WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, BEATRIZ RAMOS
GENDER/PRONOUNS: She/Her
DATE OF BIRTH: October 15th, 1995
OCCUPATION: Owner of Doce
RESIDENCY: Sunny Harbor
FACECLAIM: Camila Mendes
IF I DIE YOUNG
SPECIES: Fae
SUBCATEGORY: Banshee
REGENERATED: Yes
FAE COURT POSITION: High Fae
AGE THEY APPEAR: 30
LAY ME DOWN IN A BED OF ROSES
The birth of Beatriz Ramos was one cloaked in secrecy and fear. Her mother Marcela had to watch her own husband regenerate in front of her when they were being accused of witchcraft and were nearly killed. He caused a distraction that allowed her to flee, but let himself get caught in her stead. She had never wanted a child, knowing that the chances of giving birth to another fae were high with two parents that carried the gene. But she grew lonely in the lifetimes she survived without her husband, and when she met him again almost a century later, he couldn’t remember their past beyond a fleeting feeling that he’d met her before, perhaps in a dream. Although he started to regain bits and pieces of his memory again, it wasn’t the same as before. He felt he could never live up to the man Marcela remembered, the one she adored and had treasured memories with, so he left. When Marcela found herself pregnant with Beatriz a few months later, she grasped at the chance to have a failsafe, a companion in her long life that could never leave her, that she could protect. She left Brazil and gave birth to her daughter in the safest place known to the supernatural, Lunar Cove. When Beatriz was finally brought into this world, her mother clutched her tight, vowing not to let her fall to the same fate as her father. She would not let her baby forget who she was.
From a young age, Beatriz knew who and what she was, she knew that she would one day gain abilities that would make her a harbinger of death. Though maybe she didn’t quite know the extent of what that meant, she knew that it meant she had to stay away from iron, witches, and any other species that may mean her harm, especially vampires. In addition to the number of other worries little girls had to be wary of. Beatriz was never out of her mother’s sight for too long, and once she started sleep walking, her mother attached a bell to her door to let her catch her before she wandered off too far. In short, Beatriz was safe. So safe and wrapped up in her mother’s cocoon she was suffocating in it. She never knew the extent of her mother’s pain, of her paranoia for Bea to be safe and close and protected within an inch of her life. But even the best intentions can come with thorns wrapped around the pretty stems. Bea had a lot of questions about her father growing up and her mother would only tell her in a clipped tone that she would explain when she was older, but the older she got, the less her mother divulged. It wasn’t until Beatriz found a letter in her mother’s closet that the truth was revealed. Her mother wasn’t scared of Bea’s death, she was worried about her own loneliness.
Though Beatriz had been given many options to go out on her own and live her own life, the guilt was heavy around her neck and had a tendency to tighten when her mother called her and panicked about one thing or another. In the end, she always came back to her mother and promised she wouldn’t leave her as her mother stroked her hair, telling her how much she’d broken her heart. When Beatriz found the letter, realization crashed around her, taking with her the image of her worried mother. Beatriz wasn’t her daughter, she was Marcela’s possession. Resentment grew steadily and when an opportunity came for her to study in Los Angeles, across the country from the shackles of her mother, Beatriz took it. From the way her mother wailed, one would have thought Bea was on the brink of death as hired movers were packaging her belongings. She wasn’t heartless, and it took everything in her not to stay, to pick up her mother from the floor and promise again and again not to break her heart. But this time she had her own pieces to worry about, and promised herself not to look back.
After three years in Los Angeles, Beatriz hadn’t contacted her mother once, blocking every method of contact she could think of. She spent her days learning how to fold millions of layers into croissants and how to make the perfect custard tarts. Though she was lonely at first, she adopted a small black cat to soothe the part of her that felt empty when she came home to her nicely furnished condo. It was a lot easier than her mother’s route and found him to be a comforting companion. It felt as though she was finally on the right path, finding her own way in life undefined by her mother, until reality came crashing back down on her. A lawyer found her to read her mother’s last will and testament. As her only family, Beatriz inherited her mother’s home and all of her assets after she was caught in a raid by hunters when she left Lunar Cove in search of Beatriz. Filled with guilt and overwhelming fear, Beatriz headed to the place her mother thought was the safest, Lunar Cove.
