Post by Beillahn on Jan 23, 2019 22:21:40 GMT
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Beillahn is an attractive girl, bearing a curvy, 5'4" frame capped off with silken, raven hair. She enjoys playing with her appearance, changing the style of her hair and her dress frequently, such that it is rare to ever see her in the same outfit more than a few times a month. Following that trend, her eyes uniquely fluctuate in response to her dust usage and Aura, changing color either at her will or with her emotions. Soft features, pouty lips, a moderate bust, and the typical fit-and-firm body of an active Huntsman round out an appearance that visibly has had been given much care.
Positive traits: Innocent — Lively — Adventurous — Crafty — Ingenious — Saucy
Negative traits: Sadistic — Dissolute — Cunning — Shrewd — Jaded — Volatile
Beillahn was born as a home birth. Her mother's contractions woke the woman up at night, and with no time to rush to the hospital, Beillahn was born in a bathtub in front of her father and older brother. The strange location of her birth led to a complication; it was found that the umbilical cord had wrapped about her neck, and as such her first moments were very tenuous and oxygen-deprived. She lived, and subsequent medical attention confirmed that the oxygen deprivation had had no obvious or lasting effects.
It was very early in her youth that Beillahn found out that she was to grow into quite the beauty some day. Her father was always particularly appreciative of her appearance, even going so far as to teach her how to maintain her beauty before her mother ever had the chance to do so. He taught Beillahn how to look just like mommy, instructing her on how to put her hair up in curls, apply light make-up to accentuate her natural, youthful splendor, and how to walk and talk to make it all pop! with just the right amount of pizzazz.
Beillahn grew very close to her father. Her mother traveled for work, so when Beillahn's father was left lonely in an empty bed, she would fill her mother's shoes for a few days and spend those nights curled up with daddy to keep him company.
Because of the circumstances of her birth, her medical attention over the years had been fairly extensive. During a routine physical near her pubescent years, a doctor took notice of her physical condition and recommended a follow-up appointment with a different kind of doctor. The psychiatric doctor she met with asked her a great many questions, and those questions led to uncomfortable conversations.
Beillahn brought the results of that conversation up to her parents. They were not quite so close after that. Warm embraces became cold grasps; quiet giggles shared at night became shrill and pained; and her father's breath seemed to permanently take on the stale smell of alcohol. Beillahn and her mother began to spend more time together, a result of her mother's job bringing her closer to home. They found that their father was less inclined to bother them if they were together, though over time even that was written off. The three of them would spend most evenings together into Beillahn's early teens.
Felicia Dunwall. Beillahn's only source of respite over the years was her best friend and the escapes she could make to go spend a few nights away from home. For a long time, Beillahn kept quiet, but as their friendship grew, Felicia became more and more aware of Beillahn's ways and eventually dragged it out of her. A night full of tears and spewed words saw Felicia learning everything that had happened over the last ten years of Beillahn's life. Outrage mixed with sympathy and pain, and Beillahn found herself coming home much later than she had been allowed. She stood on her doorstep for some minutes, sending Felicia a number of anxious messages before finally entering.
Her mother lay on the floor with a number of bruises on her head and exposed chest, many of them centered around her throat, and she was not moving. Beillahn feared the worst, but was accosted by her father before she could flee.
Some minutes, hours, days, weeks—Beillahn lost track of time very quickly as she tried to block it all out—Felicia was there, tackling her father off of Beillahn and throwing the man to the ground. There was a knife, there was screaming, and then there was quiet. Beillahn stood numbly staring at Felicia, knife in hand, straddled over her father's pierced corpse. Something overtook her, and she soon found herself straddled over Felicia, that same knife dripping in her father's blood suspended in both hands above Beillahn's head and angled at Felicia's heart. Minutes, hours, days, weeks... It was some time later that the knife was thrown aside and Beillahn collapsed, grotesquely sobbing into Felicia's chest.
Time passed, memories faded, locations changed. Beillahn found herself in and out of schools all around Remnant, making few friends but accruing great academic achievements. The information that was taught at the schools was soaked up like a sponge; Beillahn's fighting skills were honed sharp by the burning flame of hate in her heart, and she found an affinity for artificing. It was during this period that it was discovered her oxygen-deprived birth had left her with a moderate case of dissociative disorder, allowing her to completely separate her mind from the functions of her emotions and view things with the pure eyes of a mechanic. Constructs came quickly, and soon she began work on her combat frame.
