About Beatrix Mortimire-EbonGraynotes:
she doesn't like dogs, loves reading, loves spiders, carries cheese around for no reasons, violet eyes, jet black hair, two sisters Peppercorn and Whim Glad Hand
Occult Evolution
Baetrix Mortimiacegrey, aka Bae
“Beatrix Mortimire-EbonGray” she gave a quick smile, grabbed the coins from his meaty palm and slipped away through the busy crowd at the Pickled Ear before he would suggest that she should sit in his lap and tell him her story...for the third time tonight. He was drunk, so kept forgetting he had already asked. This was most nights at the Ear. Crowds, drunks, offers to sit a bit and talk. Roxie, the owner, encouraged a little fraternizing with the customers, keeping them coming here instead of the nicer places in Breachill. Encouraged especially to the three pretty magically inclined gnome sisters newly in town. Bea caught sight of Whim, teasing a young rogue, with the beckoning curve of her lips, then retreating with a laugh and a slight bop on the man’s nose as his hands tried to be too friendly for a public space. Peppercorn was probably snogging her heart out somewhere already ignoring the actual work waitresses were supposed to do. Bea doubled up on the work part since she had no interest in Fraternizing. She did have to tell their story though, now and again, to appease the red-headed proprietor of the Ear. “My sisters and I, sir?” she asked with a glance to Roxie, who nodded, as a handsome lad at the bar asked the question. Sighing, she climbed up on the human-sized bar stool, with slight help and irritatingly lingering hands to help steady her “Well, we’re from a big family, seven of us, all daughters, and our Father. We lived in a tower in Kilargo where he did great things for the glorious Chelixia empire, to keep the well established and needed peace.” at the darkening of the man’s face she hurried to the next part “We know now, it was all lies. Every bit. Even the Father part. He was a wizard who had decided the easiest way to keep slaves with minimal worry of rebellion and without turning them into mindless drooling slugs, was to turn them into his family. He rewrote our minds, inserting an idyllic childhood full of love and devotion from him to us, while also blocking all we knew of our lives before Him.” She shifted uncomfortable in her stool, moving his hand away and adjusting at her jet black braid, laced with violet streaks thanks to the flowers blooming outside the boarding house the sisters shared. “The Silver Ravens killed him, which granted us our freedom, but it didn’t undo the rewriting. The blocks were gone, letting the memories that didn’t get overwritten return, but the happy warm memories of our 'family' didn’t go. So all of us still love him to some degree, though all of us hate him to a greater one.” Peppercorn did the hate part the best so far. “Lin, Tolly, MIramil, and Bobbin all decided to try and go back to their original families. While Whim, Pepper, and myself had too many holes to remember where ours were, so we came here to start a new life. And that’s all sir, so if you would excuse me.” But the young lad had gotten too lost in the soft creamy skin and bright violet eyes of the very pretty young lady, and his heart had fallen to her sad tale, so he felt the moment was right to lean in for a kiss. To console her of course. It wasn't the right time. It would never be the right time. And he was an idiot... Bea was lost in memories he couldn’t see, so didn’t anticipate the lip attack, so she panicked and recoiled back, tipping her precarious stool in the process. Reaching for anything to keep her from flopping with a thud to the hard floor, her horrid magic manifested to turn her left arm into a large slimy tentacle with puckered suckers and a rather gross odor of dead fish, which wrapped around the young lad’s neck bringing out a gurgled scream from him. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop the fall, just brought him with her to thud on that hard floor. Him on top looking horrified to a degree that sickened her and made her do yet another dumb thing. Her pretty face darkened in every recess, drained of all color. Her violet eyes became vivid bruises. Her lovely bright voice dripped into a cold from the depths where no light was ever seen, “GET OFF ME” spoken in a whisper that shook the man’s bones and emptied his bladder. He ran. Luckily the bar was packed and most were drunk so only a few noticed, and those hurried away to another part of the bar. “You have to stop doing that, bumblebee” Whim, her older ‘sister’ was there helping her up with sympathetic eyes. “I think he peed on you.”
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