Derocha, Beatrice "Bice"

FULL NAME:
→ Beatrice "Bice" Derocha

AGE:
→ 22

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Venezia, La Cerisé

RACE:
→ Cretan-Cerisian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 18 April, 1990




HEIGHT:
→ 178 cm

WEIGHT:
→ 68 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Standing at 5'10", Bice is not exactly tall, but she still seems to give off the impression of being a lot taller than she would otherwise seem to be. Her body itself is exceptionally well-endowed and strong-looking, with a forceful figure and many curves. Her flesh, although having been through many a fight, is still silken and soft, almost flawless in detail. Her hair is short and well-kept, of a silver hue. Although she has a powerful body, her musculature is not greatly defined, staying well-curved. Her voice is loud, imposing and strong; a voice that is unafraid to go above and beyond the already-given limit of vocals in order to be heard. Her gait is strong and confident, with an almost hurried sense to it that doesn’t seem to exist—Bice never appears to be moving faster than she has to. When working, she will usually be seen wearing a form-fitting suit, with a black jacket over a purple shirt that has a strange cut-out on the waist.



PERSONALITY:
→

The Side of Heads

Harsh, abrasive and loud. This woman is unafraid to say what she wants and thinks, voicing her opinions to the world and giving no quarter. As opinionated as she is prideful, Bice will almost always be the first to give her opinion, not dicing her words or mincing the truth. She does not believe that people need to hear a softened opinion, instead opting to give the full truth. For this reason, Bice does not lie. She may occasionally not give the entire truth, though this is due to her understanding of the people around her. If she does not believe that someone deserves to hear it—it is not a matter of if they are ready or not, but a matter of whether or not they should be allowed to—then she will not tell them everything that she knows, though she will never tell them a blatant lie to her face.

Prideful and stoic, she stands strong in the face of adversity, prepared to take on anything in her path. She holds great pride in herself; everything about her is ‘perfect’, in her mind. Because of this heavily narcissistic trait of Bice’s, there are often times when she can seem selfish and disconnected from everything else in the world. This is not the case, most of the time. However, this pride of hers is also exceptionally precious to her. If something is to injure this pride, then she will not hesitate to strike it down with her own two hands. Bice is stubborn and independent, not allowing anyone to do something she could just as easily do on her own. Unfortunately, this stubbornness also leads her to anger extremely easily, pushing her into a confrontational state of mind without really knowing why.

Although she is quick to get into a fight, she does not necessarily think that violence will solve everything. At times, she has shown herself to be diplomatic, finding peaceful and easy solutions to problems that would otherwise make life difficult for her. Showing an exceptionally strategic mind, Bice can function in battle with multiple enemies, changing her strategies and tactics quickly and easily.

Although she is a strong, powerful woman with a temper to boot, Bice has also been shown to have an insecure side; something that comes with the great pride in herself that she has. If she feels some form of doubt about her abilities, it will hit her hard—if she is defeated in battle, then her mind starts to destroy itself from the inside. Because of her intelligence, Bice has a tendency to over-think things, meaning that a seed of doubt planted in the back of her mind will grow and fester at a rate that is most certainly unhealthy for such a woman.

She has what's known as a very 'chessboard' style of thinking. She believes that each side of the battle will play by the same rules, and is quite good at 'flipping' that board in order to see the ideas from the other side. Being a believer in the same rules applying for each side of the board, she is willing to perform the same acts as her enemy in order to pull victory out from their grasp.

The Side of Tails

When the taste of blood comes upon her tongue, Bice can become an entirely new woman in more ways than you'd think. For quick reference: in Beatrice's case, the 'taste of blood' is what we would call a "psychological trigger". For some quite-unknown reason, the moment that Bice tastes blood, this trigger occurs and her mind switches to a second personality. This is different to both bipolar and multiple personality disorder as it requires a specific trigger, so this personality will remain completely dormant unless Bice actually tastes blood on her tongue.

Basically, the quick fuse that normally defines Bice disappears completely, the woman being replaced with something that is completely and utterly calm. Throughout whatever she goes through, she will not seem to be able to change in moods, instead continuing to have a calm expression on her face the entire time. This calm expression is quite often curved into a seductive and sultry smile; each of Bice's movements holding an extra 'sexuality', as if she would be ready to seduce anyone and anything she needed to in order to get the job done.

She seems exceptionally suave and debonair, not getting too excited for whatever reason, and giving off a total air of nonchalance. Her voice becomes refined and slow, each of her words perfectly accentuated--as a strange trait, while in this state of mind, Bice will not use contractions--every word spoken is full, and everything she says is slow and deliberate. She can quite easily whisper tones of dripping honey into the ears of those who are willing to listen, and she becomes very persuasive into bringing people into her cause.

However, with this also comes the bloodshed. She becomes infinitely sadistic, reveling completely in the shedding of the blood of others, be they innocent or non-, and she gets some of her greatest pleasures in seeing the crying faces of those in pain. She will not hesitate to kill someone, though she would much rather prefer to see them at her feet, begging for death and looking for a way out first. If the mood strikes her, she may even let them attempt to escape--of course, this is just a ruse. As they finally see the way to freedom, that moment that they feel the most hope and wish for survival... Bice will cut them down where they stand.

Be happy that this only occurs with a certain trigger.

LOVE:
→ Piña Coladas
→ Getting caught in the rain
→ Making love at Midnight in the dunes on the Cape
→ Old and stupid songs
→ Chocolate Ice Cream
→ Bar Fights (She doesn't really drink much, though.)

