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Age: 15- 43
Birthday: July 28, 1967
Height: 161 cm (5'3'')
Hair: Curtained,Orange,Parted to Side, Short,Spiky Bangs
Hobbies: collecting cute things, obsessing over cute things, treasure hunting,club games
Eyes: Blue, Tareme sometimes cat-eyes
Personality: Airhead, Friendly, Kind,Loyal, Serious, Smart, Oddball, Watashi Type, Yangire
Subject of Death, Delusion, Selfharm, Hospitalization, Paranoia, Psychological Trauma, PSTD, Violence, Rape Attempt, Teasing, Torture, Insanity, Time Loop, Viral Infection, Hinamizawa Syndrome Aliases: nata onna, (Cleaver Girl), cute mode
"I wonder, how much effort does it take to make a person happy? Unhappiness, I believe, is like a spiraling series of events. Once you get into it, it’s very difficult to get out. To escape its grasp, truly takes ones best efforts to the point where people think you’ve gone too far. Yet, eventually, you are able to take control. Isn’t that happiness?!
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Beatrice had found herself down on Rokkenjima’s shore, hoping to take a stroll along the beach in the perfectly sunny day. It hadn’t been clear in a few days, so to see pleasant weather made the witch happy. However..upon arriving she took notice to a figure face down in the sand. It was a young girl.
Hesitant, she slowly approach the unconscious girl and knelt down at her side, rolling her onto her back. Placing a finger to her neck to check for a pulse, thank goodness she was still alive. Beatrice gently shook the girl’s shoulder in hopes of waking her.
“Young miss..? Can you hear me..?”
“ha-hau?!” she blinked her eyes several times. the too bright sunlight hurt her view. so she had to take it slowly, finally opening her eyes and seeing a blurry image of a elegant woman, rena was looking up at the blonde lady as she finally regains her sense and wonders what happened. she slowly sits up right and holds her head. looking at herself for a moment, noticing her slightly ripped dress. just by that she could tell that she must been on some sort of — ship? and it must have sunk and so she ended up here? but that’s just her own theory and without any proof she doesn’t wants to talk about that. tilting her head the girl picks up what looks like a beret and holds it in her hands., rena then looks at beatrice.. “…who, who are you? and where… am i?”