Beatrice Stark

[Beatrice Stark]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Beatrice Helen Stark ///

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Full Name~ Beatrice Helen Stark
Gender~ Female
Age~ 24
Date of Birth~ January 31st (Aquarius)
Location~ Atlanta, GA
Faction~ AuraFiz
Celebrity Claim~ Aaliyah
Play anyone else?~

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY

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Necrokinesis / Life Sight

The most obvious of Beatrice’s gifts include the ability to literally become the puppeteer of the dead. Through a degree of concentration, Beatrice can connect with the nervous systems of surrounding bodies that are no longer alive, and assume control with her mind. Through the nervous system, she assumes more control over a body than the person had in their living form, allowing her to put her playthings to additional, often more gruesome uses. More specifically, Beatrice’s mind is capable of extending beyond her form and into vacated bodies through their nervous systems, essentially wearing them as a glove upon unseen hands that are an extension of her psyche. This can work on human bodies, but also on the bodies of virtually any animal. The more death surrounding Beatrice, the more powerful she becomes. On a grisly battlefield, she quickly becomes king of the hill. She may also concentrate on any part of her unliving network and access a degree of their perceptions, most typically sight or perhaps hearing.

In addition to connecting with vacated bodies through their nervous systems, a part of Beatrice’s mind has evolved to sense the living within a wide radius of about 100 feet by picking up on body electricity in the nervous system. This allows her to sense other people on the other side of walls, in a pitch black room, or sneaking up behind her. Stealth against Beatrice is a moot point, she can feel someone approaching, and she needs only to close her eyes and alter her state of vision to see. While using her life sight ability, Beatrice’s eyes take on a vivid, eerie hue of neon violet. Due to the use of her sight, she almost always wears shades when in public, due to the shift that will occur in her irises. She is unable to hide this in any way when using the ability, aside from conventional means.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS

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Necrokinesis will allow Beatrice to sense bodies within a range of 100 feet, but she must be within roughly 20-40 to assume control of a body. Bodies assimilated into Beatrice’s network, however, may leave that range. In fact, they may even leave the 100 feet range, but she will begin to lose control. Motor functions become sloppy and after about 130 feet, commands begin to fail. Her mind shuts out any and all feedback from the nervous system regarding pain automatically for her own safety. She can afford to use them as tools, pushing them forward at her command despite destruction to their bodies that would surely mean death several times over.

The amount of concentration required of Beatrice to maintain control over a body isn't very great, and she can continue to act normally as long as she isn't controlling too great a number. The concentration required to control bodies adds up, however, and the more bodies she controls, the more concentration is required. It seems as though she can control several dozen bodies, roughly, before it becomes too much to keep track of. At this point, she'll start breaking connections as she forms new ones. With intense concentration that may leave her prone, she can control a wider range, but will be unable to act.

Necrokinetics are highly rare, and as such, there are very few who have enough experience with them to realize how they work. One particularly important weakness that could be exploited to great effect is that Beatrice’s puppets can suffer certain types of damage that will dampen or even nullify her level of control. Damage to the nervous system is effective against the animated; a broken spine will certainly mean paralyzation if not worse, and damage to the brain has a very large chance of rendering a subject unresponsive, difficult to control, or outright useless. It’s rare that a bullet to the brain does not mean the end of Beatrice’s control over a body, but those who know what they are dealing with are smart enough to use two to seal the deal, just in case.

Beatrice is only able to assume control over bodies that are unliving. Anybody that is still alive, even in the throes of death, is inaccessible and will fight off Beatrice’s control with little effort. For this reason, Beatrice will take care when dispatching anyone she intends to animate, so that their nervous system remains intact. Because of this, however, it means she must wait, and one of the quickest ways to kill—shots to the head, work against her favor in some situations, making bodies entirely unusable in most cases.

Her life sight ability essentially allows her to see anyone around her, living or recently dead, by picking up on body electricity and residual traces of energy left behind. Unfortunately, Beatrice can only access one of two forms of sight at once. This means that when using her life sight, she is unable to see normally until she shuts it off. When using life sight, everything appears in monotone shades of blue, and it’s only by faint psychic traces left by everyday human contact that she can see most objects and obstacles, which take on a very dark and dim color that offers very little detail. More detail is present in living things, which seem to ‘glow’ with a blue light, but it still doesn’t offer her the range of detail and perception of color that is offered by ordinary sight. By that regard, life sight may help her to pin-point the code on a key panel if she focuses closely on it by picking up on collective residue, but in many cases she’ll miss many details she’d ordinarily see, but in this state, she’d be unable to read a document, operate a computer, or drive a car.

