eclecticwitch

Circus of The Supernatural

By chance, are you still searching for cast members? I was thinking the fortune teller would be quite fun, if it has not been taken~

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Inkarnate *High five* He also holds a yearly christmas party for the company as well as a summer outing. Just as a thank you to his staff. I imagine the pair of them would tend to stick together during these parties while the adults get drunky face and the small children run rampant.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Inkarnate For sure! Elliott own's his own practice so she can work either under him or perhaps be a partner!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Erklings25 maybe the interned together in the past. Elliot has a private practice.

But yes! A friend with a penchant for schedules will help greatly!!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Erklings25 I think Bea and he would make great friends! What do you think? I feel like she might have been one of the first people he would potentially make friends with - since she's messy and a bit out there. Thoughts?

Also, @spooner, I think she and Jules would be good friends too. I think she would always be trying to do Bea's make-up or get her to dress up. Which she would do begrudingly. I think she would get Bea into a lot of innocent trouble too.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Dirty Pretty Lies sure, I can totally understand that! What sort of situations have you concerned? I plan on speaking g with other members to develope friendships. She would be more outgoing and responsive to them.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Bea

Name

Beatrice Annalisa Endive

Nickames

Bea

Age

18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Demi-Sexul

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Art Nerd

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Short & Curly | Always down and messy
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 4'9"
• Body Type: Slender
• Clothing Style: Easy to wear and get messy | T-shirts, jeans, sweaters - very casual
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Ears, just once as an infant

Personality Traits

Quiet - Quirky - Emotionless - Distant - Blunt

She is soft-spoken with a somewhat raspy voice due to disuse. It is not necessarily that she doesn't want to talk to people, she just doesn't know how. She also doesn't understand a lot of emotions - her's or other's. If she is spoken to she will respond. Mostly Bea walks around with one earbud in her ear and a bag of art supplies over her shoulder. If her day is changed, her scheduled messed up in an unexpected way she becomes lost and anxious for the rest of the day. It can even get so bad that she will begin screaming and throwing things.

Upbringing Synopsis

She was adopted by an esteemed plastic surgeon Dr. Elliott Endive and his architecht husband Roland Endive. They were very excited about their baby girl but as she grew older it became aparant that something was not quite right. She was diagnosed with autism. Luckily she was on the high functioning end of the spectrum. Her walking and speech abilities came slower than normal. And she was not a very affectionate child though tolerated her fathers' cuddling. Roland spent more time at home with her, being the one to mostly raise Bea since Elliott was gone fairly often. Art became the most important thing in her life. From the moment she picked up a pencil it would be the only thing she enjoyed doing. She will likely be cared for by her parents well into her adult life.

Family

Dr. Elliott Endive and Roland Endive

Misc.

Alanna Arrington | #E0633C

Song of the month: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAwSQq44O_U Steve Aoki & Walk Off The Earth - Home We'll Go (Take My Hand)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I would like to reserve Alanna Arrington color #E0633C

And I apologize, but I was a bit confused regrarding how the images for the CS would work!

Lochpine Preserve

Baldwin slowly raised one of his giant stone hands and offered a wave back to the troll. There was a quiet rumble of rocks sliding together which may have been something like speech but no one could tell what it was the golem said. Angela turned, placing a hand on her hip. A delay. She frowned, as she spoke. "Morning Hunts. No, I don't think so. Not the sort of thing Malcolm likes to do anyway." She was about to start walking toward the forests again when, as if summoned by his name, Malcolm appeared.

Poor thing looked ragged. She wished he would take a bit better care of himself. His human body couldn't handle a lifestyle such as his forever. She inclined her head toward him as he thanked her. It was nothing the literal least she could do. Well, she supposed she could not have made coffee but... Her musings were cut short by the troll and the ex-fairy beginning to bicker like children. It was too early in the day to start this shit.

She rubbed a hand over her face. She had forgotten about the new arrival. She had not much thought about it since the last shopkeep left. Angela decided perhaps she would allow Hunts to do the de-ticking. She loathed it anyhow. "Do you think you can handle it? Nixies are awful crafty and violent. They don't like behind held and they sure make a fuss when you take the ticks off." She looked over the frame of the large troll and finally sighed. "Alright. Baldwin, go with him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself." She removed the bag from her shoulder. In it carried supplies for removing the ticks and healing supplies for those badly infested. She handed it over to Hunts. Baldwin seemed hesitant to go with the troll but did not put up any fuss.

Angela then turned to Malcolm, "We'll go greet this guy together I guess. We should probably open the shop anyway. Come along." She removed the keys from her belt and approached a large shed near the edge of the property. Within it was her trusty ATV. She quickly hooked up the wagon so Malcolm could ride in it if he chose. With out a second look back she started up the vehicle and sped away down the tree lined path.

As she approached the store she noted a pick-up truck in the lot. She could only just make out the tail end of it as she rounded the building. She stopped quickly and hopped down from the ATV. The truck was a bit old but she sensed that it was well loved. It probably worked very hard for its owner. She moved around the truck and there, at the front door, was a tall native man. Was this the guy? She approached him, raising a hand. "Hey. Who the fuck are you?" He might be the new guy. He might be some psycho. Though the land was supposed to keep those sorts away. She was naturally distrustful of anyone who chose to be out in public this early in the day. "We're not open yet." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a subtly aggressive stance, ready to punch the guy out if he tried anything.