BEATRICE

[MAGGIE ?!]

BEATRICE

'' And so it seems we are only but chasing pavements now. ''

five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

NAME Beatrice.
GENDER XX
NICKNAMES Bee.
AGE One.
BREED Border Collie.
SEXUALITY Pansexual.
PACK? Loner.

HI I'M BEATRICE AND THIS IS ME:

SELFLESS , Given the circumstances Beatrice endures, her selfless nature is quite the surprise to ones who know about her anti-social status. Beatrice isn’t sure why she insists on giving back to a community that’s so cruel to her, but she does it anyway. Berlin does not blame anyone for the way she is forced to live. Her giving nature helps her understand it’s not that bad. It also helps mask her situation. The more she gives, the less people suspect anything is wrong. Besides, she likes making others happy. It brings her great joy to make a sacrifice for someone resulting in their happiness. She especially loves giving back to the elderly population. Once a week (or every other week if she’s too busy), she visits some local elderly canines to help them about. She’d much rather volunteer her time listening to their stories about their long dead mates, or life with the humans, than go out and venture on her own. That’s not her thing. If Beatrice is out and about, hunting for food, and hears someone complaining about how starving they are, Beatrice'll make sure to give them her catch straightaway. She can manage to starve until she goes out again. She needs to give to be happy.

INSECURE , Society can be a bitch, and Beatrice doesn’t want to be outright bitch slapped by it. For the most part, Beatrice is relatively honest and accepting of herself, but there are certain aspects of her life that make her turn her head from time to time when she hears murmurs behind her. She shelters herself most days. She’s not ashamed of herself, however. She knows that she tries her best at things, but she can’t help feeling envious of the dogs that have it all. She’s also insecure about her hobbies. Ever since Beatrice can remember, she has been interested in singing. Only her closest friends and mother have actually heard her sing. There are rumors that she is able to sing, but she often denies them. What's a dog like her, especially a dog in general, supposed to know about singing? She should stick to what she's good at, but so thoroughly hates, which is hunting. If one were to hear Beatrice sing, they’d be able to tell she really loves it, but because she’s so afraid of what others would think, she keeps her talent on the down low. The general opinions about her also set her on edge. Most days, she’s known as the sweet, shy, dorky dutz. She has zero problems with that, but when rumors fly about Beatrice being a secret heartbreaker or a bitch, she tends to freeze. Beatrice never ever ever never wants to upset anyone she meets.

TIMID , Because of her insecurities, Beatrice is quite the timid chica when it comes to interacting with others. Upsetting others, especially the ones she cares about, is the equivalent of being locked in a tank with a school of hungry piranhas. Her decision-making process is often prolonged in order to try and fulfill the needs of everyone affected. Her decisions are never extraordinarily bold, either. When plans are made, she’s extremely lenient to change it up. Being stern comes with difficulty since she’s such a loving, friendly character. If provoked, it’s possible to bring out a Berlin never before seen, but someone is required to fuck a lot of shit up in order for her to even consider blowing up. Unless you get to know her, the Beatrice you’ll be treated with is the most shy, quiet wallflower she can be. She comes off as boring or unintelligent by those judgmental folks. It adds to her insecurities, but what was a girl to do? By no means does she want to change how she is because some jerk doesn’t like the way she is. She’s too shy to speak up for herself most of the time, so any kind of bullying she receives rests over her like a cursed halo. Her timid nature makes it difficult for her at times. She has a terrible case of stage-freight and having to give any long speeches will be the death of her. When she’s nervous, her voice shakes and her body trembles.

YOUR NAME maggie. c:

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