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Beatrice Viano 💌

the curious magician with a soft heart

Introducing…

Full name: Beatrice Diana Viano

Meaning: 

Beatrice is named after Beatrice from Dante’s Inferno, she guides Dante through hell and represents hope, love, and grace even in the depths of despair (source)

The name Beatrice also means "she who makes happy"

Her middle name Diana is the Roman name for the goddess Artemis, it means “heavenly, divine”

(also inspired by the song Diana by One Direction)

Gender: female, she/ her

Birthday: December 28

Age (start of story): 26

Orientation: bi + demisexual

Magic: water, healing, light, charms

Occupation: teacher, magical researcher

Familiar: Bramble, a brown rabbit

Love interest: Julian Devorak

Shippable?: shippable!!

Theme song: Library Magic- The Head and the Heart

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— ALIGNMENTS —

Zodiac signs: 

Sun: Capricorn

Moon: Cancer

Rising: Virgo

MBTI: INFJ

Element: water

Major Arcana: The Star

UPRIGHT: hope, faith, purpose, renewal, spirituality

REVERSED: lack of faith, despair, self-trust, disconnection

Minor Arcana: Page of Cups

UPRIGHT:  creative opportunities, intuitive messages, curiosity, possibility

REVERSED: new ideas, doubting intuition, creative blocks, emotional immaturity

Magic:

— Water: Beatrice has always been attuned to water, she can conjure water out of the atmosphere or draw it out of larger sources, be it a drop or a wave. She can also manipulate its temperature to make it boil or freeze. Her magic flows like water, she can use it defensively as a shield or even offensively as a weapon if need be

— Healing: She uses threads of her magic to heal wounds. Beatrice is better at healing others rather than herself, and she’s best at surface level wounds rather than healing illnesses or internal injuries. She can alleviate pain with temperature control, creating ice or heating injuries as needed

— Light: Beatrice can create a ball of light as large as she desires and can manipulate the color (she usually chooses purple). The light serves as a night light or a general light source. Though she generally finds fire a difficult element to work with, she can create small amounts of fire for light, most often used to light a candle without a match

— Charms: Beatrice has created her own spells for specific purposes. Her favorites are a warming charm which she often applies to her cloak and her charmed quill pen which never runs out of ink. She also keeps a diary which is charmed to only open for her 

Other abilities: she plays the piano, speaks multiple languages, is a proficient dancer, and is very good at chess and strategy games of all kinds, she is also adept at solving puzzles and codes

— PERSONALITY & PREFERENCES —

Personality: 

At heart, Beatrice is kind and empathic. She cares deeply for the world around her and those she loves. She wants to make a difference and strives for ideals of equality and peace. Despite her lofty ambitions, Beatrice is quite reserved and does not like being the center of attention. She is quietly ambitious, preferring to focus on furthering her next project rather than celebrating her successes. 

Beatrice is an introvert and doesn’t like crowds, she tends to be shy upon first meeting. She maintains a very polite exterior and follows the rules of propriety and etiquette around strangers. Once she feels comfortable around someone she is much more outgoing and can even be witty or sarcastic. She prefers to have a few close friends rather than a large circle of acquaintances and it takes her quite a while to trust others. 

Beatrice is incredibly dedicated and hardworking. She’s persistent in finishing a task after she starts it and has a bit of a one track mind. Beatrice is happiest when she has a project to work on and a problem to solve. She’s curious, loves to learn, and enjoys teaching others what she knows.

She is very loyal and affectionate towards those she cares about, though she sometimes has trouble expressing this in words. Beatrice keeps her emotions bottled up and it takes someone who knows her well to understand what she’s feeling. When forced to face her feelings, she prefers to express her emotions privately in her diary and will only talk to someone else when prodded. She is intuitive and usually knows how others are feeling despite her difficulty deciphering her own emotions.