Additionally, the further away from her living things are located, the more faint their ‘signal’. Any details at all are only available in close range, and after about 40 feet, she’s left to assumption whether or not they are even human. At that distance, she’d be able to feel ‘something’, but it would be so formless and small that I she would be unable to determine what it was. Even through concentration, she cannot pick up signals beyond 100 feet.

Beatrice can only access the perceptions of one of the bodies under her control at a time. The connection becomes very direct and focused, but also shaky, and will only last for several seconds before she automatically returns to her senses. This may sometimes leave her briefly disoriented, but it isn't anything she can't overcome within a few seconds time. Even still, in combat, a few seconds is a really big opening. When accessing the perceptions of any given body under her control, it only includes perceptions natural to that body's genetic makeup. In other words, it's not possible for Beatrice to use her life sight through the bodies under her control.

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/// PERSONALITY


Beatrice lives a very double-edged life. In such polar opposite states, it’s as if she’s actually two different people.

When Beatrice isn’t working, she often spends time with other people. Her friends are many, but few are close to her. She’s often an accessory at the party, and although she does enjoy a few white wines, she doesn’t much care for getting drunk, so she often ends up the designated driver. Although she spends a lot of time among these many friends of hers, she is quiet and reserved, and doesn’t say much. She’ll tell a joke or laugh along, but the interactions are never too deep, and she almost never takes the spotlight. She doesn’t care for an overwhelming amount of direct attention. It makes her feel exposed and vulnerable, so she hides between the boisterous voices of louder people, mostly observing and listening. That alone takes her mind off of her professional life enough that she may rest her mind and, by her own admission, keep her sanity intact.

Although she is quiet, her friends have found that she’s reliable, always good for her word, and a good person to talk to about personal problems. She often offers very good advice in general, but meanwhile, never reveals very much about herself at all. When questioned about her past, she lies and says that it was boring and that there’s nothing to tell of. Although Beatrice carries herself within a code of honor, she has no compunctions about telling a lie to protect herself or her company. Ultimately, it is to AuraFiz that she owes her loyalty, and although she seems to have a positive relationship with the many superficial friends who rely on her or enjoy her passive, quiet company… they mean little to her, those relationships regarded by Beatrice to merely be a ‘symbiotic arrangement’. The distraction is healthy for Beatrice, and any help she can offer in return is merely going through the motions for good measure.

Professionally, Beatrice is an entirely different person. She’s far more quiet than even in her passive social life, having the tendency to speak only when it serves a specific purpose. She addresses her superiors with a crisp, clean respect, and presents herself in a professional manner at all times. She believes that if her superiors ask something of her, than they know that she is capable of handling it, and so she seldom fears for her safety. Even if that is a bit trusting or perhaps just cocky, Beatrice does have an excellent record with AuraFiz, and is one of their most valued employees and agents. Her official title is ‘expert trouble-shooter’, expert meaning that she is entrusted by the corporation to train other trouble-shooters. She is also quite aware that a dangerous world surrounds her, and is almost never unarmed, even if on a social call. She tries to be prepared for anything, especially on the job, and keeps her mind sharp and clear so that she can react quickly to anything.

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Likes~

• Hard candy, chewing gum
  
• Chinese take-out
  
• Sunny days
  
• Soft animal fur
  
• Corona with lime; margaritas
  
• Blue Cheese
  
• Working alone
  
• Stylin' shades
  

Dislikes~

• Overly talkative people
  
• Dirty business
  
• Despises high heels
  
• "Zombie" movies
  
• Clowns (they creep her out)
  
• Nosy people who like to pry
  
• People who don't keep their word
  
• Leaving loose ends undone
  

Strengths~

• Stoic, resolved
  
• Always prepared (always armed)
  
• Resourceful, inventive
  
• Quick on her feet
  
• Reticent
  
• Quite professional
  
• Keen hand-eye coordination; an excellent aim
  
• Very bold and unshaken by fear
  

Weaknesses~

• Detached, apathetic
  
• Overly self-conscious about being seen in her "watchin' eyes"
  
• Can make decisions brashly
  
• Fear of being used keeps her out of relationships
  
• Carries a lot of 'baggage'
  
• Tends to assume the worst in people
  
• Loses her temper quickly
  
• Holds grudges when wronged personally
  

Skills~

• Firearm use
  
• Firearm maintainence
  
• Skilled in unarmed combat
  
• Able to hack or override security systems
  
• Highly skilled at stealth
  
• General computer knowledge
  
• Can throw objects accurately
  
• Able to create makeshift explosives
  
• Can also work with company-issue explosives
  

Hobbies~

• Practicing her aim at the firing range...
  
