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Tabitha Beiler

"I'm really not the killing type."

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a character in “rejects”, as played by katyisaladybug

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( B E R N A D E T T E X M I L L E R )




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{ F U L Lx N A M E }
Tabitha Mary Beiler

{ A L I A S }
Bernadette Miller: her mother's maiden name.

{ N I C K N A M E }
Tabby

{ A G E }
20 (Born July 12th)

{ G E N D E R }
Female

{ S E X U A L I T Y }
Heterosexual, but is currently considering experimentation with the opposite sex. However, she doesn't know yet if she's serious about this, as it could just be an excuse for her current distrust of men.

{ H O M E T O W N }
Lancaster, Pennsylvania

{ O C C U P A T I O N }
Maid. Currently applying for another job. Performs as a street magician when she needs extra cash. Not that she's great at it, though...

{ S P E C I E S }
Witch





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A P P E A R A N C E
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Tabby is very mouse-like. She's got a short physique, button nose, large ears, and a quiet little squeak of a voice. She also weighs nothing, and has straw-like locks for hair, which she has recently dyed a dirty shade of blonde in order to protect herself. Her skin is like porcelain in the winter, but in the summer it freckles and burns. Modesty is what she's known for. She wears no tight-fitting clothing, displays no tattoos, and has only just recently gotten her ears pierced. She's scraped her knees once or twice as a kid, but has never gained any serious scars worth noticing. To put it bluntly, she's simple and uninteresting in appearance. She's not dull, but out of all the people in Rover, she's only worth a passing glance.




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{ Z O D I A CXS I G N }
Cancer

{ L I K E S }
|| Knitting // Trying new foods // The sound and smell of rain // Kittens // Books. She likes the classics and spiritual-themed material. However, she's starting to read some hardcovers about Wicca now that she's a witch and all. // Libraries, speaking of books. // Cleaning // Cheering people up // Acoustic guitar // Antiques // The elderly // Family and friends, although she doesn't really have either at the moment. ||

{ D I S L I K E S }
|| Her job // Her powers // Her life // The 21st century // Everything about her past // The smell of cigarettes. She'd get nauseous every time her dad would smoke a pipe. // Liars // Greed // Selfishness // Rock music. It's too loud for her. // Sporks. She just doesn't understand why they actually exist. ||

{ F E A R S }
Becoming a cold, merciless killer who uses her powers for her own benefit.
There's a few things she's still afraid to conform to.
Dying alone.
Betraying a friend.

{ D R E A M S }
Having a family of her own.
Maybe creating her own library someday.
Spreading peace, not war.
Avenging her brother's death, but not by killing anyone.

{ S E C R E T S }
Has been mugged twice and was almost raped.
Has never worn makeup.
Has never been in a relationship, let alone been kissed.
Does not own a mobile phone.
Only owns one pair of shoes.
Sings when she is alone.
Has a nasty habit of biting her nails





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Tabitha Beiler is a fragile little thing. A flower untouched by weeds. Until now. Now her world is full of weeds that she cannot avoid. She tries to run from them, but they keep coming back to haunt her. Touch her. Kill her. Consequently, this has caused the girl's life to reach its lowest and most desolate point.

This is probably because of her upbringing. Tabby was raised to be kind, gentle, generous, selfless, and above all, simple. She's like a modern-day Jane Eyre, except maybe without the Mister Rochester. This should make her unique, inspirational, maybe even alluring. However, her piety is more of a curse than it is a blessing. It gets her into deep trouble, makes her a martyr, and more than anything else, brands her as an outcast. She's too used to her old ways to succumb to all of the new. There's a part of her rooted in tradition, the familiar, family.

And yet there is a part of her slowly embracing the change. Every day she takes another risk, whether that be riding a bus for the first time, painting her nails blue, or going to a party. She's digging up parts of herself that were once buried by the society where she lived, and she can't tell whether she likes it or despises it. She tells herself it's the latter, but secretly, it's the former. It's not that she's stubborn. In fact, she's probably the most open, sensitive person you'll ever meet. It's just that she had been living in a cage for the first nineteen years of her life, and now that that cage is destroyed, she doesn't know what to do with herself.

And then there's the matter of her powers. The thing that broke her cage in the first place. She knows how useful they are, and she knows how much change they can bring, but she hates them. She hates them because they destroyed her good name, killed her brother, and left her penniless. She hates them because while she still has them, she can never return back to her definition of normalcy.