Mental health: Beatrice is hypervigilant, startles easily, and is often anxious or worried. She has occasional bouts of melancholy, sometimes accompanied by periods of dissociation or “spacing out”. She has abandonment issues and finds it very difficult to trust and rely on others

Likes: books, rainy days, dessert, learning new things

Dislikes: geese, arrogance, unanswered questions

Fears: the dark, abandonment 

Quirks: she loves sugar and needs every beverage to be sweet in order to drink it, she’s nearly always cold

Favorite food: citrus olive oil cake

Favorite drink: vanilla cinnamon tea (with lots of sugar)

Favorite flower: violets

Favorite color: plum, dark purple

Most likely to: fall asleep in the library

— APPEARANCE —

Height: 5’4 / 164 cm

Eyes: hazel, more green than brown

Hair: brown with lighter golden tones, long, wavy, with wispy bangs

Other: she has freckles on her nose and dotted around her body, a magical burn scar on the palm of her left hand, and a small birthmark in the shape of a heart on her left shoulder

Color theme: plum, neutral earth tones, white, black

Fashion sense: Dark / light academia but make it medieval. White blouses tucked into trousers, sweaters with collared shirts underneath, knee length skirts, flowy white dresses. She usually wears neutral colors but occasionally goes for pastel tones or dark purple. Her clothing often features ruffles, puffy sleeves, and lace. Despite her love of impractical dresses she always wears practical shoes- usually brown lace up boots 

She wears her signature green cloak whenever she’s outside. It was her father’s and it’s a bit too large for her, but it’s like a security blanket for social interactions. It has a hood that she occasionally puts up and deep pockets that are always full of scraps of paper and random potions ingredients

— FAMILY & BACKGROUND —

Family:

Antonella Viano - mother - deceased  | relationship: very strained

Matteo Viano - father - alive, location unknown  | relationship: non-existent

Freya Viano- older sister - alive  | relationship: strained, but improving

Cora Mirelli - maternal aunt - deceased  | relationship: close, maternal

Marcelline Viano - younger half sister - alive, location unknown  | relationship: non-existent 

History:

Beatrice was born in the South End of Vesuvia to a merchant family. Though her family had little money, her mother Antonella had grand aspirations for raising the family to a higher status. Her father Matteo went on frequent trips to sell goods and made a decent living (though it was likely through unscrupulous means). Her mother worked as a tailor for the well-to-do families in the Heart District. Beatrice’s older sister Freya was her best friend and the two had a relatively happy childhood for the first few years. 

But when Beatrice was five her father left on a trip and never came back, choosing his crew and the open seas over his family. Her mother became far more strict as a result. She began to train her daughters to become “proper ladies” so that they could make advantageous marriages in the future. Marrying into wealth was the only solution their mother could see to bring their family out of poverty, and working among the members of high society had made her bitter and jealous of their wealthy lifestyles. 

Beatrice and Freya spent most of their time in lessons with their mother, learning everything from etiquette and dancing to languages and piano. There was little time for anything but lessons and chores, and their mother was cruel in her discipline of rule breaking. Beatrice was raised to believe that good girls should be seen and not heard. She went from an outgoing, excitable child to a withdrawn, shy teenager who longed for escape. 

She found her escape in books and learning. Her mother’s lessons were lax on the academic subjects so Beatrice taught herself science, history, mathematics, and anything else she could learn. She dreamt of running away to the far-off places she’d read about, and though she hardly remembered her father she held out hope that he would come back someday and take her with him.

Beatrice first showed signs of magical ability as a toddler. Her first spell was creating a ball of light to serve as a night light, it was an instinctive bit of magic born out of her fear of the dark. The light spell was her first and her favorite, and she developed it over the years to make sure it could last an entire night without needing her concentration to maintain it.

When her mother learned of her abilities, she forbid Beatrice to use magic as she thought it would make her a social outcast and undesirable for marriage. Beatrice continued to practice magic in secret, though she feared her mother’s reaction if she ever discovered the truth. Her sister Freya was unable to do magic and became jealous of her younger sister and resentful of their mother’s plan for them. 

Freya ran away from home when Beatrice was 12, leaving her to face their mother’s wrath alone. Her situation at home significantly declined until Beatrice was no longer allowed to leave the house without her mother’s supervision. Beatrice was her mother’s final hope at a better life and as she got older it seemed only a matter of time before her mother would try to find a suitable husband for her.

At age 14 Beatrice followed in her sister’s footsteps and left home, headed across town to their Aunt Cora’s magic shop. Cora was Antonella’s sister, though the two had a poor relationship which had ended in a falling out many years prior. Beatrice had only met her aunt a few times before and knew only a little about the “witchcraft” she made her living on. When Beatrice arrived she found Cora to be a warm and inviting person, someone she could trust. Best of all- she was someone who could teach Beatrice magic.