• ... or her jabs at the gym.
  
• Collects a number of her favorite firearms; is a bit of an enthusiast
  

Habits~

• Wears shades at all times, even on top of her head
  
• Keeps all her guns clean and in good, working condition
  
• Keeps a butterfly knife on her at all times
  

Flaws~

• Irrational fear and aversion toward infants or pregnant bellies
  
• Suffers from nightmares that cause some insomnia
  
• Far-sighted (needs reading glasses)
  
• Allergic to peanuts
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ 24
Celebrity Claim~ Aaliyah
Sexual Preference~ Straight
Ethnicity~ African-American
Hair~ Black, occasional highlights
Eyes~ Brown

/// APPEARANCE


Fairly tall at 5’ 10”, Beatrice is a slim, lithe young woman with her long, straight black hair draping past her shoulders. Her deep, dark eyes are often hidden behind one of several favorite sleek pairs of shades. Beatrice has a fit, athletic body and it shows when she wears more revealing clothes during social events. Her complexion is smooth, even, and virtually without blemish, which cause her a degree of unwanted attention when out at bars or clubs with her friends. Her hair is almost always kept long and straight, although she will also put it up from time to time, especially when on the job.

When on her own time, she’s not averse to dressing up in color. Dresses or more casual clothing with floral color aren’t uncommon when out with her friends, but don’t expect to ever see her in heels. Beatrice wears sneakers regardless of the occasion, and won’t be caught dead in heels. She is also never without shades even with her friends, and will simply wear them over her head, above her eyes, if she doesn’t need to use them. She is in fact quite self-conscious about being seen while using life sight, and has a paranoid and perhaps irrational fear of having it triggered unintentionally and creating a spectacle. When on the job, she favors dark shades of gray and black, and depending on the occasion, will be seen in a suit with slacks, or a long trench coat.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ AuraFiz
Birthplace~ Atlanta, GA
Mother~ Rochelle Stark ; 41 ; No Ability
Father~ Jeoffrey Kendale ; 40 ; Kinetic Absorption / Riposte
Siblings~ Lisa Stark ; 19 ; Kinetic Absorption / Riposte
Spouse~ n/a
Children~ Jace Evelyn Stark ; Deceased
Other Family~ n/a

/// HISTORY


When Beatrice was born, it was at a chaotic time in the lives of her mother and father. Her pregnancy and birth had been an accident, and her mother and father, still in high school and only dating off-and-on at the time, weren’t ready for a child. With unreliable contributions from Jeoffrey, Rochelle had a baby to take care of, and relied heavily on her own mother to help her with that. Because of this, Beatrice was especially close with her grandparents in earlier years. After a few years, Rochelle became pregnant again, with another girl she would name Lisa. Jeoffrey barely spent time with Rochelle at this point, but had still managed to get her pregnant again. He certainly had no time for his daughters, so he’s little more than a footnote in their lives.

Rochelle had dropped out of school, and expected her parents to continue to care for her and her two daughters, but was eventually surprised when her father told her she had no choice but to get her own home and a job to support her daughters. Still agreeing to watch the girls when Rochelle would work a shift, Beatrice’s grandparents still cared for her and Lisa when Rochelle began some temp work, after a long and lazy search. It only lasted for about two months until an automobile accident had nearly severed the woman’s right leg from just below the knee and down, having clipped it against another vehicle’s bumper in the collision. This changed the direction of their lives forever.

At first, it came with comforts. Rochelle’s settlement in court left the woman with enough money to afford a nice apartment for herself and her daughters, but she overestimated the endlessness of the settlement, and after two short years of comfortable living, Rochelle was out of money. On her meager job alone, she was forced to leave many of their things behind, and move herself and her daughter into a much less comfortable apartment in a dangerous part of town. At fourteen, young Beatrice was catching rides with friends to suburban areas to mow lawns in exchange for a cut of the money, so that she could keep food in the house for her and her mother and sister. When she was sixteen, she took on a serving position at an all-night breakfast house known as Snapper’s, which brought Cajun cuisine to the big city.

Around this time, Rochelle began to complain that the pain was unbearable when standing on her leg at work and that she simply couldn’t carry a job any longer. She decided that Beatrice’s income in addition to her disability checks were suitable, and presumed that Beatrice would remain at home with her mother indefinitely in order to comfort and care for her. This created a strain on their relationship as Beatrice grew frustrated. She wanted to be able to make her own life, pursue her own career choices, and suspected that her mother was exaggerating the pain. She insisted that if her pain was truly so terrible, there were many jobs she could take on that would not require her to stand on her leg, and yet, beyond reason, Rochelle refused, and slipped into a very lazy, lethargic lifestyle.

