduction of course. My name is Beatrix Marlene Vince, though most call me Trix, some call me Marlene and then there are those, of course, who simply refer to me as 'you' or 'her', but it's alright I don't mind.
The Backstory
To Beatrix the world was filled with endless wonder. Every inch of the world was teeming with life each begging to be explored further. What really struck Trixie was what she never saw.
Beatrix ears perked and she giggled, the world a warm, hazy yellow blur around her, filtered by the innocence and joy of youth. A large book was clutched in her hands, it's edges worn and it's white cover smudged with an assortment of mud, paint, and raspberry jam. It sported a title printed boldly across the center: The tail of a Princess. Beneath the title was a glittering tiara it's jewels painted with luster. The little girl promptly plopped down in the grass, bright eyes scanned the pages, little fingers leafing through it. At last she rested upon a large picture of a dragon. Where were they? she wondered, avidly searching the skies, but to no avail. But slowly, the years passed, her age increased and her social skills steadily decreased. Not a single flame-breathing reptile was to be seen. In fact many told her there was no such thing. But belief did not depart so easily.
The present
At nineteen years of age belief had yet to abandon her...
Hi there again, I suppose I must tell you more about myself? If you insist. I enjoy reading, learning, sketching, cold windy days filled with bright colors, soundtracks, and hot chocolate. I currently hold a job as an animator for Disney Animation Studios. An odd job but I love every minute of it. Every day we create a new world, and bring it to life, it doesn't require much talking either
Beatrix yawned her eyes flicking from her work to the clock in the far corner. It was late, far too late. She pulled down on her t-shirt warily and rotated the three dimensional image she had created, a tired smile lit up her muzzle. Ever scale shone with the luminescence of a pearl, enormous wings were tucked delicately at it's side. An intelligent simper was apparent on the dragons maw, it's neck held with the likeness of a swan. The real reason she had stayed at work until eleven at night to create this image? It was her. The dragon's eyes were an intelligent flurry of pink, an assortment of grays gathered across her back and down it's tail. She craned her neck around to view her back where her t-shirt covered her wing-like markings. if only. She dreamed wistfully her eyes adopting a glazed look as they stared off at something only she could see. Beatrix jolted awake, her eyelids heavy, in a frenzy of alarm she saved her creation and rushed out the door pulling on her overcoat as she sprinted through the damp parking-lot. Extending an arm out in front of her she leaned her weight on her old beat up car, watching as her breath turned to mist and spiraled upwards into the sky. It was then that an idea dawned upon her, she most certainly could be a dragon. Beatrix smiled in amusement and slipped into her car.
Her Costume
This Halloween Beatrix is going as a dragon. Yes, an odd choice but her's none the less. She created two large wings, that matched the gray of her own markings, though even her own mother insisted that it was a bat wing not a dragon. And a long twisting tail, that nearly dragged across the floor.
A few Questions
"More questions?! If you must."
- what is your favorite food?
"Crepes, love em! Especially with raspberry jam"
-what is your favorite movie?
"You do know that I could never answer that right?"
-Are you currently seeing anyone?
"I guess I'm not really anyone's type."
-What's your favorite song?
"Yet again a very hard question, I love soundtracks of all kinds,
I do love the music from How to Train Your Dragon and Sherlock Holmes though."
-What is most important to you?
"my own sanity and intelligence, I know that sounds selfish but I don't have much
family."
-Favorite holiday?
"Halloween for sure, I like the fact that you can be someone you are not."
-Why dragons?
"I exist, so do you why can't they? I know I probably sound crazy. This is why
I don't talk to people about it."
-What's your favorite kind of weather?
"Cold: raining or snowing."
The Average Day
Sleepy eyes flickered open, outstretched arms, a muted yawn. A step into a cold shower, then understanding. The haze lifted as cold water jolted her awake. A few words were sung out into the morning. Beatrix Vince stepped out of the bathroom and quietly slipped into her room, she slipped on a black and white v-neck and jeans, and tightened the feathers on her tail and wrists. A comb was brought through her tangles, and was casually tied into a well-practiced bun. A quick glance in the mirror, the straightening of her t-shirt and all was ready. A quick pep-talk. "You are successful, for now, you are young, for now...yay." Pep-talk objective was a failure. A glance out of the window: cloudy, looked like rain. An eager smile. No jacket was necessary. Coffee was done, sugar added, sips taken, body energized. Check. Converse sneakers. Check. OK. A confident stride out of the door. A few steps down the hallway of the apartment building. Keys...whoops An embarrassed walk back to the apartment.