HATE:
→ Yoga
→ Whiny Brats
→ Not getting paid for a job
→ Gelemortians (Not sure why. For some reason, they just piss her off.)
→ Idiots who think they're "all that" (Case in point: Wolfgang)
→ Wolfgang Murinyo (It may just be because he's both Gelemortian and thinks that he's "all that")
→ Her full first name (SERIOUSLY. WHO THE FUCK NAMES SOMEONE BEATRICE?! YOU'D THINK SHE WAS A THOUSAND YEAR OLD WITCH OR SOMETHING.)


HISTORY:
→ Do you know what happens when a woman is struck with illness to the point of being barely unable to move? A sane man, one without issues, would remain at her side--especially if he loved her completely. A man who only had eyes for that woman would never leave her; telling her that she would be okay, that things would be great when this all passed by. A crazy man (who had loved her before she was bedridden) may try and take the life of his lover in a spate of strange fantasy, deciding that he would remember her as she was, rather than accepting her for what she now is. Unfortunately, though, however many types of men there may be, there is always the one that desires that which she could no longer give him. The feelings of sexual gratification. Sure, he could force himself onto her and have his way with her--but would it be the same? A woman, too weak to resist and yet too weak to accept. The pleasure that one were to receive would just not be right there anymore. It was pointless, he would have to find himself a new woman to spend a few nights with and destroy completely until she was his, physically and mentally.

One such woman at this point was a Miss Adele Velona. 18. Virgin. Touring in New York City with her parents, coming from La Cerise. Decided to sneak out one night, to get a look out on the town. She met a man who smelt of alcohol and sweat. He stared directly at her for a few intense seconds, so she'd quickly excuse herself past him. A hand gripped her wrist and she was pulled backwards, a hand quickly covering her mouth to stop her from screaming. On that night, Adele Verona would disappear.

The first time hurt, forcing pain to course through Adele's body like she'd never felt before. It always did hurt, he said, but that pain would go away soon enough. After the first orgasm, the pain lessened. After two more, it was completely replaced by pleasure. After another five, it was all that her mind looked for--she was completely and totally exhausted, physically. But mentally, she was as energetic as ever. Even if her body was starting to give way, her mind began to crave more of this man who had taken her innocence so suddenly and roughly. And then, he stopped. The first night was over, after five hours. She lay there, asleep, as he left to go drink and prepare himself for more. The door was locked from the outside, so she couldn't leave, but she didn't mind. In fact, she was starting to enjoy herself for some reason. That night he would come back, and then he would leave the next day. On the third day, he let her leave and told her his name. When she asked him why he told her his name, he simply said that anything else would be boring.

Returning to her parents' arms, they started to hug her, asking her what had happened. She simply said that she'd found a lover, and she would wait for him to return. She'd told him that she was in Venezia, and that would be it. They looked away, talked to each other, looked at her, and then simply resigned. Their daughter was unlikely to give any more, so they wouldn't continue onwards. Instead, they took her back home and let her live her life as usual.

However, things would be different from here on out. Adele was discovered to be pregnant. The father was obvious. Her parents asked her if she wanted an abortion, but she refused. They pleaded with her, asking her to rethink her life.. and she refused. She said that he was her lover, and that he would return for his child, no matter what. And so she waited. And waited. Survived, kept the child alive, and waited. Waited more and more and more, until the child was born. She looked down at the silver haired girl and nodded, choosing to name her Beatrice. When asked if this girl would take the last name Velona, she completely refused. She would be Beatrice Derocha, named for her father. Her parent's tried to change her mind, but she would not comply. Stubbornly clinging onto that little love, this woman with a very strong Stockholm Syndrome would raise the child, wait, raise the child, wait, raise the child... so on and so forth. She would wait for the day that her love would return, though somewhere in her heart she had already resigned to the knowledge that he wouldn't.

So Beatrice grew up without the love of a mother, or the love of a father. Sure, it all sounds sad and crap, but you don't miss what you never knew in the first place. All of the people who pitied her and felt sorry for her simply frustrated the young girl as she aged were shut away, told that it didn't matter and that there was no need to worry. Very verbose and loud, Beatrice began to resent people, and her name, and everything else. Shortening her name to 'Bice', she started to get more and more aggressive. Ten years into her life, her mother finally died, waiting for the man who would ever come. Did she care? No. Did she mourn the death of her mother? Not for a minute. Her mother had never given her the love she needed; so why should she return the favor upon her death? Instead, Bice continued to live her life, as per usual.

Eventually, she would join the Mafia. She needed an outlet, she said. It was the perfect place for her, and she would continue to grow and change. However, word would soon reach her ears. A male by the name of Ayden, with the last name Derocha. Would she seek this person out? Or would this rumor just stay that, a rumor...?



TRIVIA:
→ Speaks Cretan (white), Cerisian (silver) and Amestrian (goldenrod) fluently.
→ Hates being called by her full first name.
→ Skilled in close-quarters combat, especially with general hand-to-hand.
→ Has a habit of accentuating the ends of her sentences with "va!" when excited (Only while the coin is on heads.).
→ Can occasionally be heard humming the tune to a song. If she thinks she's alone, she may even break out into singing.




ALIAS:
→ Dai

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Dai, Apos, Ace, Vito, Fiachra, Sara.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Points. Uh... take them from Fia. He has them to spare.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]UMINEKO NO NAKU KORO NI[/b] [i]Ushiromiya Kyrie[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ SPITFIRE

Archive date is the 8th Sept.

I think we'll use the term "civilian" loosely, here.