Post by Belladonna Langley on Sept 19, 2009 1:44:35 GMT -8
NAME: belladonna rosalyn langley
AGE: 28
SEX: female
EYE COLOR: green
BODY TYPE: 'delicate'--at least that's what others say
HEIGHT: five foot seven
WEIGHT: 139bs
SIDE: she is undecided
OCCUPATION: she's the daughter of a wealthy noble, she doesn't need an occupation
WEAPON: ladies supposedly have no need for weapons
bella is, often, described as a delicate creature. she is slender and fairly well filled out--you know, if you could tell beneath the many layers of clothing sophisticated women wear. as it is a corset already pushes up and creates a woman's chest, so who's to say she really has much of a figure at all? regardless, belladonna has that sort of exotic kind of beauty, mostly taken from her hair-color, which is a rarity among women. her blonde locks fall just short of her middle back and she is without bangs, but that's relatively normal. because she likes to be out in the sun, belladonna does have a tanned complexion--her father often chastises her for not wearing a hat out in the caribbean sun. she is not without her flaws and she does have a scar on her leg from a nasty incident aboard a vessel she was not suppose to be playing on in her younger years. standing at five foot seven she is actually rather tall for a woman, which has gotten her some flack about her little circle of high-class friends. her green eyes are also a rarity, but she gets them from her very irish mother. despite being seen as 'delicate' and rather flower-like, bella is a lot stronger than most people give her credit for. though it is improper for ladies to be anything but little flowers. she has very prominent, aristocratic features (at least that's what they're called) which include a defined nose and chin, but these are evened out by her rather smooth cheekbones.
well, belladonna is definitely not your average female. but pretty much everyone knows that. she has a bit of a reputation around port royal and this is mostly why no man has taken a stab at taming this shrew. she's very opinionated, first off. and yes, that is frowned upon. bella has a mind of her own and she is not afraid to speak it--ever. this puts her at odds with most of the men around her, for no man wants an opinionated woman, right? right. some of the women also finger her a bit intimidating because bella is so sure of herself. well, to the public eye she is sure of herself, she can be just as insecure as the next person when the mood strikes. but bella likes to think of herself as a woman 'of the future' as she says. her mentality is, indeed, somewhat ahead of the times. more than that, belladonna is independent to a fault. she seems uninterested in getting married and having a family and, instead, she wants to focus on herself and what she could be doing for society. that being said bella is also rather helpful...in her own way.
belladonna has acquired her father's stubborn attitude. getting bella to budge on anything she has a firm belief in is like trying to move an elephant with just your bare hands. if she thinks something is worth doing, or right, then she's going to make sure it gets done even behind others' backs. not that she thinks she's always right, but when she knows he's right, then you can be damn sure the subject won't drop until you admit you're wrong. other than that, she doesn't often take 'no' for an answer when he wants something strongly enough. if she wants it; she'll get it.
despite being a bit standoffish, belladonna does have this charismatic air about her. she knows when to be charming and lay it on thick. she's been known to influence people by sheer force of her personality alone. bella isn't always a stubborn woman and, in fact, she's quite nice when you get past the fact she's a little bit of a sneak. yeah, belladonna happens to like to sneak around her father and his constricting gaze and do things that would definitely not be proper--like hanging out by the docks all the time, or wandering out of town and into the jungle. she's an adventurous spirit, just like her late mother, and she wishes that she could go out to sea and view the world.
ok so, most people wouldn't think it to look at her, but belladonna is a romantic. she, of course, wants that one person who's going to understand her completely, and let her be herself, but she's not holding her breath on it. in fact, she is somewhat wary around men, and she is very critical when one shows interest in her to begin with. most would contest that she's just a shrew and will wind up an old maid--or already is one. belladonna is not the type of person to ever talk about her personal life and any problems she has, she keeps buried deep inside her own head. she'd rather not plague people with her problems.
in order to understand the whole story you'd have to know the back-story. mary met arthur in london, england on a rather frightfully stormy day. the man was a wealthy aristocrat, a noble, having acquired his father's money and estate after his passing. well, love at first sight struck the young man as soon as he laid eyes on the young woman that resided at the convent. because she had not yet been sworn into the lifestyle, merely resided in the convent, she was allowed to go through the courtship. however, mary was not so swayed by the man's charms but there was something about the young man that she couldn't give up on. after a two year courting period they were married. mary's parents were thrilled that their daughter was marrying someone that could easily provide for her. and, let's face it, they were the perfect match. from there they moved to the caribbean, settling in the lovely town of port royal--on the waterfront, which mary enjoyed, since she had an affinity for the sea.
the two bore a son first, someone to take on the family name, and they were thrilled. giving the boy the name of mandrake briar langley--maybe odd for the time, but mary had always been interested in exotic plants--and he was their pride and joy. imagine their excitement when they found they were expecting a second child? drake was four when their second child was born--a bright-eyed dazzling little baby girl. given the name of belladonna rosalyn langley, yet after more plants that mary found charming. life went on slowly for the couple and their children, until belladonna turned ten. she's still fuzzy on the details herself, but presumably, during a pirate raid on port royal, her mother was kidnapped, assaulted, and found dead some hours after the incident. it devastated the girl to the point where she refused to speak for some years. then it was like a life turn-around when drake entered the navy.
bella's entire personality seemed to change at the age of fifteen and she became an out-going, almost rebellious young woman. arthur couldn't really explain his daughter's strange attitude shift, but it was a little better than the introvert she had been for a few years. over the years bella has grown into her personality, changed for the better, then for the worse, than acquired a happy medium. she has not seen her brother in years, and remains a little emotionally distant from her father. all in all, however, she lives a normal life of sophistication in port royal.
