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Bacardi easily comes off as calm and collected, often using
words such as 'darling,' 'love,' and her signature 'little
lavender' as call names to others she holds close. She
is excellent with younger beans, with a patience you
don't see often. When it comes to adults, she
interacts well and is soft-spoken, even in an argument.
One can see it in the way she walks and the way she
talks, her flamboyant stride and the way she keeps her
tail down with its tip pointed upwards, how every step
matches with the melody of her sing-song voice. Not
to mention her odd little quirk which she has nurtured
since youth: she simply loves poetry and it is evident
in her daily speech. She makes short poems, simple
rhymes and even the occasional pun in conversation.
She tends to keep it casual and relaxed, much like the
environment she lives in.
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For a living, Bacardi runs a small store that rests in a cluster of other stores on a cliff. The cliff itself has a paved surface and overall has a nice scenery despite the strong scent of salt being a constant trait of it. Bacardi's store is the third one from the right, and has a window in the back that overlooks the cliff. The walls are made of bricks but are overlaid with pale wooden planks that give it a more seaside familiarity to it, with a few windchimes made of shells hanging from above.
Inside, the store has a line of shelves displaying all sorts of shells and souvenirs made from them, such as small miniatures and windchimes. There is a small counter to the left of the store, and that's where Bacardi is usually found in a sundress. Two menus, one to the left and one to the right sides of the counter, display what's on sale. She makes tea and coffee often, and would have also sold cake if her husband was fond of it, which he sadly isn't. Instead she sells small chocolates she makes on her own, along with little pouches of herbals with calming scents such as lavender and thyme, meaning her shop is quite a mix of desserts and tidbits.
Simply loving flower crowns and flowers themselves, Bacardi also occasionally offers those crowns as a free bonus when someone purchases her items. She grows all these flowers from her own little garden at home along with the rest of her herbs. Not only that, but she is also quite familiar with paper planes and paper cranes, and as a result they are found on her desk at work and on her bedside table at home. They are usually in shades of peach, pink and purple, and when her children were still young she would show them how to make them, and for the paper planes, how to fly them too. It was a calming pastime then, and it still is now, explaining some colored papers hidden in the back of her counter.
Bacardi adores poetry. Ever since she learned what poetry was, which was when she was quite young, she learned to love it. Her reason for loving it so much was because it was so fun, making all those verses and rhymes. At that age she wrote down a list of words that rhymed, almost filling her journal pages with her scribbly handwriting, which has improved to an elegant cursive ever since. One of her favorite rhymes is simple: "Paper planes and flower crowns, childish games and small towns. From the hatch of an egg to the swish of a tail, to the sound of her heart and her will not to fail."
Another quirk she has connects to her love for classical music: she absolutely loves listening to the piano. She's even tried to learn how to play it once, although she eventually gave up on it because it took too much of her time and money since she took courses as her attempt. However this failure never affected her badly, and even now she loves listening to the piano. This is one of her favorite songs, since it both has a title that relates to her and it is, overall, a very pleasant song to listen to. It's also one of the songs she wanted to be able to play, and ironically it's the only one she actually can play before she stopped learning to play the piano.
As her husband, Orange Cream is pretty much everything to Bacardi. He means the world to her, she's only ever let her anger get the better of her once, and that'ss long forgotten, buried underneath the blossoms of their love and forgiveness. Now as mates they are close to each other; work keeps them apart but they always return home to see the other patiently waiting, eager to close the gap between them in embrace.
Sen is a close friend of Bacardi's, since he often visits her shop, mostly to see what new items she has in stock. He usually looks for the shell-based items she has, and already has an amount of items from her including a shell figurine and a snowglobe or two, and even a necklace, although Bacardi has never seen him wear it... maybe it's behind the bandanna he wears all the time? Well, who knows?
Ever since Kutka came to Ardi's small store to see what she sold and the lot, and she became a regular customer ever since. She usually has a cup of tea and sometimes a bit of chocolate early in the morning, and although they rarely meet outside of work, Bacardi has grown comfortable with using the term 'friend' when referring to her. Not to mention that Kutka's a good person for her to talk to.
Bacardi's relationship with Yumemi isn't as close as most of Ardi's other relationships; although the fashionable bean does swing by for her items and some tea or chocolate. Yumemi does prove to be rather nice, and Bacardi admires her for her confidence and attitude as an impressive model, and it is a bit hard for Ardi to ignore the fact that someone like her wouldn't mind staying for a few pretty beach shells and tea.
Rosalina and Bacardi are sisters, almost. Having known each other for many years gave them the chance to get to know each other, and growing up together meant they shared a lot of interesting memories. Now they don't meet up as frequently as they used to, but when they do the first thing they catch up each other. Bacardi and Rosalina sometimes surprise each other with friendly gifts of flowers from Rosa, shells from Ardi.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBacardi and Sundae have a rather strained relationship, with the occurrences between them a key factor for Bacardi's personality and endearing kindness. Between that and their rivalry from youth, along with some heartbreak for Sundae, they never really got along. Trying to become the better sister meant that Bacardi gradually became kinder, sweeter to her sister... and yet somehow they never worked out properly. Shame, especially since that meant her children rarely saw their aunt.