Living with Cora allowed Beatrice the freedom to hone her academic and magical skills. She helped in the magic shop during the day, learning magic alongside her aunt. Her evenings were usually spent with a book in hand  and Beatrice was the happiest she’d been since her sister left. 

When Beatrice was 18 her aunt passed away and the funeral brought more conflict. Freya came back to Vesuvia and she and Beatrice fought, leaving their relationship in tatters. Shortly afterwards, Beatrice met Asra and they became fast friends. As the years went on they became more than friends, but the relationship fell apart as the plague came to Vesuvia.

Beatrice decided to stay behind to help, and though her healing magic wasn’t very strong she volunteered at a nearby clinic to treat the sick. Her mother Antonella died a few months into the outbreak and Beatrice threw herself into her work as a distraction. Over the difficult months of the plague she became close to Julian Devorak, the doctor in charge of the clinic. Not long after, Beatrice shared her mother’s fate and succumbed to the plague, leaving a grieving Asra to bring her back from the dead.

After the events of Julian’s route Beatrice left her aunt’s magic shop to Asra to focus on a bigger project. With Nadia’s help, Beatrice opened the first public school in Vesuvia open to any children who wanted to attend. She spends her days teaching and her evenings researching magic and creating new spells. 

Five facts:

Beatrice is ambidextrous but favors her right hand because of her scar

she got the scar from breaking a curse on an ancient book she found in the library, it took her weeks to unlock it and the rebound from the curse caused the injury which never fully healed (read about it here)

Beatrice gains clarity from being near bodies of water and frequently seeks out water when she has a problem to solve

she was chased by geese once as a child and has a fear of them as a result, she avoids the particular park in the Temple District where this event occurred

she carries three pebbles in her pocket, bits of blue-green sea glass worn smooth by years of holding them, she got them from her father when she was little and has a nervous habit of fiddling with the round pieces of glass when her hands are in her cloak pockets

notes: the bio she deserves 🥺 thank you to all of you who have loved Beatrice alongside me for the last few months, i love her a lot 💗 and thank you as always to @leila-of-ravens bc i stole your bio template Again 

[bea-yotch]

molly: 2, 10, 6? not sure how this one stands. 14, 47

2. When someone says "this is [character name] coded," what comes to your mind

red leather. gold. fabric chokers and heavy scarves. choppy waves. safety scissors. colored contacts. twinkies. traffic lights. malibu shots. shimmer eyeshadow. dark circles.

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them

probably when she first drank alcohol tbh. her desperation for change led her down a road that she knew she probably wouldn't be able to come back from, but at that point anything seemed better than that. it especially shows how important it is to her to be able to do things on her own, and how hard it is for her to ask for help - even when she *really* needs it.

my favorite moment of hers is probably when she confided in milo about the reason she wanted to hide her eye. developmentally that scene was so important even though idek if it was canon lol

6. How well do they cope with the reality of their mortality

she doesn't! instead she blames milo for getting everything she wants and still resenting her. she is not prepared for the future and feels like she never will be, especially when everyone will be slowly dying around her - andshe for some reason blames milo ;-;

14. What could be considered as their worst moment

probably when she told milo that she'd rather pretend he was dead so it wouldn't hurt so much when it happened?

47. If they were an object, Which material(s) would they be made of

colored glass (red, yellow, green) and gold sodder.

[bea-yotch]

The Visitor

Part 2 of 2(?) [🌹] Part 1

I scrambled to put on my shoes, rushed out the door, shoved the key into my car, and backed out of my driveway quite a bit faster than necessary. Today was Thursday.

I go to the facility once a week, at 3pm, every day. The internet told me it could help my mom feel less startled by my visitations if I came at the same time - even if she didn't exactly know why.

So I couldn't be late.

I knew the way by heart. I pick up chrysanthemums from the flower shop every week, and a persimmon scented soap every two months. There are no real persimmons involved, of course. I wouldn't want her to have a reaction - especially when she doesn't exactly know she has an allergy. I triple check every time I buy the soap that they haven't changed the ingredients.

They never do.

I pulled into a parking spot at the flower shop and slammed my car door shut. I barely managed not to slam my face into the building. I was going to be so late-

My chrysanthemums were waiting on the front table, next to a pair of well-loved gardening gloves and a small slip of paper.

