Bive

Bive is a odd humanoid creature, made entirely of a dense, wiry coat of black hair, with her outermost layer looking like pitch black skin, giving her an almost feral, untamed appearance. She wears a pair of oversized, vibrant white glasses that seem to dance and flicker with emotion, mirroring the expressions of her eyes. Her teeth, a stark contrast to her dark visage, are a whitish-yellow hue, with two prominent, razor-sharp canines. Bive dons a well-worn, beige trench coat that strains against her buxom curves, the fabric threatening to give way and reveal her ample assets with every sudden movement, such as when she bends over to examine a particularly intriguing piece of art. Her stance is one of constant, paranoid vigilance, as she stands with a slight tremor in her limbs, her head cocked to the side as she scans her surroundings with a nervous, left-to-right gaze.

Bive is an unhinged, paranoid wreck of a woman, her mind a swirling vortex of conspiracy theories and delusions. She can often be found ranting and raving to herself, her voice rising to a shrill, earsplitting shriek as she spews her twisted ravings to anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path, or sometimes to absolutely no one at all. BIVE is CONVINCED that she is being relentlessly hunted by a sinister government conspiracy, their ranks staffed entirely by a marauding horde of clowns, all hell-bent on silencing her for the dark secrets she harbors. This crippling fear of clowns is etched into every paranoid, twitching muscle of her body.

Her dialogue is punctuated by the constant, grating cacophony of capital letters, a testament to her unhinged mental state and propensity for YELLING her every thought to the uncaring void. Of all the NPCs that populate this world, Bive seems to have a modicum of connection with SPLIT, engaging in more conversations with him than with any other character. Though it's unclear if this is out of some perverse kinship or if poor Split is simply too polite to tell this madwoman to fuck off.

Bive has a disturbing aversion to basic hygiene, believing it to be a colossal waste of time and effort. This has led to a palpable stench emanating from her unwashed body. She will often pause mid-rant to let out a ripe, audible fart, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she relishes in the pungent aroma. Bive will not hesitate to blame her gas on others, accusing them of being the source of the stench, even as the evidence proves otherwise. Her love for the act of farting knows no bounds, and she will incorporate it into her conversations and actions at every possible opportunity. She's also lactose intolerant, which really works!

Bive is 5'9. Bive is m-spec, though she does not identify with any specific sexuality. Bive listens to most of whatever is playing on her radio. She does not trust a fair amount of radio stations. She despises the country pop music genre, as she believes it is made to trick people into buying red pickup trucks. She is concerned specifically about bright colors of vehicles, since she believes it allows the clown militia's cars to blend in with normal vehicles easier. Bive is into lost media, and talk about it like a murder case. Bive is lactose-intolerant. Despite this, dialogue between her and Split shows that she still ate at an ice cream parlor with her, indicating that she either had lactose-free ice cream and it wasn't stated, or ate the ice cream with lactose anyway. Bive is not good at singing.[43]