Beatrice Fulsail
Beatrice Fulsail
Beatrice was raised and trained to be a hero go by a wise heroic mentor, with other siblings that had special powers. Surely this will prepare her to follow in her mentor's footsteps!
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Tall and slender.
Facial Features
Blonde hair and blue eyes. She has notably straight eyebrows.
Identifying Characteristics
Beatrice is always seen with her pet racoon, named Prowler.
Special abilities
Beatrice has psychic powers, with the powers of telepathy, telekinesis, and trained battle psychic powers!
Apparel & Accessories
A cape that she always wears, both with and without armor.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Beatrice doesn't like talking about her history before living with the Fulsails.
Gender Identity
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual
Education
Beatrice was raised and trained under Risen Fulsail, a former decorated admiral.
Employment
Beatrice is currently accept contracts at the Fallkirk adventurer guild, though until now she has only been able to accept minor contracts, such as finding lost pets, or helping old people get where they want to go.
Intellectual Characteristics
Beatrice very actively consumes books. If she isn't attempting to actively be a hero, then she will almost certainly be found reading some book.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To become the greatest hero of all time
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: Books (especially ones about past heroes), chances to show off
Dislikes: Experience requirements, being ignored
Hygiene
Beatrice always seems to be well groomed, even when she is on the trail, she never fails to look impeccable.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Risen Fulsail: Beatrice's adoptive father, a retired admiral that noticed Mia using telekinesis to steal food one day and decided to take her in and train her
Personality: Stern and gruff, yet whose kindness shines above it all. When commanding the fleet, he was known to have been cautious in most situations, but became outright experimental when the situation was dire. This reflects in his general approach when mentoring and its uses in battle. Masta picked up the former, and Seto the latter. Beatrice is somewhere between.
Masta Fulsail: The adopted daughter of Risen that has the ability to see up to 30 seconds into the future
Personality: Clever, calculating, and the leader of the trio. Good instinct, but far from academically proficient. Is slow and methodical, and regularly gets frustrated with Seto’s antsy behavior and Beatrice’s desire for flashy maneuvers.
Seto Fulsail: The adopted son of Risen. Has the ability to slow down time to half speed. Is frail and somewhat sickly. Prefers to avoid combat, or have combat begin and end with a sudden sneak attack.
Personality: Impatient, and not very open about his thoughts. He prefers to avoid conflict if possible, both socially and in battle. The combination of these two personality traits tends to lead him to running off ahead before Masta can give directions. Is emotionally guarded even around family, for those he doesn’t know, he might as well be a stone wall.
Beatrice wants to become the greatest hero the world has ever known, one step at a time! With a pet racoon and psychic powers, she wishes to make a mark on the world.
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Alignment
True Neutral
Age
20 years old
Date of Birth
26th of Boltros, 1401
Birthplace
A small fishing hut outside of Saltmarsh
Children
Current Residence
The Fulsail Residence in Fallkirk
Gender
Female
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Blonde
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Light
Height
5ft 6in
Weight
160 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"For a hero like me, that was nothing!"
A hero's departure
26tth of Icerim, 1422
A young woman with long blonde hair enters the Fallkirk adventurer guild hall. As she jogs up to her division organizer, a racoon perched on her shoulder moves to a sitting position.
"I'm back! TASK COMPLETE!" She gives a thumbs up, and a wink. The racoon puts its claw out as if joining her in the pose.
"Nice job, Beatrice." Despite the words, the man behind the counter says it flatly. "So, the cat has been returned to her owner?"
Beatrice hangs her head and sighs. "You know, you can at least let me pretend I've done something actually heroic for at least like 10 seconds, right Woody?"
Woody appears unimpressed. "Come on now, finish the debriefing."
"Fine." Beatrice pouts. "I searched for the stray for like 45 minutes. Then, I found it in a tree. I used my HEROIC POWERS to get it down. Finally, I brought the cat to Mrs. Fisher. She was grateful, and agreed to pay the cost."
"And by heroic powers, you mean your telekinesis, right?"
Beatrice let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yeeessss..." She pauses to pout. "When will I be able to do actual real hero stuff? Like running in with a sword and saving children from pirates, or fighting giant monsters?" She thrusts her sword into the air for effect.
"You know as well as I do that no one wants to entrust risky tasks to some random 20 year old who has never been in real combat, right?"
"Hey, I'm not just a 20 year old, I trained under HERO RISEN FULSAIL!" The others in the guild were used to her antics, and did their best to ignore her shouting, but some were doing a better job than others.
"Bein' trained by someone who did something decades ago don't mean anythin." Woody's rock steady demeaner as still didn't change one bit.
"Besides, how am supposed to get hero experience if those jobs require hero experience beforehand? What happens when the experienced people die out? Demographically the system is doomed to fail as much as a nation with a declining population, like Nemurian catastrophe 1500 years ago---"
Woody interrupted. "Look kid, I don't make the rules. Maybe it will make our 'demographs' bad or whatever. Doesn't change that there ain't no way our Fallkirk clients will want to hire you, plain and simple."
Suddenly Beatrice perks up. "Oooh, but what about other clients?"
"Well, same with Northbury ones." Woody appears to be in thought.
"Well, are there others?"
Woody rubs his chin. "Well, we did get one the other day from this one place..."
"WHAT IS IT?! TELL ME!" Beatrice began hopping up and down, and this was enough to most of the heads in the room to turn, with scowls attached.
"Quiet down girl or I ain't tellin' you nothin." Woody says sternly.
Beatrice becomes dead quiet, but is shaking a little.
"I don't want to get your hopes up. Its this little place down south in the middle of nowhere called 'Saltmarsh,' apparently. Someone down there had an ... involved ... request, without any experience requirement, but no one wants to travel hundreds of miles for a place like that. So we were just about to tell them that..."
Beatrice fist pumps. "I'll do it!"
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