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Post by abby on Nov 30, 2008 0:33:41 GMT -6
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Post by abby on Nov 30, 2008 0:41:31 GMT -6
`Bellina Slone.
`Female.
`17 years of age.
`5'4.
`my chiseled face}
Her soft skin is pale from lack of better weather, and is dull and pretty much untouched. It does, however, have a slight peach hue to it, making it have more glow in the light.
Her face consists of speckled blue eyes, pink lips, small nose, and more smooth skin. Aross her forehead is a little tuft of hair, not as bangs, but more in a diagonal line that shield her left eye.
`pools to grant me sight}
A dark, sky blue with black flecks. Around her eyes, dark shadows have made their way, surrounding her eyes in black. This gives her facade a rough look, as they did make their way by depression.
`breathe it in}
Light brunette hair cascades around her face and down to about her shoulder blades, spiraling softly in a neat array. Sweet, honey blonde shades are blended in with this color as highlights, giving her face a more soft look to it despite it's paleness. It's straight and wispy with a slight wave to it, but is usually kept neat and soft.
`they mark me}
She has a tattoo on her ankle, which is a black rose with a pink glow.
`like it or not}
Bell's pretty gutsy, yet in more of a shy way. She's the kind who speaks most of her mind, leaving out the personal parts, and makes sure her decisions stand unless forced. So therefore, she can be stubborn and rash when nervous, pushed, or uncomfortable. And about her being shy; she usually feels a pang of regret after she says something out of turn and sharper than she means to. But if she is intentional, her words cut with their meaning even to the cruelest creatures. And she's only this way because she regrets being born into this twisted world, and then left by her parents to fend alone. Something about all the arrogant people around her makes her want to smash something.
She can be moody, cry, mad, and go off with her own plan without saying anything. However, that means her heart isn't fully stable. The thought of a boy coming into her life who wasn't evil, twisted, or intending to hurt her is hidden deep in her heart, ready to drive her mad. Although she doesn't believe luck would turn her way, she sometimes catches herself daydreaming up some fairytale story even she couldn't believe. It makes her mad and flustered, and lowers her already low self-esteem. This leaves her vulnerable for attacks like this that unleash her "romantic" side.
Sometimes she acts like a goth girl, a definitely weears a lot of black and chains and stuff. Even though she acts nice and curious, she's still depressed.
`happened and gone}
Bella's parents were both normal humans, their names Becka and Nicholas. They gave birth to their daughter at 2 AM in the morning, a snowy and cold night. They weren't happy, they didn't celebrate; the commiserated. Why? They were on a wanted list. They stole. They were violent. What if they came for their daughter? So, later that night when all was set, her mother snuck out and left Bell in the street. However, if didn't take long for someone to come and pick the pretty baby up, but he was a dirty man, one of those that fit in with the long, flowing dark capes and evil lairs.
So he took little Bella and kept her until she was about one, maybe two, then sold her to a friend of his who had a weird collection of sorts of humans. At that time, the humans were slowly climbing down the food chain, and now Bella was part of it. This man's name was Glaedr, an interesting man with out of this world thoughts. He had 5 other children with him, all older than Bell, that he raised and trained. Thing was, Bella didn't do anything. "I prefer not to." Was all she said to his face. This infamous line got her in trouble so many times it was uncountable. She really couldn't care less. These punishments only made her more obstinate, made her more skilled, and more sly. But as she grew into a pre-teen, the magician started to see her unnatural beauty, and had begun and harbor a strange craving for the girl. He sought out her attention more and more, but Bell didn't cooperate in the least bit. She ignored his coos and tempts, and only plotting her great escape. Poor man, he didn't know how to take no.
So Bell escaped, as easy as that when Glaedr was out one day. She walked timid down the streets of the unfamiliar streets, her pale features attracting attention here and there, but she was safe for the most part. When she turned a dark alley, she was surprised when a mass of black threw her backwards. Of course, it was another bunch of twisted humans. They messed with her mind, resulting in the shyness of her personality. They scared her. They haunted her thoughts for years. She barely escaped them, playing dead and then hitching a ride. Her stubbornness has kept her from staying still, and she's still determined to live her own life, not one of some type of food.
Other:
exbeauty.deviantart.com/art/bright-eyes-45507520
Dress; supremetyrant.deviantart.com/art/Haruhi-Gothic-Lolita-I-99874326
Interactions;
Song; Three Days Grace.
Color;
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Post by abby on Feb 28, 2009 15:05:22 GMT -6
Posting Zane in a sec..
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