It was out of high school, through which Beatrice coasted with decent grades, that she began to explore college options, and eventually found her way to law school. Her performance there was good enough, but she seemed very distracted by her stressful waitress job, and her dissatisfaction with her mother, so she was surprised when she was approached by an actual lawyer and propositioned for internship. Beguiled by his clever words, she accepted, and quit her waitressing job. Loren seemed to have plenty of money to spare, and personally saw that any work Beatrice did was so compensated that she would be able to move out of her mother’s house once and for all and get her own place. In tune with the momentum of her life at the time, she did just that. It took very little time for her to see the ulterior motives behind her invitation to the firm, however. The man she worked for, Loren Harkinson, was clearly attracted to the younger girl, and eventually managed to win her over. Within several months of their quiet interactions… Beatrice was pregnant.

The prospect of a baby didn’t seem to frighten Loren. He assured he could accommodate her for the child’s needs, but expressed a specific lack of interest in doing much more than that to raise it. He offered her a great deal of additional help and money to ensure that Beatrice would keep her mouth shut, but even though she agreed to quietly, she wasn’t interested in any additional help from the man. As she began to see the other side of him, they drifted apart, and Loren knew better than to pressure or bother her, so he let her go. Anticipating her baby to arrive in a situation much like she had to her mother, she slipped into a horrid depression. Learning of the situation at home didn’t make her feel any better; Rochelle now relying on Lisa to care for her and make the money to support her many ‘needs’.

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This period in Beatrice’s life served as one of the only times that Beatrice felt forgiving toward her mother. She related with what it must have felt like to be pregnant alone to a child with an apathetic and uninterested ‘doner’ for a father. It was when she had finally picked up the phone to re-establish contact with her mother and apologize for her callousness that her water broke, and she was rushed to the hospital on a stormy night that became the worst night of Beatrice’s life. Though she didn’t understand why at the time, she decided not to contact her mother, and set out to endure the labors of childbirth alone.

When labor ended, the horror began. Beatrice’s baby girl was still-born, and the doctors had little to say to her other than ‘we’re very sorry’. It was only after realizing that the doctors had no hope to safe her that the still-born infant… began to move. It erupted into a horrifying scene that the doctors baffled and unable to explain the phenomenon. Quite shaken himself, the doctor checked the infant and confirmed that it was dead, after which the erratic movements stopped.

Just like that, bad depression came worse as she realized she had lost everything that she had, and the event that had transpired with the baby left her in a state of detached shock. She took a few weeks off from the firm, dropped out of college, and spent that time in the darkness of her unlit apartment, until she was finally forced by hunger to crawl from it and make a visit to the little Chinese restaurant down the street. Passing vending machines along the way, she was horrified to see a poorly taken picture of herself taken at the most unflattering of times. She had managed to make the front page of the tabloids. “Woman gives birth to undead baby!!” they read, and Beatrice immediately fled back to her apartment and called the firm.

She realized quickly that Loren either knew who was responsible, or could easily find out, but he had no intention to. Instead, he assured her that they “wouldn’t dare seriously mess with someone from our firm”, and that “the image was blurry and indistinct, and no name or personal information had been revealed.” Although she grew furious at him for doing nothing, that changed within days, when she caught a broadcast on the news about a body found in the river. It was the author of the tabloid article, and the front of his car had been slammed into by something powerful, which had according to experts, deflected his speeding vehicle off of the bridge and to a watery death. Authorities were baffled by the evidence, with nothing on-site that could have potentially been responsible for the collision, or to offer any clues about it. Although she didn’t know in the factual sense, Beatrice knew in her gut that Loren had something to do with it.

Within 24 hours, there was a knock on her door, which she opened to discover a manila envelope with her name written on it. Opening the package, she realized it was a wealth of literature meant for potential employees of the massive corporation, AuraFiz, along with a letter addressed to her that described her as “talented” and “a rare asset” and ensured her of a “superior career choice” available to her. Although it sounded preposterous at first, the more she thought on it, the more she returned to anger toward Loren, and then also to her mother, for using her. That night, she phoned her resignation into Loren’s office and left a message, and cut ties with the firm then and there. The next day, she dialled the number included in the letter and had presumably reached an important spokeswoman of the corporation by the name of Rhona Jameson, but within seconds, realized that it was merely a recording designed to rally her interest in attending a career placement meeting.

