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Wing City Gardens (South)Beatriz Otomo
Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, each one she passes goes, 'Ah...'
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by aeleon
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Description
Her skin is beach-bum tanned, her hair is reminiscent of a lion's mane, but obsidian-tinted - her eyes are green, and she's usually wearing white. She's tall for a female, about 5'8"+, and hourglassed: while her waist is dainty, her hips and shoulders can be almost imposing.
Personality
She's a bit flighty, but all-together pleasant. She can seem very materialistic on the surface, but it is her curiosity that gets the better of her. She knows a LOT of languages, even extra-terrestrial ones. She's not from Earth, but was raised here. She doesn't know she isn't an earthling. She's very possessive.
Equipment
She is usually carrying a huge purse of some sort, an MP3 player, and a gorgeously new and expensive smartphone.
History
A majority of her past consists of a regular, joy-filled childhood brought to her by a Brasilian mother and a Japanese father. Other than her accute learning abilities, particularly with languages, and a country-wide appreciation for her face and figure, her life was relatively common.
A small stint in modelling from age 16 to 20 gave her a majority of the money she has today.
Beatriz Otomo's Story
Whatup, patrons of the bar - our resident head tendress has returned to give you just what you need: delicious alcohol! None of these brainless Non-Playables, none of these babies with harsh pasts - now it's time for a REAL fantasy woman to return to her post!
Beatriz saunters casually through the old, sad door, and it seems a rush of cold, energising air slips in with her. It adds quite a nice flourish to the dress on her - a simple, spaghetti-strapped thing, with a flowy skirt to the knees, rather peasant-ish -- save for being impeccably white. Like angel feathers white.
It's quite the contrast to the dark - darker than anyone who recognises her would remember - skin, somewhere between caramel and chocolate coloured. Her black cascading curls were immediately identifiable, if not even a tad more voluminous than she would have normally styled it.
It's as if she were a self-proclaimed movie-star: Maybe one person could've caught sight of her (ilu Stan), but to her, the whole world has been waiting with baited breath for her arrival. With that silly princess wave, she saunters over to the bar to reclaim her place.
Her hips are boat-wide, let's not deny, so when she walks, it's difficult not to notice - not necessarily arousing, as, let's be frank, not everybody has good taste. Her tiny waist remains as a pivot, her bare shoulders proclaiming an elegance she probably had no right to uphold as she finally returned to her spot, behind the bar.
It's as if she takes no notice of Rosalilly as she inspects the bartop, the space beneath it, the shelves behind it, making sure everything was left as she ordered it to be. She nods, purses her lips, shifts a glass here and there in a manner that just screams OCD, but when she lifts her eyes to the patrons enshrouded in their smokey heat, her green eyes glisten. She was home!
With a deep breath, Beatriz arches her back, inspects her land, and brings a flat hand down onto the bartop with an attention-seeking SLAP! "My patrons!" she began as if a ruler to her kingdom, "The first drink I serve you will be on me!" Those who've heard her speak before should notice that her english has noticeably improved - but her voice remains deep, sensual, and vigorous as always.
A few moments pass, and her proclamation remains unheard in the din around her. In fact, her return proves to be more chaotic than she'd remembered, what with Saito shouting at her and then suddenly someone up on her counter? Oh no, she didn't even have time to celebrate Trist's recognition before her blood started running.
"Oh, you, down from there!" she said, lifting her hands and shoving lightly at his legs when Ichor runs by him.
oops, her.
She shook with a start as the strange man ceased to exist before her eyes, but upon realising that she would never conform to the shenanigans at this bar, she turned to inspect a presence she detected to her right - and when she found nothing there, she shrugged.
Oh well, back to business! To Saito she would move, standing in front of him but on the opposite side of the bar. She bowed rather deeply, and muttered an apology. "What may I get you!" She recognised him faintly, but didn't see the opportunity to speak of pleasasntries with the depressed man.
Though there was no physical obstruction of Saito's path, being that she was behind the bar, Beatriz could do nothing but start and hold her hand out rather weakly - she wouldn't go between a violent man and his victim, who would? "N-no violence in the bar!" she shouted quickly, hoping that would deter him. "--Please," she said as meekly as she could.
Quickly, though, she exited the situation by shuffling over to Kividar, bowing to him non-chalantly and sweetly asking "What may I get you, sir?"
The thud against the bartop causes a start in the skittish woman as she waits for Kividar's recognition.
Then, as Ren Lilly Bell passes by with a bottle of her rum in her hand, she snaps her fingers to catch the girls attention, clapping her hands a few times and motioning the girl towards her.
Beatriz Otomo 's lips purse, her long lashes sweeping the air like bird's feathers as she regarded the figure in front of her for the first time, really. "At once," she said, a lot less enthusiastic than she had a moment ago.
It takes no time for Beatriz to retrieve the drink, and in moments, the woman sets a napkin down upon the counter and a tumbler appropriately filled with the chilled drink before him.
Only then does she notice Rosalilly, upon hearing the glass fall. Her face whipped to face the girl beside her at the bar, and at once she grew territorial. "Who are you?" she asked as calmly as she could, trying to contain violent south-american rage.
Reaching out, Beatriz moves to pull the earbuds out of the girl's ears. "Because I run this place," she said, half-growling.
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