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[indent][color=C4A484][b]Name: [/b][/color] Beatrice “Beato” Rothschild

[color=C4A484][b]Age:[/b][/color]  28

[color=C4A484][b]Nationality:[/b][/color]  Nohrian, but she’s barely beholden to her home country. 

[color=C4A484][b]Class:[/b][/color]  Merchant – prefers the bow, but can use lances in a pinch.

[color=C4A484][b]Role:[/b][/color]  Treasurer

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[color=C4A484][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
[indent]Almost entirely average in stature, build, and appearance, Beato stands at 165cm, barely imposing by a warrior’s standards. Don’t be fooled, though. She’s got a groin-shattering kick strong enough to make the tallest warrior crumple down to her height, courtesy of the teachings of her equally-average mother. Otherwise, her brown hair, light eyes, and plain clothing barely work to differentiate her from the rest of the Nohrian population.[/indent]

[color=C4A484][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
[indent]V-O-L-U-M-E, what does that spell? Beato, of course! She was gifted with a powerful set of lungs and by golly she will USE THEM! ‘Course, the work of a treasurer is supposed to be subtle, but that doesn’t mean the treasurer herself has to be! Beato is always serious about her work (money is NOT a laughing matter) but she’s always MORE than ready to join her comrades in songs, arguments, face-offs, rants, and insult wars with the best of ‘em. Hear the cackling laugh of a hyena in camp? That’s Beato! Make sure to say hi, stop for some tea and snacks, and try not get your nads blown out when she hears you broke your fifth lance this month. Cheers![/indent]

[color=C4A484][b]History:[/b][/color] 
[indent]The Rothschilds had always been tied to money, ever since Beato’s great-great-a-buncha-greats-grandfather established the very first Bank of Nohr (unofficial). Unfortunately, they fell victim to an unfortunate series of mishaps (Beato will tell the story for 5g), leading to the family taking up their arms and becoming merchants instead! Beato was trained from a young age to measure, count, and calculate with the best, and those steady hands and keen eyes proved to be a boon for combat as well. Bow and pack in tow, Beato signed onto the Silver Hawks at 23, and rose to the position of Treasurer a year later after her predecessor found himself caught in the jaws of some loan sharks. Now, she won’t let something as measly as monsters or politics get in her way–not when there are checkbooks to balance and ledgers to file. The “Silver” in the Silver Hawks is in good hands.[/indent]

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[color=C4A484][b]Skills:[/b][/color] 
[list][*]Calculator ~ Very quick and accurate mental calculations–can do up to 5 digits in her head, 10 digits with an abacus.
[*]Scale ~ Incredible sense of weight and distance–she can pick something up and give an excellent estimate of its dimensions and mass.
[*]Haggler ~ Rather than talking prices down, Beato excels at driving up the value of her goods. Comes in handy when selling various pelts or valuables the company picks up along their adventures.
[*]Recall ~ Frighteningly good memory.
[*]Foghorn ~ Loudest in any given competition, whether it's shouting, singing, whistling, clanging, stealth missions…
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[color=C4A484][b]Trivia:[/b][/color] 
[list][*]Atrocious cook ~ Creates edible but incredibly disheartening food, even with recipes[/list]
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