Beth Bio

Name: Bethany Crane

AKA: Beth, B, Hand bag head (Not a name she likes)

Height: 5’ (without head on) 5’ 10” (with head on)

Age: 27

Birth date: October 31

Race: Human (I think that still counts)

Friends: Just her hair stylist. Her body hangs out with some girls that her head does not know.

Beth was your typical girl, if you did not count her complete avoidance of anything fun or bad for her. No snack foods, sweets, sodas, parties, dancing, tattoos, amusement park rides, nothing. No one is sure why, not even her. But what is certain is that her body grew sick of it. One night while she was asleep her body took control. It woke Beth up and despite her shock and protests, her body took her out for a night on the town. Dancing, fast food, and a trip to a local carnival, all were tasks her body made Beth experience. And Beth had a great time, and after a while she was back in control of things. But the very next day it was back to the same old same old. And her body was now furious. That night as Beth slept, her body took charge again, only this time it took more drastic measures. Beth awoke to a very disturbing sight, leaning over her, was her now headless body, holding a book of magic hand incantations. Beth tried to reason with her body but it silently laughed at her. It picked her up by the hair and held her in front of a mirror so she could see what it had done to her. Just as Beth was about to start crying her body put her back onto it’s neck. Her hopes that her body was giving her a second chance were dashed when she found she has no control what so ever. Her body went out and did whatever it wanted all day, making Beth eat whatever it wanted her to, dropping her off at a hair salon (much to the shock and aww of the salon staff) while it went to a wild dance club (where it was oddly accepted, who knew?). Beth winced every time she felt her body do something she normally never did. When it finally came back, it was wearing new cloths and had a tattoo on the flat surface of it’s neck where her head used to sit. Her body grabbed Beth by the hair and carried her home as if she were a hand bag.

Since that day, her body has preformed further magic upon poor Beth. Her head is hallow since her brain is now no longer needed for survival. When Beth protested this her body cast another spell that made her now empty skull into a dry and padded pocket that made Beth a functional hand bad. Her body has taken great joy in treating Beth as a mere fashion accessory. All of Beth’s friends were too freaked out to hang out with her anymore and abandoned her. If it weren’t for the fact that her body still needs her so it can eat and get drunk, it would have left her too. Beth counts herself lucky for that. She has come to terms with what happened to her and puts up with it, all in hopes that her body will get over it’s grudge and give her the reigns again. Only time will tell.


The pic was drawn by quart-of-meat