But she hasn't broken under the pressure of it all just yet. So if she cannot break, then sooner or later, she will learn to bend...





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H I S T O R Y
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Tabitha Beiler was born to an Amish family in the well-known city of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. She lived with her father, mother, older brother, and two younger sisters in a tiny little house near the center of her village. The preacher's daughter, she knew that she was expected to be a good role model for the rest of the community, as well for girls younger than herself. She spent her childhood learning how to cook, clean, and sew. When she had free time, she'd go flower picking in the fields near her house, bringing bouquets of yellow flora back to her mother and sisters. When she was eighteen, her father told her it was time to experience Rumspringa: the period when Amish adolescents are allowed to encounter the outside world before being baptized into the church. She packed her bags and planned on spending two weeks in the city. Instead, she returned back to the village only after two days.

Shortly after she was baptized, Tabby's brother, Peter, grew sick. He was normally spirited and warm, but in his illness he became grey and cold. Unable to stop his cancer, the Beilers watched in agony as their only son died on a cold December night. He was buried three days later below a tiny gravestone in their backyard. His death had the most impact on Tabitha, with whom he had a close relationship. Unable to contain her emotions in private, the girl stayed by her brother's burial spot even after the funeral, watering her tears over the mound of dirt. Surprisingly, she felt a rumble from within the earth, and out came her brother, alive and well, sucking in air and still dressed in his white burial garments.

The layperson would start screaming, maybe cry tears of joy because their family member was not dead after all. But Tabitha did none of those things. In fact, she had a feeling her brother could awaken from his slumber if she did something about it. After all, she had a secret. When she used to pick flowers as a kid, sometimes she would be able to bring the withering ones back to life before giving them to her mother and sisters. It was a secret only she knew. She had kept it hidden from others for her own safety and privacy.

But when her neighbors found the reanimated corpse of Peter Beiler walking around town like nothing had happened to him, Tabitha's secret was anything but private. Afraid of her power, the villagers locked her in a room and decided what they should do. They proclaimed that she was an unholy witch who needed to be executed, and there was even talk of building a pyre in the center of town. Fortunately, before anything bad could happen, Peter was able to help her escape. He was clad in his father's winter jacket and even gave another he had found to his sister. They ran from their family, friends, and home, and resigned themselves to life in the real world.

It was terrible for Tabitha. She had only survived two days in the real world before crawling back to her life in the Amish country. How would she live now? Fortunately, her prayers were answered, and before brother and sister could get anywhere, a group of strangers took them in and claimed that they possessed the same power as Tabby. They gave her a place to stay, but more importantly, they taught her new abilities like pyrokinesis and potion-making. She thought she had made new friends. She thought she had a family again. That is until she found out that they created plagues, killed people for money, and even practiced human sacrifice.

Running away from that group had more dire consequences than running away from the Pennsylvania Dutch. Her and Peter were always on the run after that, and one day, they actually found them. Peter didn't make it out of the attack, and tearfully, Tabitha was left to fend for herself.

She made it to Virginia and decided to keep her identity a secret. She chopped off her hair, dyed the rest a stale blonde color, and changed her name to Bernadette Miller: her mother's maiden name. She easily found a job as a maid. However, after an incident with a client, she has decided to look for a new one. Fortunately, Tabitha has allied herself with a group of other misunderstood supernatural species known as the Rejects. She's not really a girl who seeks revenge, so she's sort of the odd one in the bunch right now. However, through their guidance, she may be able to change herself into a person she never thought she'd become...

{ F A M I L Y }
Peter Beiler // Father // 57
Bernadette Miller // Mother // 49
Peter Beiler II // Brother // Deceased
Esther Beiler // Sister // 15
Joan Beiler // Sister // 12




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{ P E T S }
No pets, but she's like Snow White when it comes to taming animals.

{ C O L O RXC O D E }
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{ F A C E C L A I M }
Lea Seydoux

{ M I S C E L L A N E O U S }
She's only just started developing her powers. So far, Tabby's known abilities are reanimation, as seen when she raised her brother from the dead, and limited pyrokinesis.

So begins...

Tabitha Beiler's Story

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The little town of Rover, does anyone ever pass over?

