Beatrice Thornhall
I would suggest that barbarism be considered as a permanent and universal characteristic which becomes more or less pronounced according to the play of circumstances.
-Simone Weil
-Simone Weil
Barbarism is needed every four or five hundred years to bring the world back to life. Otherwise it would die of civilization.
-Edmond de Goncourt
-Edmond de Goncourt
Name: Beatrice ThornhallNickname / Alias: Betty - only self-referentially
Gender: Female
Age / Birthday: 43 / 17th Day, 6th Month
Height: 2'9
Weight: 40 lbs
Hair: Silver-White
Eyes: Red
Appearance: Beatrice is small and petite, even for halflings, with pale skin and paler hair, which she keeps long and straight and adorned with a black lace headdress tied with fancy braided yarn. If worn over her ears - as she is wont to do - it is nearly impossible to mistake her for anything other than a human child. An odd looking child, to be sure, but a child none-the-less.
Atypical for her current surroundings, she favors long skirts with bountiful petticoats which peak out in several expanding layers like a wedding cake. Ribbons and bows are affixed everywhere, and beneath it all are stockinged legs and knee high leather boots with heels that are almost too high for sensible day-to-day use.
Her hip is adorned with a beautiful silver rapier, and an equally beautiful, but small, shield is affixed to her forearm. She calls it a "buckler", but few know that terminology and wonder how effectively she can use such a tiny, pretty thing.
It is no coincidence that she, too, is a tiny, pretty thing with questionable usefulness.
Personality: Beatrice is wholly and utterly convinced of her superiority over everyone else around her. Everyone. She can manage to hide it, when she chooses - which can be rare, but she's wise enough to know when to turn on the charm. Everyone else may consider her barbaric - and she's fine with that - someone once told her that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, and she as further concluded that sufficiently advanced manners are indistinguishable from barbarism. To her trained eye, everyone else is uncultured, but, when in Rome ... (Ed: she neither knows WHAT Rome is, nor, precisely what the comment actually means).
She has a pair of odd vocal tics, which slip into her conversations at random, one in which she'll refer to herself in the third person, the other that she tends to end random sentences with the concluding phrase, "I suppose".
History: Beatrice only says that she comes from a land "far, far away", populated by citizens with "far, far better taste". When asked why she now travels these realms, she'll only answer "Anger issues." in her typical small voice.