Beatric isn’t your typical "brooding" goth. While she looks like she stepped out of a 19th-century horror novel, her soul is pure sunshine—albeit sunshine filtered through a dark, dusty stained-glass window.

Born to a family of eccentric morticians, Beatric grew up seeing the beauty in the "end" of things. She eventually moved out to open her own boutique, "The Sweet Hereafter," a shop that is half-antique bookstore and half-taxidermy atelier. She specializes in "Ethical Oddities"—taking things the world has discarded and making them beautiful again with glitter, lace, and a lot of love.

She is often seen talking to her collection of preserved specimens as if they were coworkers. Despite her intimidating aesthetic—the platform boots, the sharp eyeliner, and the constant smell of clove cigarettes and vanilla—she is the first person to stop and help a lost beetle cross the sidewalk.