The town is mostly inhabited, save for the couple hundred residents. Half the town is mowed down for the fresh new highway into D.C., and the other half is vacated from business owners losing their livelihoods to the new highway and moving away.

Seems like the perfect place for a couple of rejects. They seem to have made the town their home, and the humans don't seem to mind having a few strays in their little town, especially with all the new business.

Jasper Cassidy, the heartbroken boy, he took over the abandoned bakery and, if you ask, he can take care of those punks that have been stealing from your stop. Miss Autumn Jones is the girl to go to for a good book, which is good for all the old biddies in town who have made the book club their career. Need someone to clean your house? Well, just ask good ol' Bernadette Miller, she'll have it spotless in no time. Dear Leopold Dorte spruced up the abandoned antiques shop in town. He's one screw short of being all there, but the people in Rover like him, and his rejects seem to as well. If you go into the flower shop, you'll see young Cecelia has hired on some help, a handsome devil. Adrian Crawford, he calls himself; always wearing sunglasses, it's a bit strange. Then there's Sam Xion, short for something... Sunset, Samuel? Anyway, no one's really sure what he's here for.

They're a good group of kids, and Rover'll protect them. After all, Rover has its own rejects too. Rover is the town of the rejects, passed over everyday by cars going to D.C. and people who have thrown their little town to the side.

But trouble is coming. Everyone can feel it in the air. Behind closed doors, the mayor of Rover has met several times with the Council, a group of supernatural beings hellbent on killing every single reject in this "dinky highway town", as one of the councilmen called it. For now, the rejects are safe, under the protection of the mayor, and the reluctance of the Council to start war with the humans.

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She had slept exactly how she had lived: terribly. Tabby roamed the streets of Rover with monstrous bags beneath her lids, an old black dress hanging loosely on her boyish figure. Uncharacteristically, her hair was tied up into a tight ponytail at the crown of her head. Two new earrings, displaying little emerald jewels that shimmered in the sunlight, dangled down to the very start of her jaw. They were her third pair, followed by the free posts she had received when first piercing her ears, and then the hoops she had bought one night after surviving a panic attack. She knew splurging on unnecessary items was a sin, but after everything she had been through, sometimes it was the only way she could cheer herself up.

This morning was going to be an important one. It was her one day off from maid duty, and now Tabitha was free to apply for other jobs around the town. She thanked the Lord for such an opportunity. Perhaps she'd finally be accepted into a workplace that would treat her like an actual human being instead of an innocent, unknowing little girl. She had many talents; her mother always said so. Her brother said so too, just before he had died for a first time. She had thought being a maid would allow her to pay rent on her apartment while also finding the small joys of the things she enjoyed doing back home. Unfortunately, it had only been nothing short of hell, with her boss and her customers as the demons who kept it burning. If Peter were still alive, he would have told her to get out, for her safety was more important than reliving the past. So that was what she was going to do today. She was finally going to get out.

Her stomach growling due to a lack of breakfast and money to pay for it, Tabby strolled along the sidewalk until she reached the bookstore. It was her favorite place in Rover, and she knew that Autumn Jones would be happy to have her as an assistant. She tugged on the doors, but was surprised to find that they were locked."Autumn?" she called, knocking her fist upon the entrance. Much to her dismay, the lights were off. She would have to wait until the fairy opened up shop, and then apply later.

She crossed the street, her black tights matching the dusty color of the road. The Emporium of Impossible Things was her next destination. The bookstore may have been her favorite place, but the quaint antique shop was a close second. Tabitha was an introvert. Therefore, quiet activities such as reading and collecting outdated objects seemed to thoroughly bide her time.

She peered through the shop's window, spying Leopold Dorte opening a box by his desk. Something black and fluffy was gently panting beside him. Upon further observation, she noticed that it was his dog. Like a child, she gasped in giddiness. She was drawn to cute, fuzzy animals like a bee was drawn to honey. Enraptured by his pet's simple charm, she smiled and knocked on the glass in front of her, hoping to get both the dog's and man's attention.

"Leopold?" she hollered, although not loud enough, for her voice was naturally soft and dainty. "Are you open?"

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Family Christmas... Laughter... Love
The images of a small close knit family gathered together on an old rug watching a train move around in circles on its tracks. There was a father proudly holding the shoulder of his young son and glancing over at his very pregnant wife. Leo grinned at the small toy train in his hand and proceeded to tie a price tag to it and got up to his feet to put the track together on a nearby table. He had a small vision of the tracks running around the table and placing other toys inside. The thought gave him such pleasure he went about setting it to reality.

