Beatrice Caine

[Trish]

Name: Beatrice Caine
Nicknames: Trish, or Bee-Bee if you’re feeling daring; the latter might get something thrown at you.
Race: Human
Occupation: Bartender at The Onyx and tattoo artist at The Edge
Gender: Female
Skin Color: Pale caucasian
Age: 26
Clothing: Trish loves anything with a bit of flash to it. Her style might be considered ‘punk,’ if you really want to categorize it: layered t-shirts or tanktops, strategically torn jeans, chunky belts, and a variety of jackets, shoes, and bits and bobbles to accessorize. She likes bright, eye-catching colors and isn’t afraid to show a little skin – she is a woman, after all. Or course, she will dress a bit more ‘appropriately’ for her bartending gig, but she always has a bit of flare, no matter what.
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 136lbs
Tattoos: Plenty. Two nearly-full sleeves on either arm, plus a few more on her sides, back, and down her legs until about her ankles. They include (but are not limited to): a rose on her neck, stars above her left eye, and a portrait of a friend on her left shoulder; one of the friends who was killed in a car crash.
Piercings: Two in each ear and an industrial in the cartilage of her left ear.
Jewellery: Numerous earrings, necklaces, and rings, most of them being costume jewelry that she switches up, depending on her outfit for the day. Her one constant is the white gold crucifix that belonged to her mother.

Body Modifications: Most scars from her childhood have been covered up by the tattoos.


Hair
Length: Elbow-length
Style: It falls in natural layers around her face and shoulders, but Trish will often pull it back in pigtails or a messy kind of ponytail.
Color: Her natural coloring is black, but there are streaks of light browns and even blonde dyed throughout.

Facial Hair
Length: N/A
Style: N/A

Eyes
Color: Brown
Oddities: N/A

Personality: Beatrice was raised by her father who, although he valued his job as a police officer, valued his daughter even more. He taught her to be strong, willful, and quick on her feet; that hasn’t changed at all. Trish can adapt to just about any situation without getting ‘frazzled’ and her ability to keep a cool head has definitely been a help, both with her freelance work and her job at The Onyx. She also inherited her father’s sharp tongue; Trish definitely isn’t afraid to speak her mind, no matter what the consequences; call her a smartass and she’ll probably thank you with a grin spread across her face. Beatrice is naturally mischievous as well, and her sillier side has been known to show itself when things get dull.

Of course, despite her cool head, it is possible to rub Beatrice the wrong way. Her willingness to speak her mind means she won’t clam up if she things someone deserves a tongue-lashing. When her temper goes, it’s gone, and many a glass or a wall in her workplaces have suffered her wrath. However, if someone manages to talk her down, she’ll go right back to her wise-cracking, unruffled self.

Weaknesses: Her fast tongue has gotten her into trouble before; apparently, some people don’t appreciate the ‘verbal bitchslap.’ Also, a car accident from some time ago has left her with some nerve damage in her right leg. It will occasionally go on pins and needles, and Beatrice will need to rest for a time; from time to time, the pain will leave her bedridden. And, even though her attitude may suggest the opposite, Trish is completely mortal.

Abilities: Trish is one helluva sketch artist – she has to be, with her freelance work. She has a steady hand, which helps with her work in the tattoo parlor, and in her ability to defend herself. Beatrice’s father taught her how to fire a gun when she was fairly young, and she’s kept it up ever since. She has also been playing the piano since she was seven.

Weapons: A single 9mm Beretta

Prized Possessions: Her mother’s crucifix and the little black-and-white kitten she recently acquired.

Seamus, also known as 'Woobie'

Home(s): She has a fairly spacious apartment on Cole’s half of L.A.

History: Beatrice’s mother, Sarah, died when Trish was barely one, so she has no memory of the woman. Her father, Sgt. William Caine, did his best to raise his daughter in their Seattle home. Despite his dedication to the Seattle PD, Caine wan’t to raise Beatrice with the best, perhaps to make up for the lack of a mother. He tried to raise her properly, but of course, her teenage rebellion made it difficult. It was during this time that Trish became fascinated with tattooing; she had ‘friends’ who were all inked up and they pulled her into it, as well. She wouldn’t listen to her father, no matter what – he was just an ‘old, worthless fart,’ who ‘didn’t understand’ what she was going through. Trish would sneak out of the house at night and end up driving through the backstreets with her friends and a six-pack or a fifth.

The car crash changed all that. Trish and her friends had all been drinking, swerving around in the car, and none of them saw the semi until it was too late. Only Trish and one other friend survived, and only just. It was slow going, but as her body healed, Beatrice tried to pull herself back together. She managed to graduate high school with passable marks, but all the while, her tattoo interest only increased. For a time, she had an apprenticeship at a local parlor, and after the place closed down, Trish found that she couldn’t just ‘move on.’ L.A. beckoned; she figured, ‘why the hell not?’

Now, her skill has managed to earn her a good deal of respect. Of course, freelance isn’t exactly a steady income, so The Onyx provides for rent and other amenities, but Trish doesn’t mind. You meet a helluva lot of interesting people in a club like that…