<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/a9d2400176d2b4792362fe2e5753c289/tumblr_od79o2CUj11sm45xjo3_400.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beatriks<br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>Tunguska|Nomad<br/><strong> Age: </strong>22<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Module – Shared living area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valentina, Ukikoh<br/><hr/><hr/>A blonde tail swished, poofed, twitched with every impact. One might expect it to belong to her Cheshire Cat geist, but this tail belonged to Bea. Ever since her eighteenth birthday it had belonged to her, moved with her, aided her in ways no AI could manage. Like any ambitious upstart's edge it was a rumor, rarely seen except in private moments curled up on the couch, in front of the glow of a screen, hot and scanty post-stretch, mentally and physically in cooldown.<br/><br/>"Kiko! I didn't know you were a Volkov fan." Wide blue eyes feasted on the food, greasy and sinful, fried to deliciousness, but she didn't ask. The harsh physical regimen handed down from Observance of Saint Mary guided her. Led her from temptation. Her head rest in the concave of Ukikoh's meatier shoulder, crushed a pigtail down to a silky cushion. "She'll bounce back. I could come back from that, and she hasn't even channeled her Vistani Curse yet. See, her eyes aren't glowing." Anxious legs worked together. "And, and, don't forget the prophecy from season 8. The theory she's part Night Witch is pretty solid, it's basically canon."<br/><br/>Somehow she inverted her position on the couch in a breadth of eighteen inches, in the span of two seconds, and raising firm legs high up the back. In training, the Reverends had called it<em>chimney rappel reversal; </em>Beatriks called it old hat. "Helena doesn't have a chance."