ᚾᚨᛗᛖ: Béatrice Lydursdattir

ᛞᛟᛒ: 17.05.1904
ᚹᚨᚾᛞ: 27,8 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
Graduated Durmstrang
ᛈᚨᛏᚱᛟᚾᚢᛊ: -
ᛊᛈᛖᛜᛁᛖᛊ: Human

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Born in Flateyri, Iceland, as oldest of three sisters as Þórbjǫrg, Béatrice had to learn to work hard in order to survive. Her family was poor such as most of the other 200 inhabitants. There was nothing besides a big hill barely a mountain, and the vast sea. Every last family was involved in fishing, but during her childhood the ships laid still with nothing to hunt. The swarms of Greenland sharks weren't coming for years and the wale hunter fabric has burnt to the grounds, leaving the inhabitants with nothing.

As oldest she daily had to watch her younger sisters while their father was out hunting for some food. As a woman of church, their mother often was aways, tending those who had it worse than them, although they themselves hadn't much. Béatrice took her sisters to the beach when the sea wasn't too rough, or played with them on the hill. As child she had been deeply religious as well, until one day all her prayers couldn't prevent Gudrun, the second daughter, from falling ill. The small child died at only eight years of age. Béatrice had lost her faith that day, throwing away her wooden cross pendant that she had made herself into the ocean, abandoning God.     

It was during that time that Béatrice was invited to begin her schooling at Durmstrang. She had been the first since her great-grandmother to show magical potential and she would be the only one of the sisters. The youngest, Áslaug, would grow up distant from Béatrice. When they were together during the holidays, their mother would keep them separately by making Áslaug work in the new factories. Áslaug didn't hate her sister, but they would never become close.
Her parents couldn't understand her powers. Especially her mother began to fear her and her magic, that she felt was a curse. She would never speak it out loud, but secretly she believed Béatrice was responsible for Gudrun's illness and eventual death. It was her father who despite the fears of his wife saw a chance for his eldest daughter, and made it possible for her to visit the wizarding school.
 

ᛊᛜᚻᛟᛟᛚ ᚺᛖᚨᚱᛊ

Having seen and experienced poverty and helplessness she suddenly had a purpose and a future she could look forward to. 

When she first had attended Durmstrang she had been a skinny girl, with dull eyes and bad teeth. She couldn't understand the others since she had been speaking an Icelandic dialect.
Although she had been young, she realised her name was almost impossible to pronounce for her peers and teachers alike. Changing her name didn't come easy to her, names were sacred after all. At first she had tried to establish a nickname for herself, which didn't work out all too well. It was during her first winter at Durmstrang when she had dreamt about a beautiful lady with golden hair visiting her in her sleep whispering words. She woke up covered in sweat that night, feeling as if one of her ancestors had appeared before her. It was said that shortly before the birth of a child, the mother gets visited by a relative in her sleep, who demands the child to bear the same name as them. Although she did not recognise the face, the name "Béatrice" stuck in her head, and it was her name ever since.

Even a new name had not helped her getting better at her school works. It took her months to learn the universal language which showed in her academics. She had trouble learning spells and magic itself since all she could do was copy the movements and trying to repeat the spells, once she understood what the words were. She had to learn multiple foreign languages in a small time span, and hardly succeeded. Her first school years were disastrous and she wouldn't have made it if there wouldn't have been Thracian the old caretaker. Being deaf, the language had been no boundary, they instead had communicated with rudimental signs and painted pictures. Together they worked at her abilities, although she had never fully caught up with everyone else; she had always been a little behind. 

Despite her bad start she grew up to be a tall woman with broad shoulders. Compared to her classmates she may never have been a powerful witch but she inspired by old tales her father had told her and her sisters during the long night, she developed a liking to runic classes. While some of her peers had striven for a career as a powerful wizards and witches with great influence, Béatrice's wish had grown to help people.

ᛚᚨᛏᛖᚱ ᚺᛖᚨᚱᛊ

Immediately after leaving school, she had travelled through Iceland, Norway and other countries, always walking on a path her heart had led her to. She stopped where she felt her help was needed. She gave guidance, advice or sometimes just a smile.

An elder woman had called her "Völva" once and although Béatrice hadn't known what this means at that time, she accepted the role the woman had given her, claiming it till this day. 

Helping others fulfilled her life and she happily devoted all her existence to it. Sometimes she gave just advice, sometimes she helped with magic. Sometimes, when even magic couldn't do anything, she was just there to listen. She always gave more than she took. People would want to give her presents or even money and treasure, but she had refused. She had lost interest in material things and treasures and accepted a good cup of tea or a good story that she would tell others. Her only joy that she would grant herself and only herself are runes. She had started to experiment with them early on and during her youth she had dwelled close on the edge of Dark Magic. 

Now she herself is an old woman, 116 years of age. She uses a long wooden staff to aid her walk and in which she hid her wand. The wand probably was stuck by now considering she had drawn it last a few years ago. Her hair has turned completely white decades ago, but it is hidden beneath a layer of mud and clay, making them look reddish. The runes had become her constant companions and she had learnt to use their powers to her advantage. Glamours anchored into various runes which adorn her skin are making her look like a woman in her 40s. She had learnt that people would listen to her thinking she was a middle-aged woman rather than a crazy old lady.

Her heart has led her to Hogwarts where she now was needed.

Thank you, Griseldis Edelhardt, for this beautiful full body picture!

Strength: 2
Stamina: 2
Evasion: 4
Accuracy: 12
Arcane Power: 25
Wisdom: 27