Post by Brooklyn Belle on Aug 24, 2009 13:49:11 GMT -8
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NAME: Brooklyn Belle
AGE:22
SEX: female
EYE COLOR: green
BODY TYPE:Curvaceous/taught
HEIGHT:5'8"
WEIGHT: 128 lbs
SIDE: pirate
OCCUPATION: Captain | Barmaid | Pirate | civilian
WEAPON:| Gun |Knives |
Brooklyn Belle has no problem turning heads when she wishes to. Petite with just the right amount of meat on her bones, Belle stands at 5'8" and carries herself well. With an oval shaped face, the proportions of her facial features line up just right. Her nose is sharp and small leading the observer right down to her small pouted lips, rich in both color and shape. Her eyes are almond shaped and her eye color is green. She has long, dark eyelashes that have somewhat of a natural curl to them. Just below her left eye, Belle has a small beauty mark. Her hair is naturally a rich brunette and falls in natural 'waves' to her lower upper back. She never lets her hair get any longer than that.
Her body is lean but she isn't overly skinny. Belle has nice curves and nicely shaped breasts. Her chest is a happy medium (34 B). Belle hardly slouches unless its necessary. She keeps her spine straight and back arched just so. Her waist is flattering and slim and flares out into round hips. Brooklyn Belle generally sticks to simple dress wear but has been known to wear both extremely fancy attire as well as clothes that would be considered pirate worthy. She wears no jewelery. Her footwear is either boots with small heels or boots with larger heels. Her hair is worn both up and down but never half of either. She wears minimum face coverage, just a light blush. Her skin is slightly toned from the sun and her complexion is a medium olive.
Brooklyn is a very sensual person. She likes to share a connection with the people she holds dear to her. She is a very loyal friend but a very cunning enemy. Brooklyn in general is a relaxed woman. She enjoys spending time in the company of others just as much as she enjoys time to herself. She can get rather grumpy and gloopy fast and doesn't tolerate people who tend to be annoying well. Brooklyn is very good at 'numbing' out emotions and hiding her problems. She is a very private individual who likes personal things to remain personal until she is comfortable with presenting such things.
Brooklyn is rather open minded for the most part and doesn't think too much about any one thing in particular. She can become opinionated like many others but mainly when she argues, its because she is too stubborn to give up. That being said, Brooklyn Belle is a head strong person. She is able to hold her tongue but if the right situation strikes, she will attempt to make her thoughts heard. Brooklyn is a caring person by nature and always feels like she is the mother hen when it comes to her friends. She always has an ear out for gossip, trouble, and for those who just need to talk to someone. Brooklyn has her greedy and selfish side too though. Don't be fooled by her looks and sweet smile for, like any woman, she can deliver. She has her limits when it comes to taking others crap and sometimes just can't tolerate being the shoulder every second.
All in all, Brooklyn is a very well rounded individual who is capable of standing up for herself, helping others, providing a sophisticated argument, and enjoys having fun while she can.
Born to a Black coat and his wife Marionette, Brooklyn Belle should have had the life of that of any daughter of the ETICo. However, shortly after her birth (approx. 7 years) her father, Percy Witford Belle, had been selected to sail to Port Royal in the Caribbean. The young girl, eight by the time of arrival, was just as proper as any other child of privilege. The time in which she called Port Royal her home was short for, having moved up in rank and trust, Brooklyn's father was recruited to another island; Greenford. It was new and hardly inhabited. Now twelve years old, Brooklyn began to call Greenford home. However, with the island being so new to the Navy, the EITCo was unaware at the time of just how popular the island was with the local pirates. Used as a frequent docking place, as the islands colony began to build up, greedy eyes feel upon the goods that were being brought over.
Not even three years since the Belle's had lived here peacefully, the town was under siege. On her way home from the center of the port, Brooklyn was riding in a carriage with her personal maid and the stagecoach. Unaware of the attack on the town, Brooklyn was caught off guard when the carriage came to a stop. Curious, she opened the door of the coach and looked around. She didn't understand why she was stopped. They weren't anywhere near home yet; at least a mile away. Maid Meredith insisted that the young mistress get back inside the coach with her but she paid no heed, insisting that she was just fine. Once completely out of the coach, Brooklyn walked around her transportation intent on asking Gerrard what the hold up was. Holding her cream colored dress above the ground, Brooklyn marched up to the front of the carriage. But, her footsteps faltered when she saw no one. Letting go of her dress, Brooklyn was about to call out for her driver when a pair of dirty hands clamped over her mouth and then, her world went black. Lady Brooklyn Belle had been taken by pirates.