RP EXAMPLE
TAKEN FROM ROSEATE SPIRES
Bella wouldn't really say that Angelo was full of surprises, nor was he terribly spontaneous. Which was fine, she didn't really like that anyway. She always preferred someone who knew what they were going to do and when, though sometimes a break in the monotony was welcome. But this was the biggest break in Angelo's monotony ever she thought. All at her suggestion as well. Then again, she was used to the guys she dated listening to her and the blonde always did command some sort of authority when she dated someone. Of course she'd always let said boyfriend think they were completely in control. Women everywhere had been doing it since the dawn of time, secretly working their thoughts and opinions into mens minds from the sidelines. That made her think a little bit of Lysistrata and how she gathered all the wives of men at war and had them rebel against their husbands.
But anyway, Belladonna had been expecting to just hang out in the room, watch a movie, sit and cuddle--which she liked, by the way--and then sleep before dawn approached. She was pleasantly surprised when Angelo had suggested something of a romantic dinner down in the hotel's restaurant. Well hey, she was down for that! In a way Bella just loved showing herself off and showing off her boyfriend to the stupid women that were floating around. Granted, she was getting most of the attention around here, but she'd spotted a few women--closer to Angelo's age most likely--eyeing him up and that wasn't happening. No way in hell. If he was jealous of all the men around her, openly giving her attention, then she was twice as jealous about the women leering in a covert fashion. Bella wasn't particularly possessive, but god help anyone that chose to hit on him while she was around.
It had taken far less time for Angelo to get ready than Bella. Not only because he was a man and, for some reason unknown to scientists everywhere, they were ready in five minutes at least--more if they wanted to be extra stylish. Belladonna, on the other hand, was trying her best to look absolutely amazing. Normally the blonde didn't have any self-esteem issues, but tonight she was in the mood to be nothing short of stunning. She was eighteen now but it seemed that most people still treated her like a little kid, especially her brother, who most of the time gave her no choice in any matter. You know, because she couldn't have input because he was always having 'big people talks'. Fuck that, she was smarter than he was anyway.
Oleander snorted and lay about her bed in the room as she shimmied into a tight, curve-hugging, black dress. Turning around she demanded he zipper it up and the man sighed, doing as he was commanded. Smoothing down the fabric, the blonde bounced off to the bathroom to do her make-up and fix her hair obsessively. Oleander remained on the bed, plucking through her purse and making room for his little marten self. When he heard her spritzing perfume, Oleander shifted back to four legs and slunk inside her bag. Poking his head out, he watched as Bella wandered back to the bed and slipped into her black heels. Well, she did look infinitely more grown up than before, but Oleander wasn't sure he liked that--not because she looked more mature, but because he thought her happy-go-lucky, childishly innocent look was more appealing. She looked sweeter. Like this, she looked like one of those women that would steal your husband.
Frowning at him, she crossed her arms, "That's an awful thing to think...I wouldn't take someone's husband. Or boyfriend. Now let's go."
Snatching the bag she left the room and headed towards the elevator. Ignoring people on her way to the restaurant, Bella's heels clicked on the tiled floor before going silent on the rich red carpeting. The Maitre'de pointed out her table but mentioned her companion had ventured off to the bar and she was free to seek him out. Smiling and nodding her head, Bella pushed a slightly curled blonde lock from her shoulder, wandering her way around the horseshoe shaped bar. Ha, even the bar was classy. Glancing around Belladonna almost missed Angelo...and she almost missed him because...that wasn't herself that was nearly plastering her body against him. The offending female was tall, probably nearing five foot eight (which was definitely tall compared to Bella's five foot one), with long blonde hair down to her waist, a tight blood-red dress that clung to all her curves, and legs that went on for fucking ever.
The small human froze immediately. What was that stupid slut doing? At first there was confusion and jealousy then, when she didn't see Angelo pushing the woman away, hurt and serious anger. Honestly, she felt like curling up and dying. This woman was ten times prettier than herself, taller and more voluptuous, and the snake that hung around her neck like a necklace was equally as gorgeous with scales that shimmered in the artificial light. Bella felt her stomach drop, knew that her face had gone terribly pale, and the sharp sting of hurt stung the back of her throat, triggering on tears that didn't yet have enough conviction to fall. Why wasn't he pushing her away? Why wasn't he doing what Bella had done all vacation long? Better yet, why couldn't she do anything but stand there in betrayed shock with her eyes wide?
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