Post by Belle on Nov 21, 2011 1:24:25 GMT -5
Name: Belle Dechanse
Age: 20
Species: Human
Place of Origin (what movie or story did they come from?): Beauty and the Beast - France
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Strengths/Abilities:
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Likes:
- Adventure
- Reading
- Romance
- Being taken seriously
- Animals, especially her horse.
Dislikes:
- Piggish men
- Disrespect
- Bossiness
- Confinement
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Fears:
RP Sample:
Adam’s eyes shot open, it was only a dream… He glanced around the pitch dark…room, was it? He smoothed his hands on the surface beneath him, it was rough, very solid, he identified it as some sort of brick. With a little heave, he propped himself up, his head throbbed and back ached. He took a deep breath, knowing he must get up an examine this peculiar situation.
There were large squares made of paper to his right. Some were sealed with a slick sheet, while others were open, displaying stuffed heads of unknown creatures. Behind him stood a large coat rack. However, it was unlike anyone he’d ever seen before. Instead of a tall post with a few pegs at the top, it was made of two vertical posts, and one connecting the two at the top. From said post, there were at least ten dresses hanging. He studied them closely, but was unable to identify them as Belle’s.
For such a large room, there seemed to only be one light source, (if you could even call it that): a stained glass window at the top of a cathedral ceiling. It revealed nothing down at Adam’s level, but gave hope for a sunny disposition outside of this…cellar, possibly? He stepped wearily, unaware of what he may hit. The further he went, the emptier the space became, and right as he thought he reached the end, his foot slipped down a step. Cautiously, Adam made his way down a flimsy wooden staircase that, until this moment, had been completely out of sight. The stairwell was long and winding and it became blatantly obvious it hadn’t been used in ages. He swiped cobwebs out of his face, wiped dust from the handrails onto his pants, and sneezed much more than necessary. When he reached the final step, he took a deep breath, unsure of where to go from here, considering it had dropped him off in a space the size of a broom closet.
Closet.. he thought, as he jiggled a knob on the wall. With a light shove, the wall gave and dust swooned and waved in the wind. Adam winced, his senses unprepared for the bright sunlight that had just been forced upon him. “Well, I finally made it out of there, didn’t I?” he grinned triumphantly, opening his eyes to…reveal the hallway full of people. It was gorgeously decorated with a mural of a princess, only, it wasn’t painted, nor was it made of stained glass- no, it was made of small shards of pottery..or was it china? His smile quickly faded as he looked around at all the people staring daggers into his soul, “Why…did I say that out loud?” he tried to stifle a laugh or so, but he had no such luck. It wasn’t until this moment that he truly looked at the people surrounding him…what were they wearing? So many foreign objects in their hands as well…the reality of being far from home dawned on him at the exact moment they realized just who he was.
There were large squares made of paper to his right. Some were sealed with a slick sheet, while others were open, displaying stuffed heads of unknown creatures. Behind him stood a large coat rack. However, it was unlike anyone he’d ever seen before. Instead of a tall post with a few pegs at the top, it was made of two vertical posts, and one connecting the two at the top. From said post, there were at least ten dresses hanging. He studied them closely, but was unable to identify them as Belle’s.
For such a large room, there seemed to only be one light source, (if you could even call it that): a stained glass window at the top of a cathedral ceiling. It revealed nothing down at Adam’s level, but gave hope for a sunny disposition outside of this…cellar, possibly? He stepped wearily, unaware of what he may hit. The further he went, the emptier the space became, and right as he thought he reached the end, his foot slipped down a step. Cautiously, Adam made his way down a flimsy wooden staircase that, until this moment, had been completely out of sight. The stairwell was long and winding and it became blatantly obvious it hadn’t been used in ages. He swiped cobwebs out of his face, wiped dust from the handrails onto his pants, and sneezed much more than necessary. When he reached the final step, he took a deep breath, unsure of where to go from here, considering it had dropped him off in a space the size of a broom closet.
Closet.. he thought, as he jiggled a knob on the wall. With a light shove, the wall gave and dust swooned and waved in the wind. Adam winced, his senses unprepared for the bright sunlight that had just been forced upon him. “Well, I finally made it out of there, didn’t I?” he grinned triumphantly, opening his eyes to…reveal the hallway full of people. It was gorgeously decorated with a mural of a princess, only, it wasn’t painted, nor was it made of stained glass- no, it was made of small shards of pottery..or was it china? His smile quickly faded as he looked around at all the people staring daggers into his soul, “Why…did I say that out loud?” he tried to stifle a laugh or so, but he had no such luck. It wasn’t until this moment that he truly looked at the people surrounding him…what were they wearing? So many foreign objects in their hands as well…the reality of being far from home dawned on him at the exact moment they realized just who he was.
- From W.O.D. post