Now Seven years since the kidnapping, Brooklyn Belle had been forced to put her past life behind her in order to survive in a harsh and different world. Taking up the life of a pirate was the only choice Brooklyn had been given. She had been sold to a brothel but was then given to a tavern owner who stationed her as a barmaid until she finally left the small safety that the tavern had to offer. Since then, Brooklyn has taken up the life portraying any side she wished but in the end, always come back to the ways of a pirate.
RP EXAMPLE
from an old character of mine
Amaya O' Hierlihy walked cautiously down the cobble stone hallway. She could hear an instrumental serenade being played from the level above. That's where the ballroom was. Amaya looked over at the stairs that led up to the grand place but looked down walking past them. She felt silly for coming here tonight. Not only had she not had an escort, she doubted anyone would dance with her here. Her father would have danced with her if he was here, or her husband if she had been betrothed in earlier years. No, maybe the reason she had come here had escaped her mind after the nervous had gotten to her. When she had made her entrance, everyone had looked up to her. They smiled and bowed but did not remember her last name. The O'Hierlihy's had been long forgotten since that fateful night, and their legacy along with it. Their name had once been one of the greatest in all the Caribbean and Europe but now, Amaya was just like everyone else. Well, maybe she wasn't like everyone else at all. Amaya was lost. Amaya was lonely. Amaya was dead. Amaya wasn't even her real name.
Anneliese O'Hierlihy was her birth name. She had forgotten that name so long ago. Why she remembered it all of a sudden was beyond her knowledge. Anneliese ....How had her name gone from such a feminine way to Amaya, and then to well that horrid last name she had given herself? Anneliese shook her head, it was a fine name she supposed. Perhaps she should go by that now. after all, she had given up piracy. What a thing to think about when she was at a ball. No, actually, she wasn't at the ball, Anneliese found that she had stumbled upon the gardens. Releasing the crimson fabric from her right hand, Anneliese rested it on one of the white marble pillars that sat on the porch. Looking behind her, Anneliese 's green eyes scanned the path in which she had taken. she watched as new people where introduced and hands clapped for them the same way they had for her. She watched as people made a B-line right for the grand staircase. turning away, Anneliese looked out into the gardens. the only light that showed her the green path was that from the blue moon. A slight breeze picked up and blew over the young woman. She closed her eyes and let it bathe her before it passed. Taking a tentative step forward, Amaya (Annelise) stepped into the lush garden.
A small shiver passed through her body but it passed all to quickly. Looking ahead of what was before her, Annelise found that there was a fountain that sprang up in the paths center. Annelise was drawn to it. For what reason, only god knew for she did not. Reaching the fountain, the pool of water that was only disturbed by the wind, sparkled. Dropping to her knees, Annelise looked into the water. what she saw confused her. Her was a girl who had been through so much , and yet still failed to know who she was. Looking at her own reflection, Amaya looked over herself. She was beautiful tonight she supposed. Her dress was crimson in color and embedded with gold down her corset and down the sides of her dress. Around her neck, a ruby necklace hung, illuminated by the moons soft caress. Her hair was tousled from the breezes that would not leave her alone. Her thick and wavy hair was stacked high on top of her head with only a small gold hairpin to hold it in its place. The hairpin was beautiful in it's self. It had been her mothers. It the shape of an orange slice, and about that same size. It's border consisted of small diamonds that did need to be re shinned. However, it wasn't the diamonds that had brought Annelise to wear the delicate thing, no, it was the was stone in it's center that took her breath away. the stone itself was a green gem with flakes of opal mixed in. Opal was her birth stone and green she loved oh so much. Her mother's eyes had been the same deep green that the gem possessed. Perhaps it was because of that Annelise always held it dear. In her left hand, Annelise held the mask she had brought to the ball. just like her dress, the mask was a combination of gold and crimson. It was a very elaborate mask even if it had no feathers or things hanging off of it's edges. To Annelise, the more simple things were, the more beautiful they became. Sighing, Amaya took a white glove from her hand and slapped the water with her hand.
getting up from the fountain, Annelise fled from it. She didn't want to see herself. She had come here thinking that she would have a good time but now, perhaps she should just leave. With nobody on her arm, Annelise sunk onto a small marble bench that sat under a low tree. Thinking she was alone, Amaya sighed out loud...
"Does anyone else know how this feels?"
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