When he was finished he stood back and admired his work, he had placed old teddy bears and building blocks in the center of the tracks. He'd even gone and added a few candle sticks complete with candles and some floral effect. Over all he was quite pleased and went back to his desk. Once he sat down he reached for his tea and realized it had gone cold. He wondered how much time had passed since he had come down and looked towards the rock of old clocks and realized that about 2 hours had passed. It was about time to open shop.

The thought left him a little nervous as he knew he would have to likely interact with people but he sniffed a little and drew in his courage. he was about to get up and unlock the door when a sudden knocking had him looking up sharply. T-Rex also looked up and he let out a happy woof and trotted towards the glass door fully intending on greeting their guest.
Hello! Hello! ... Pet me!

Leo couldn't help the small chuckle at his animal friend and he got to his feet and recognized the figure as Bernadette. She was a stick of a woman who Leopold always felt rather fondly towards. She had a kind soul despite her rough past and he could usually last in conversation with her.
"Coming!" He called back and he went and navigated his way around tables and other furniture until he reached the glass doors and he pulled on the latch and unlocked the door. There was the creak of old wood and then the cool morning air breezed past his hair ruffling it a little. "Good morning Bernadette." He said and mentally applauded himself for sounding normal. He stepped aside to let her in and T-Rex tail wagging looked at her expectantly.
Pets... pets...

"Uh... T-Rex say's hello as well." He said communicating for his dog. "Would... Uh... Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked. He closed the door behind them and walked back towards his desk. Already he could start to hear the voices change from pleasant animal thoughts to more human ones.
Peter.... Peter.... Peter...

The voices whispered over and over and he clenched his hand and let his fingernails dig into his palms. The distance from her helped a little but still they repeated her twice deceased brothers name. "Were you looking for anything? Or just company?" He gave her a bit of a pained smile and picked up his mug of cold tea and moved even further towards the back where a sink and counter stood with an electric boiling pot and an assortment of teas. He made himself busy by starting the heater and digging up another mug for her.

His hands shook a little as he placed down the happy yellow mug with a smiley face for her on the counter. Deciding he needed to be a little braver than he was he turned around and leaned against the counter. His hands were resting on the back of the counter and he tried another smile despite the persisting whispers.
Peter.... Peter.... Peter...

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Almost as soon as Tabby had knocked on the glass, the dog beside Leopold ran over to greet her. She laughed in girlish delight as she gazed upon its furry little face through the window. He possessed round, pensive eyes and two floppy ears that seemed to trail behind him while he trotted. She had never been fortunate enough to own a pet, but she imagined the experience was an enjoyable one. She loved to watch things grow, whether they were plants, animals, or people.

"Coming!" she saw Leopold say. She couldn't hear him from the outside, but she understood the shapes his mouth was making. She scurried over to the wooden door, and watched the morning wind blow against his shaggy hair as he greeted her.

"Good morning Bernadette." he said, sounding and looking pleased. She didn't show it on her face, but her heart stopped for a moment when he used that name. Bernadette was the alias she went by in Rover. It was a name she used for protection, as well as remembrance for her family and her old way of life. If she had it her way, the whole town would be calling her by her real, preferred name. However, after the many months she had spent hiding from friends and enemies alike, she knew it was impossible to tell when another person would betray her again. Therefore, she figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Morning," she replied with a smile, trying her best to look awake. Leopold shifted a bit in order to let her pass. Once inside the shop, her emerald eyes sparkled at the sight of so many interesting wares, each with their own unique backstory. She looked down. The dog was eyeing her expectantly, wagging its tail in anticipation. Immediately, she crouched down and scratched behind his ears. "Hello!" she greeted him, her voice shifting up an octave.

"Uh... T-Rex say's hello as well." Leopold muttered, giving her the dog's name before she could ask him herself. She giggled while being licked upon the cheek. Oddly enough, the name fit for a canine his size.

"Would... Uh... Would you like a cup of tea?" he continued. She looked up just in time to see him shut the door.

"Actually...um...I guess I would," she faintly responded, "I didn't have breakfast yet. Thank you..."