Saki and Bacardi are relatively close. Although Saki does have children, it doesn't prevent them from seeing each other often. In fact, Bacardi loves seeing her daughter and her grandchildren. She's proud of her daughter for how far she's gone in life. Often trying to get her daughter to take something home after every visit and occasionally reprimanding her in French with kinder words every time they meet is one trait that their relationship has.
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Toffee is a more caring sister according to Bacardi, even though they don't see each other very often. At times Bacardi seeks help and advice from her even though she still has plenty of friends to talk to. Bacardi and Toffee talk in French once in a while and is probably one of the few other dragons who aren't ticked off by Ardi's French accent that can once in a while disrupt her good poems.
Bacardi feels like Valentine is her family favorite. She can't really put it into words, but saying that she's proud to see her daughter blossom and grow like a flower to who she is now, that is an astonishing pleasure to her. Valentine is all in all a lovely bean, especially in her mother's eyes, just like a gift. She is the bean she babies from youth and even now, which isn't really a surprise.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlthough Shay can seem like the downer in the house to Bacardi, he is still more precious to her than diamonds. Watching him grow and eventually finding his mate makes Ardi a proud mother, especially since she used to be the mother who had to often comfort her unhappy little boy. She likes to talk to Shay when they meet up, preparing sugary drinks and buying him Pocky sticks when she's in a good mood.
To Bacardi, Moriarty would be her most mysterious and problematic (in her eyes, of course) child of all. Although he does come back occasionally to ask for advice and a cup of coffee, they don't really talk much outside of said advice, leaving Bacardi to wonder what goes on between the world and her beloved last child. This worries her often, even keeping her up at night wishing she knew what went on with him.
Three phrases to describe the relationship between Merque and Bacardi? Desserts, sisterly advice and comforting words. It began quite simply when they met one day, but it has bloomed plenty since then. Bacardi and Merque occasionally pour out their feelings to each other, about family, friends and so on. Between Que's feelings which seem like an ocean and Ardi's demeanor hiding her own problems, they somehow manage to comfort each other after every pep talk. 
Sometimes the best personalities are shaped by the worst of tragedies.
This is one of those cases. As a youngster, Bacardi was orphaned along with her two sisters. They lived in a foster home in Paris, France. To their veiled eyes it was nigh impossible to see all the beauty around them, they were oblivious young minds who did not understand how to get a grip of where they lived. Growing up, Bacardi remembers only a few details on her past, but what remains at the back of her mind, she can describe like it was yesterday.
Waking up again in foster care. Bacardi's claws scratched the surface of the already ripped-up and dusty cherry red carpet at her feet. Sometimes she imagined walking on soft velvet that polished her claws, but sadly her home just didn't allow it. Stretching slightly and feeling a pain in her knees, she yawned and glanced at the form of her sister, Sundae, who was still asleep. Studying her form and the gentle rise and fall of her chest, Ardi thought about last night's shenanigans.
Long story short, things hadn't gone very well between them. Before they had went to bed, well... they had a sort of 'falling out,' due to Ardi having been a tad too stubborn. Either way the confrontation ended in tears which still streaked underneath the young bean's eyes. She always wished she could be like her sister, and as she looked in the mirror while stepping up a few small baby stairs, in order to be tall enough to turn the faucet and wash her face that morning.
Fast forward a few years. Paris, France. Standing in a leather jacket, a wool scarf, black boots and a long flowing gray skirt. Ardi had aged, and so had her sisters. They'd grown and changed plenty during those years. Education, friends and even a full-time job as a journalist and a hobbyist in shell collecting. Bacardi's hobby had somehow paid off greatly, and her talent had made her open a little shop and even sell her products online. She was at a street intersection, eyes scanning the scenery. Cars whirring by... and a thought came into her head. Her sisters.
They had parted ways, but that also meant they were keeping less contact with each other. Sundae especially. One night's worth of a phone call had somehow separated them, something about a broken heart and trying to put together missing pieces. Bacardi had wanted to help, but her resentment for her sister stopped her from doing so.
Her relationship with Toffee was gradually rebuilding itself, though. They had gone along a little better, maybe separated by their sister's concealing herself. Ardi broke her train of thoughts after a while, crossing the road.
Last flashback. Meeting Orange Cream. This hadn't been the first time they had met, but this was indeed the first since Bacardi's heart had spilled and she learned that, well, strings and threads of feelings had crisscrossed and stitched each other together like a tapestry of confused love. It wasn't anything formal, just a dinner out together, but Ardi was nervous nonetheless. Shuffling her feet, toes flexing in her velvety shoes, she craned her neck to look for Cream. There he was... waiting for her.
And that, to Bacardi, was the true beginning.
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