Uncertain about her future, she decided to attend what seemed to be an entirely random recruitment drive, and met with Rhona personally along with a number of others of various ages and backgrounds. She couldn’t figure out just how, but it felt more and more like her place was with AuraFiz; they certainly seemed to want her as an employee. She was initially placed as a secretary to a man who worked beneath Rhona Jameson, but within several months, was offered a position carrying out some behind-the scenes work that placed her in the vicinity of strange things she couldn’t believe. Gradually, Beatrice’s resolve hardened her heart as she was slowly shifted into the position she carries today. Now, she’s something of a troubleshooter, privy to only some of the intimate secrets hidden beneath the company’s exterior. Suffice to say, there is far more to AuraFiz than sodas and sports drinks, and in those matters, Beatrice is often called upon to handle problems threatening the corporation. She has since learned a great deal about people with special abilities, and through private instruction, has been led to a considerable degree of control over her gifts.

Although she often doesn’t use her ability at all when carrying out a task, Beatrice today is a seemingly unfeeling and obedient soldier for the company. She does whatever is necessary to survive and to carry out the objective, in that order, and has proven to be a very valuable and resourceful agent. She has no qualms about killing or even controlling the slain in order to achieve her goals. The pay is far better as well, and unlike the money Loren offered her, she doesn’t feel dirty accepting it. As a result, she has become quite self-sufficient, and effectively balances her personal life with her professional, while keeping the two entirely separate. She maintains casual contact with her sister, but has otherwise established an entirely new life for herself.



/// ANYTHING ELSE?


It never ceases to amuse Beatrice to the point of laughter when people attempt to fight against her puppets with fire...



_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Moonflax
CBox Name~ Moonflax, Switchfire
Contact Info~

AllGearsAndTeeth (AIM)
Moonflax (YIM)
[e-mail] (MSN)
[e-mail] (Email)

Age~ 25
Years of RP Experience~ 15-18
How Did You Find Us?

With my super nifty AuraFiz GPS watch.

/// SAMPLE RP

Of all the horrible times for Lisa to call.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes as she looked down over the man, who was bound at the wrists, behind his back. He looked up at her with a well-earned fear, his face bloodied from her efforts to ‘negotiate’ information from him. He seemed mundane enough, a dentist in his thirties with a meek personality that would make him seem the type never to get into trouble…

Yet, as the amusing ring-tone Beatrice had designated to identify her sister’s calls with came through, she couldn’t help but laugh, and oddly enough, neither could he, until Beatrice quickly gagged him with the sleeve of his own jacket. Standing upright and pulling the phone to her ear, she answered as she took several steps away from the poor man. “Lisa! What’s up, girl?” she answered. “Yeah… actually, I am busy, but what’s goin’ on?” she asked.

Peering his eyes a bit, Beatrice’s captive attempted to listen in on the conversation, and the volume on her phone was high enough that he could barely make out some of her words. Checking her watch, it was 8:47 PM, too late at night to sell the dentist appointment story. “You still lettin’ mom take all your money?” she asked. There was a pause, and Lisa replied with a bit of a groaning “Yeeeah… she’s disabled you know.”

“Whatever. That woman could type up documents or somethin’,” she shook her head and rolled her eyes, turning around and looking at her captive as she continued her phone conversation. “What’s got you so worked up?” she asked, and her face soured at the answer, which was apparently muttered. “You gotta fuckin’ be kiddin’ me… Lisa, he did the same thing to me. You shouldn’t get involved with that man. He’s bad news.”

She noticed her captive’s eyes widen as his expression became one that could very nearly speak, as if to say ‘and you’re not?’. “What am I doin’?” Beatrice repeated Lisa’s question, “I’m squeezin’ a punk for info regarding some in-company theft. I may have to shoot him if he don’t start talkin’ soon.,” she stated flatly. She knew her sister wouldn’t believe her, and it was obvious she was right when both of them could hear Lisa’s laughter over the phone. “Yeah, sis… we’ll talk later. I’ll call you from the hotel room.”

With the conversation over, Beatrice folded the phone shut and slipped it back into her pocket, then crouched down, eye-level with her captive, who eyed her with fear again. “Sorry ‘bout that, Mr. Stafford… so, here’s the thing. My baby sister is messin’ around with a piece o’ shit man who’s gonna do her wrong just like he did me, but on the other hand, I’m always happy to hear from her, so you know…” she rolled her hand in front of her chest as if gesturing to express her emotions, “Mixed feelings… you know? A lot of it’s rage, though, so I don’t suggest you lie to me again, Mr. Stafford, or I’m gonna have to cut that lyin’ ass tongue out of your head and feed it to you.”

With that, she stood and turned away, toward the lamp light, and flipped her knife out into the open, holding it up and testing it’s sharpness with her thumb, “So… let’s hear that little story again, but this time, tell it right. Might be your last chance…”

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