In the five years since she returned to Lunar Cove, Beatriz found herself falling into the advisor role at the fae court. The Fae Queen, a siren named Marjorie, was ancient but carefree, and while she didn’t care for the bureaucracy that came with her position, Marjorie was fierce and powerful when she needed to be. She remembered a time when there was no safety for the supernatural and made sure that no fae under her care would ever need to feel fear again. Even Beatriz felt calm under her wing, despite her making role as advisor a lot more difficult than anticipated. Having known her since Beatriz was a child, their relationship had even started to heal the small piece inside of her that broke when she heard of her mother’s death. Though it would never be the same, and she would never have the chance for her mother to apologize and work to repair their relationship– if it were even possible– she could have some semblance of a mother figure in her life. Then Beatriz woke up screaming in the Town Green gazebo over Margorie’s lifeless body, scars in her back where her glimmering wings used to be. Once again, she was read a will and testament, given condolences and a pat on the back. This time, however, there was nowhere to run, and before she could even plan the funeral, a heavy crown was laid on her head. In mourning and despair, the banshee was named the new Fae Queen.
Beatriz was never one to believe in fate, but she believed in doing her earnest best. For the first year, she juggled her career and her duties as the Fae Queen, each seeming to weigh more each time they fell, leaving her struggling to keep them in the air. Then the Catalyst turned Lunar Cove upside down. Her friends were kidnapped, she was buried alive and left to die, and the once safe borders of Lunar Cove were breached again and again. Now, Bea woke up screaming in the middle of the night, not from sleepwalking or impending death, but from her own nightmares haunting her. Each fae she failed to protect, each loss a stain on her hands, another reminder of her own incompetence. She held the Fae Court together as best as she could, but eventually she realized her struggle to hold onto the last piece of Marjorie that she had wasn’t what was best for the Court. It was another phone call that would change the trajectory of her life, but rather than a death, the news of an unexpected life awaited.
Benício Ramos was a regenerated fae and unknowingly, the father of Beatriz Ramos. After leaving Marcela, unaware of her condition, he sought out to create his own life, rather than the one Marcela wanted him to fit back into. The memories of the man she knew were gone, and living up to the expectations of the love of her life were too heavy for him to carry. It wasn’t until Marcela passed that he found out about his daughter. In her will, a letter was meant to be sent to him making him aware of her birth, but due to the influx of hunters slaughtering the supernatural, it was almost impossible to reach him. By the time he heard news of Beatriz, she was back in Lunar Cove, a heavy crown on her head that was weighing her down by the second.
Boarding up her bakery and leaving for Brazil was devastating, but even more so, was handing over the reins to her advisor. Beatriz could no longer deny that Marjorie had chosen the wrong fae. She wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t powerful enough, and at this point, she feared keeping the crown would only hurt the Court more. Her father wanting to reconnect was a convenient excuse. An easy way to disconnect from the town where so much heartache occurred, where a new failure could be found around every corner. When he asked her to see his hometown, to meet the human descendants of those that raised him, it never occurred to her that she should say no. She hadn’t known she was looking for a way out until her father extended his hand, ready to take her home.
For the past year, Beatriz has been settling into a new life in Brazil. What was meant to be a temporary trip had quickly become her new normal. She bonded with her father, met strangers without expectations of her, reconnected with her roots, and finally felt the nightmares start to slowly peter out. When asked, Beatriz always said she would go back to Lunar Cove, but even she stopped believing it herself when she started to call her father’s house “home.” Though they lived cautiously, keeping their wings to themselves and their powers under wraps, the new vampire couple across the street weren’t as covert. They left a trail of bodies in their wake and didn’t care who saw them. It wasn’t long before hunters came into their town to clean up their mess. As soon as her father caught wind that hunters had been spotted, he urged Beatriz to find safety, that he would follow soon once he had his affairs in order. And so, Beatriz found herself back in Lunar Cove, a year and some months later, staring into the chasm of the life she thought she left behind, and the responsibilities that came with it.