Post by Belle French on Jan 22, 2014 4:45:04 GMT -5
Belle French
Age: 28
Occupation: Princess, Servent, Librarian.
Family:
Sir Maurice (Moe French).
Gaston - Betrothed.
Rumple/Mr. Gold - Future love.
Strengths: Intelligent, Resourceful, Brave, Compassionate, Optimistic.
Weaknesses: Has a knack for getting herself in danger and falling in love with a troubled soul.
Quote: "I learned a long time ago, that when you find something that's worth fighting for... you never give up."
Personality: Belle has a determined and vibrant personality. She always tries to see the best in every situation and that sometimes can leave her in vulnerable situations. No matter what the odds she is an ultimate example of girl power. When back against a wall she will use all of her cunning to find a way to save her own day. Belle is selfless and loving. She believes in true love and the importance of loyalty. She never sees anyone for the monster that they appear to be, instead everyone is a chipped cup waiting to be fixed.
History: I roleplay out my own histories for the most part, but Belle's general history consists of a deal being made with the infamous Rumpelstilskin. She made the deal against her father and Gaston's wishes. This deal was the beginning of her journey. See my roleplay example for more.
Likes: Books, Acts of Kindness, Romance, Adventure.
Dislikes: Unnecessary cruelty, dark magic.
Roleplay Example: The moon waned in the distance faintly seen due to being covered by the smog of a new darkness that had over taken her land. Her fingers glided in between each page searching with a fervor for an answer. The men were in the other room with their voices raised in reaction to the stress that they faced. Her sapphire hued eyes glanced only briefly into the other room where the fire was the only light against the aged walls. She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment pondering on interrupting their conversation. Her heart skipped a much needed beat as she came upon the page she had been looking for. Belle had been through every one of the books in the Palace hundreds of times, and yet when she had needed to reference something it had taken her hours to find what she needed.
The young woman relaxed for a minute of relief as she slumped forward unto the table, her eyes devoured the literature as though they had never laid themselves upon the words. Her thoughts were interrupted by screams of her people burning and being tortured by the Ogres. The smell of crisped flesh lingered across the lands. Her father had failed to protect them, and her betrothed had never stood a chance. The Kingdom had been cursed by an unknown force, and the economy had slowly crashed. Without treasure troves of gold no one would come to their aid. She had agreed to marry the man her father had picked out for her only to save her Kingdom, but never for love. Love was a word she had constantly read about, but had never had the chance to live.
Chills shivered up her spine leaving a lasting impression upon her soul. She would never forget the feeling of helplessness that overcame her. A dark and twisted sadness that nearly took her breath away. Belle knew if she had asked permission from the King, her father, she would be denied. He did not believe a woman should be on the battlefield, even if he had raised her to defend herself. She was all that he had left. She was his beauty in this dark world. A father’s love. The Castle fell silent after the screams ceased to echo in the night. She lowered her head in silence and asked for strength from her mother who had long passed. With an agile hand she slammed the book shut that had captivated her as a child.
“Rumpelstilskin, I summon thee!” She screamed at the top of her lungs cutting through the silence with a painful knife. She knew from her studies that all magic came with a price, but she hoped he would be merciful. Her fingers grasped the silk of her golden gown as though she was bracing herself for dark magic. Her eyes swelled up with tears, she just wanted it to be over. She wanted the suffering to stop. She wanted the screams to cease and people to laugh again. Her throat went dry as her words were lost to her. The grief was overwhelming. She had cried a thousand tears for every lost soul.
“Belle!” He father came running into the room knocking over things along the way. His usual calm demeanor twisted in torture as he stared at his daughter. Everyone across the land knew of Rumpelstilskin, but the majority that dealt with him seemed to meet unfortunate ends. In her time it was like making a deal with the devil. She sat still as Gustave came flying into the room.
“The clouds have thickened above and now there is lightning and thunder! The moon is gone!” He growled obviously losing control of the situation, “What have you done Belle?”
She stood up with closed fists before both of the men that she had trusted to protect her. For a moment her eyes narrowed as they accused her of being a witch and summoning the devil himself to worsen their problems.
“I take full responsibility of whatever deal he wishes to make. I am doing what I have to do in order to save our people,” Her voice raised in an almost fury as she continued, “Our people are burning! Children are withered against their mothers in ashes. You are so concerned with protecting yourselves and me that you failed to protect the very people we are responsible for,” She slammed her fist into the solid oak table. The books quivered against the kinetic force of her fist. She opened the window and welcomed in the rain, “I am no longer a child and if this is to be my Kingdom I will protect it. I have already been the dutiful daughter and agreed to marry Gustave.”
Gustave took the hint and left the room to the two who needed each other and yet could never trust one another. Her father sat down next to her and motioned for her to sit down next to him. They had at one time been closer than maple on the summer trees. She frowned, slightly embarrassed for the scene she had caused, and yet she knew she had done the right thing.
“I am sorry my sweet Belle, I know you wanted to marry for love,” His features contorted with a painful memory, “But look at it this way… when that person dies you will not have a hole that can never be filled.” His tired eyes gazed upon the dark horizon, “I loved your mother more than life, and if I did not have you I would have died with her. My precious Belle,” He smiled and wrapped her up in his arms. Her anger faded as she cried softly against his chest. He was her father, and she loved him.
“I understand Papa. I miss her too. I can still remember the smell of roses that seemed to follow her where ever she went. The people loved her,” Her fingers gently braced themselves against his chest to push herself away.
“You also carry the smell of roses Belle. That is why you were always called the French Rose growing up. Our people need us Princess Belle. You will make a fine Queen, just like your mother.” He choked on his words for a moment before putting on a mask of courage and bravery. Belle smiled sweetly and followed her father into the other room where his generals frantically scattered all over the map that laid on the oak hued table.
“Your Highness, and Princess Belle. We heard that you have summoned the Dark One….” The lead general paused for a moment obviously trying to select his words carefully, “Should we set more guards up outside?”
Before her father could speak Belle took her rightful place as a leader and spoke up.
“No. My father had nothing to do with it. I, as your future Queen, made the call to summon him. He is our only hope. Our people die all across the land because of these wars. No price for his protection is too much at this point. We have to fight darkness with darkness.”
“Well where is he then? I thought he came as soon as his name was spoken?” Another guard begged. She could see the desperation in their eyes as she looked around the room. She knew at that moment in time that whatever price she had to pay would be worth it.
Belle wondered the same thing as her gaze intently focused on the door, where was he? She did not know the kind of power he possessed, just what she had read in books, and that had failed to capture his true abilities. She had summoned the living Devil himself into her life. The screams of her people kept her committed to her resolve, and the cries for death only became louder. The anticipation might as well have been the death of her.
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