"On the house today," it read, "anniversaries are hard for everyone. Out on vacation, but sending love and support. - Christine"

I shook my head and left five dollars on the table anyway. Anniversaries were just the same as every other day, I tried to convince myself. No reason for pity parties or free flowers.

Today marked a year since my mother had been put in full-time care. I knew it was better for her there. Really, I did. My father and I couldn't take care of her on our own.

But sometimes, I wish we could.

I tried to get my dad to come and visit her, hoping that an anniversary would be good enough for him. He said he wouldn't set foot in there as long as he lived, as long as she was still being kept prisoner in there. I understood why. Really, I did. But it still hurt.

The door's bell jingled as I left the flower shop. I wish she could have heard it. She loved those sorts of things.

Her persimmon and allspice soap was nearly out of stock, but the one that was left was one enough. My watch glared at me as I left the store, and the time caught my eye. 3:02. I muttered a curse under my breath as I tried to reason with myself.

She usually thinks you're the mailman, Dex. Mailmen don't always come at the same time. She won't even remember what time you come every week. She won't even remember your name. She won't even remember you were born.

My eyes stung.

I turned into the parking lot and scanned my ID card, feeling nearly despondent as I tried to pull myself together.

Dexter Greene 12/5/57

DD of Eleanor Greene

I was told it stood for direct descendant. I always wished they could just say that I was her son.

I wiped my eyes, took some slow, deep breaths... and opened the door. It was stunningly silent.

The facility was white and modern, crisp but warm lights shining overhead. Paintings hung everywhere, some I recognized and some made by patients. I scanned the walls for something, anything, made by my mom.

Not a one.

"Dex?"

I turned, grateful for a familiar voice - and a familiar face. "Hey, Angel. I'm here to see my mom."

She smiled softly, handing me a pen and a small box. "You can put the soap in here if you'd like, sign her name on it. It can be like an anniversary present."

I nodded, although all I really wanted was to retreat into the floor. Even though I wasn't going to see her for more than five minutes, I still felt so...

Scared?

Broken.

I carefully placed the bar of soap in the box. "For Eleanor," I signed - even though she barely remembered her own name anymore.

"Thanks," I nearly whispered, without looking up. My eyes began to turn glassy without consulting me - but it was time to put that away. Time to see my mom.

I rubbed my eyes and gave back Angel's pen. She pulled back her hair into a ponytail and knocked, soft and gentle, on her door. When no response came, slowly and quietly, she opened it.

"Eleanor? There's a visitor here for you." Angel stood in the doorway.

"Did they bring any persimmons?"

My mom wasn't in view from my place beside the door, but Angel's expression softened as she looked at me.

She pulled on a gentle smile as she turned back to her. "I'm afraid not."

"It's quite alright. I'll be just as well without persimmons. Perhaps I'll request a basket next time."

I wrung my hands and hoped she wouldn't request something I couldn't bring her.

"Should I send him in?" Angel asked. She tok a quick glance at me and my small, pitiful box and bouquet before saying, "He would love to see you."

"Who is it?"

"Your son," Angel replied.

"Dex?"

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Angel looked over at me, the same surprise written all over her face.

"Yes, Dex Greene. He's here to talk to you. Can I send him in?"

"Of course!"

I held my bouquet and soap in shaking hands as I stepped through the doorway.

"... Mom?"

There she was. The mom I knew. The mom I missed. Desperately.

But the moment she saw me, her eyes turned to glass and her smile turned placid.

"Hello," I said, trying to contain my heartbreak.

"Hello, dear. Have you come to deliver the mail?" she asked with a smile. "I've been waiting for my package."

I blinked, slowly. My heart sank, lodging as a pit of emptiness deep in my stomach.

"Yes. I- I couldn't seem to find the mailbox," I tried my best to say with a smile. "My name is Dex, by the way."

"It's lovely to meet you, Dex."

I had hoped my name would stir something in her - make her remember me again, even for another moment. But no such luck.

I ran a hand through my hair as I scrambled to go through my routine. "It's nice to meet you, too." I replaced the old chrysanthemums on the mantle with new ones and put the soap on her small wooden coffee table.

"I hope you like your package," I said to her as I walked out the door as fast as I could - without seeming like I was totally panicking.

But I was. I was totally panicking. My mom knew my name, but only for a second and then it was gone. She was here, and she disappeared.

