Username
~ Forsaken
Race
~ Vampire
Name
~ Annabella Ellois L'aumore
Nicknames
~ Belle
Age
~ Eternally Eighteen, Momentarily Three Thousand.
Gender
~ Female
Appearance
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Bio
~ A chalk drawing, after the rain. Consider the rainbow of delightful colours, an envy, to be sure. Consider the image that was, or maybe the image that could have been. But you will never know, and now it's a secret. Lost, forever, a secret. But what if you drew the picture..? What if you knew the secret? Tell me, how long could you remember every line you had tried so hard to get right? How long would you remember the details you strained yourself for? And will you even care once you've forgotten..? It's a secret.
The life of Belle, when she was innocent, young, motral.. It was nothing more than a chalk drawing, now. The thousands of years had washed them away, as if they were visions, blurred at the edges. They were dreams, fantasies from a time when she could feel the cold, the wet, the damp, the warmth. Before the numb set in, blank, purgatory. She no longer could really recall details, save for small flashbacks of her small cottage on the early french countryside. Her family, she remembered she loved them, and yet, she could not recall what said love felt like. If she knew how to recall heartbreak, she supposed she would feel a tear or two. But after all of these years, she could barely even remember the bad emotions. She was stuck to basic emotions such as curiosity, child-like happiness.. With no complexity to plague her immortal mind. However, she remembered every pounding second of her immortality. It was like a sharp blade, in contrast to her mortality. And most of all, she remembered, as she looked out of her window in the rain, the rose.
Brief flashes, a promise, a hope, a rose, and she bit down... She allowed herself to fall to a promise for her old country life again, as she tasted sweet, yet bitter betrayal. And now, she was a prisoner not only to time, but the very house that she lived in.
Personality
~ Belle is a shy, honest, and loyal girl. If she were an herbal tea, she would be chamomile and honey. Her simplicity is in her eyes, regardless of the extravagant threads that may adorn her body. She is a secret whispered from one person to another, but a secret nonetheless. Ever gentle and humble in the sins of her existence, she bows in gratitude though she is imprisoned for the rest of her lonely days. Be warned, however, that when her hunger is aroused, she is quite the Mr Hyde, rather than her usual Dr Jackyl.
Extra
~ She is quite in love with the Violin.
Roleplaying Example
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http://www.trisphee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=4138
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