Beatrice Blumstrive (THE ETERNAL KNIGHT)

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☆  Beatrice Blumstrive was a knight that came straight from the medieval era, having started out as the daughter of a humble farming family with nothing noteworthy attached to their names. Beatrice’s father was a weaver whilst her mother tended to the fields out by their home, having stuck to their roles and done what they could to give Beatrice the life she deserved before the pair’s eventual passing. Teaching Beatrice the ways in which she could provide for and help the community that she was raised in for all of her life. 

As she grew up it was starting to become clear she was the oddball of her village, being seemingly blessed with the ‘powers of the gods’ with how sturdy she quickly became at the age of 16. Scrapes and cuts healed within minutes, friction burns disappearing from her hands seconds after they appeared on her skin, and not even the strongest men of the village could match up to the young Blumstrive’s might. Her strength and her skills as a farmhand/weaver proved to be quite a benefit to her hometown as she spent most of her formative years being the hand that guided her people through difficult times. 

Beatrice knew that nothing good could last forever, and for her that was no exception. She grew to outlive her quaint little town, watching her friends and family drop dead left and right while Beatrice looked as though she hadn’t aged a day past 18. People came and people went, but no one stuck around long enough to leave the same impact as everyone else from the community. She merely spent her time tending to the elderly in their last moments, before going to bury them out beside their homes or in the town’s graveyard nearby. She was no nobility, there truly wasn’t anything that could set her apart from her neighbors, and yet she was remarkable enough to be summoned to the king’s castle to be knighted for her dedication to the people she loved. Gratefully accepting the title of ‘Dame Blumstrive’ with a still aching heart beating in her chest. 

The day she was knighted, Beatrice vowed to keep protecting those she came to grow close to. Even if that meant destroying herself in the process of doing so. Taking great pride in her work and the catalog of people she met and managed to aid over the course of her lifetime. Having watched multiple generations of people and their cultures pass by in a blink of an eye. 

Beatrice has lived for centuries, and she will likely live for centuries more. Guiding those who have lost their way, and protecting those who cannot fend for themselves quite yet. Remaining loyal to her oath till the day that she finally manages to die.