I leaned against the wall, hands in my hair, and I hopelessly slid to the ground. "I don't know what to do." My knees shielded my face as I tried to keep from crying.

Angel sat down next to me, taking my hand without a word.

A sob bubbled up in my throat, but I swallowed it back down to join the hole in my heart and the pit in my stomach.

"I can't see her anymore."

Angel's grip on my hand loosened, maybe from shock.

"... She would get awfully lonely. You're the only one who comes and sees her."

The sob finally spilled over. The tears were hot, like blazing knives streaking down my face.

She let go of my hand and stood up.

"Well... she'll be here when you get back. I have to go tend to other patients, but..."

She handed me a note as she walked away.

"If you need to talk."

A strand of numbers followed.

I threw it away.

@a-bat-called-ash @dont-judgemywaffles

[bea-yotch]

alex: 2, 6, 12

2. How does your OC remember their childhood? Is this an accurate reflection of what their childhood was actually like?

he sees most of it through rose colored glasses. his bio mom wasn't actually the best person. obviously she didnt deserve to die in a fire, but i digress. he views his time at the foster center as worse than it was, mostly because he was coping with immense grief and anxiety at the ripe old age of seven, but it was actually a pretty okay facility. you know, for the circumstances.

6. How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they like who they are? What would they want to change about themself?

he genuinely likes himself a lot actually. sometimes he wishes he could be more understanding but idk if that's even possible so like.....?

12. What is the worst thing that has happened to your OC? How has it affected their behavior, their health, and their life in general?

his mom died in a fire. he saw her being taken out on a stretcher. that gave him a whole lot of night terrors for pretty much his whole life and a traumatizing childhood. he treats everyone as if they need a bit of extra TLC that day, because he noticed how people did that for him. he doesn't love campfires or fireplaces anymore, but he isn't like afraid of them.

[bea-yotch]

olex needs to shut up i don't want to know about their bedroom habits jesus christ

[bea-yotch]

molly: 13, 20, 31

13. What is something your OC does (to others) that they would not like if others did to them? Are they aware that they do this?

literally everything she does to milo. blame everything about how she was born on him, resent him for getting what she wanted and not understanding why she feels that way, hurting him by constantly reminding him that one day he's #gonna die...

yes she is aware. it's mostly a grudge through teenage years but it does happen at other times as well. just less i think

20. How quick is your OC to shift blame? Do they own up to their mistakes, or are they prone to start pointing fingers at others?

okay like it's complicated and depends on the situation- but usually she blames herself. if not because it's directly her fault it's because life decides to punish her and everyone she loves

31. Are there any places or people your OC is avoiding?

at the age of like 28, absolutely yes. pretty much her entire family and anywhere she could run into them. ahahaha

@a-bat-called-ash

[bea-yotch]

Riana: 2, 6, 10, 11, 26, 33

2. When someone says "this is [character name] coded," what comes to your mind

silver! black and blue stripes, extremely choppy haircuts, brightly colored frogs, big chunky sweaters, the blue heart emoji 💙, paper clip earrings and wired earbuds!

6. How well do they cope with the reality of their mortality

she doesn't really get it yet. like she gets that molly's semi-immortal but she hasn't fully realized all of the stuff that comes with that - but i think that's on purpose. she's really scared of being a blip in the life of a person she devoted her entire life to.

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them

her most defining moment, to me, isn't a moment at all - it's the years and years she tried to respect molly's decision to run away with this man she'd pretty much just met. she tried really hard to just be a friend she could talk to - and i think that shows her devotion, empathy, self control, and compassion. that's like... her entire personality xD

my favorite one is probably her response when molly confessed to her lol

11. One word they'd use to describe themselves, one you'd use to describe them and lastly a word that their closest/loved one would use to describe them

she would call herself understanding, i'd call her devoted, and molly would call her sexy (and so so so supportive)

26. How do their family and their relationship with them influence their perspective and the way they navigate life

oooh interesting question! she always felt like her parents didn't care about her as much as they should have, so she makes a conscious effort to put as much care as she can into everything she does. this doesn't burn her out - in fact, sometimes she feels really bad about it because it's so *easy*. she wishes her parents had done the same for her.

33. Do they prioritise other people's needs over their own or the other way around

she always prioritizes others over herself. pretty much no matter what.