He waltzed back over to his desk, creating a bit of distance between them. Despite the colors and quaintness that flourished within the shop, everything remained still and quiet. Tabitha wished she could purchase some of the items, but of course, her pockets were empty. She continued to pet T-Rex, her joyous expression matching the dog's despite her internal reverie.

"Were you looking for anything? Or just company?" Leopold finally questioned. She gazed up again, observing a smile upon his face that seemed like it was coming from a place of pity. Her attention focused on T-Rex, she had almost forgotten why she had come to the shop in the first place. She stood, brushed traces of black fur off her dress, and began to move towards him.

"Actually, um...yeah, I uh..." she awkwardly began, "I know it might seem a bit weird that I'm asking you this, but um...I'm looking for a new job."

She lightly tapped her nails on the edge of his desk as he prepared her tea. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she thought about how even more awkward this conversation would have been if she were back home in Lancaster. In her village, men and women worked separately. They were not to mingle or perform the same duties. She would be at home while her father and brother tread the town doing manual labor. Women were domestic while men plowed the fields and performed other various activities. That was the Amish way. If she had even thought about asking to apply for a job at a man's workplace, she would have immediately been shunned by her family.

"I already have a job as a maid, but...I just...there's been some complications," she struggled to explain, "and I figured it would be best to work even closer to home. So I'm using my free day to apply for open positions around Rover, and I was wondering if...maybe...you could use an extra hand?"

She noticed the bright yellow smiley-faced mug filled with breakfast tea, but even more so, she watched as Leopold's fingers shook while delivering it to her. He leaned his hands against the counter, giving her another smile. But she could tell it wasn't true. Something about it was...off. Tabitha frowned. She couldn't explain the sudden shift in his confident demeanor, but because of his presumed anxiousness and her overwhelming social anxiety, her panicky brain told her that she was making a fool of herself.

"Actually, no...I'm sorry..." she backed away, shaking her head and putting a quavering hand to her temple. "Terrible idea. This was stupid...I'm stupid...sorry for troubling you..."

She was stuck somewhere between the door and the desk, for she knew it was appropriate to exit the premises after dismissing her reason for entry, but also knew it was rude to leave a hot cup of tea untouched after it had been made specially for her.

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Bernadette happily knelt down to pat T-Rex and Leo wished for a moment he could be as easy with humans as his companion was. Sighing a little he noticed she was coming a bit closer and he straightened, his back going stiff. Calm down! His thoughts screamed at him. She was speaking and he forced himself to focus directly on her words and not the whispers. They had moved on to whispering new things.
Quaint Living… Preachers Daughter… So Frail… Little Thing.

"… but um...I'm looking for a new job."Β 

He blinked in surprise at her and she continued one explaining her situation. She told him work was bringing her complications and he felt a small rush of pity fill him for her. He knew what it was to work a horrible job. He had no wish to ever be a professional psychic again. Painful thoughts of his mother and Ireland filled his brain until he pushed them out. There was just far too much in his head for a man to remain sane.

"I was wondering if...maybe...you could use an extra hand?"

Leopold was about to answer when she suddenly cut him off, saying it was a mistake and she was sorry for troubling him. He shook his head at her when she apologized and he felt a nervous twitch move through his body.
"No! No! Sorry I'm just a little overwhelmed Bernadette…" His eyes were blinking rapidly and he shuddered a little.
WITCH! WITCH! WITCH! BURN HER


He groaned a little and let his eyes close as the voices grew louder and louder. "Goddamnit… I'm sorry I just…." He took a deep steadying breath and forced his eyes open and gave her a cold smile. "Being a psychic really isn't all it's cracked up to be." He explained. "I could use some help on the weekends, I usually get deliveries then. I can do fifteen an hour." T-Rex had come to stand by him now and the giant animal had rested his head against Leo's leg and he felt an immediate rush of calm.

"I apologize, Bernadette… It's a little rough hearing more than one voice in my head. If you don't mind I could also use the weekends to practice drowning them out." He reached down to pat T-Rex on the head and let out a long sigh.
Unholy creature… Peter… burn her…

They would never stop of course. There was just too much information to reveal but they were quieting again and he glanced ashamed at Bernadette. "I do however completely understand if you don't wish to work with me." He looked down at his canine companion and couldn’t help the small smile at the genuine eyes of T-Rex as he gazed lovingly back at his master.