After graduating she disappeared. Her talents and achievements faded into the past, and she was forgotten for many years.
Forgotten until she made the front cover of an affluent magazine sporting only a summer skirt and an array of dust crystals, the cheeky grin on her pinked lips becoming an instant trademark and a smashing success around the world. Her innocent looks and energetic features made her highly sought after for all manner of fashion and beauty companies, and the premiums for her appearances began to climb over the months. She became her own agent, and it became clear that she was not just a pretty face, but also a vicious businesswoman and negotiator. Contracts turned in her favor, and soon there was not a household in Remnant that had not at least seen her face on a magazine stand, television spot, or billboard.
Beillahn Ymmillianna Rorotorinne
Character Application
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Appearance
Beillahn is an attractive girl, bearing a curvy, 5'4" frame capped off with silken, raven hair. She enjoys playing with her appearance, changing the style of her hair and her dress frequently, such that it is rare to ever see her in the same outfit more than a few times a month. Following that trend, her eyes uniquely fluctuate in response to her dust usage and Aura, changing color either at her will or with her emotions. Soft features, pouty lips, a moderate bust, and the typical fit-and-firm body of an active Huntsman round out an appearance that visibly has had been given much care.
Personality
Positive traits: Innocent — Lively — Adventurous — Crafty — Ingenious — Saucy
Negative traits: Sadistic — Dissolute — Cunning — Shrewd — Jaded — Volatile
History
Beillahn was born as a home birth. Her mother's contractions woke the woman up at night, and with no time to rush to the hospital, Beillahn was born in a bathtub in front of her father and older brother. The strange location of her birth led to a complication; it was found that the umbilical cord had wrapped about her neck, and as such her first moments were very tenuous and oxygen-deprived. She lived, and subsequent medical attention confirmed that the oxygen deprivation had had no obvious or lasting effects.
It was very early in her youth that Beillahn found out that she was to grow into quite the beauty some day. Her father was always particularly appreciative of her appearance, even going so far as to teach her how to maintain her beauty before her mother ever had the chance to do so. He taught Beillahn how to look just like mommy, instructing her on how to put her hair up in curls, apply light make-up to accentuate her natural, youthful splendor, and how to walk and talk to make it all pop! with just the right amount of pizzazz.
Beillahn grew very close to her father. Her mother traveled for work, so when Beillahn's father was left lonely in an empty bed, she would fill her mother's shoes for a few days and spend those nights curled up with daddy to keep him company.
Because of the circumstances of her birth, her medical attention over the years had been fairly extensive. During a routine physical near her pubescent years, a doctor took notice of her physical condition and recommended a follow-up appointment with a different kind of doctor. The psychiatric doctor she met with asked her a great many questions, and those questions led to uncomfortable conversations.
Beillahn brought the results of that conversation up to her parents. They were not quite so close after that. Warm embraces became cold grasps; quiet giggles shared at night became shrill and pained; and her father's breath seemed to permanently take on the stale smell of alcohol. Beillahn and her mother began to spend more time together, a result of her mother's job bringing her closer to home. They found that their father was less inclined to bother them if they were together, though over time even that was written off. The three of them would spend most evenings together into Beillahn's early teens.
Felicia Dunwall. Beillahn's only source of respite over the years was her best friend and the escapes she could make to go spend a few nights away from home. For a long time, Beillahn kept quiet, but as their friendship grew, Felicia became more and more aware of Beillahn's ways and eventually dragged it out of her. A night full of tears and spewed words saw Felicia learning everything that had happened over the last ten years of Beillahn's life. Outrage mixed with sympathy and pain, and Beillahn found herself coming home much later than she had been allowed. She stood on her doorstep for some minutes, sending Felicia a number of anxious messages before finally entering.
Her mother lay on the floor with a number of bruises on her head and exposed chest, many of them centered around her throat, and she was not moving. Beillahn feared the worst, but was accosted by her father before she could flee.
Some minutes, hours, days, weeks—Beillahn lost track of time very quickly as she tried to block it all out—Felicia was there, tackling her father off of Beillahn and throwing the man to the ground. There was a knife, there was screaming, and then there was quiet. Beillahn stood numbly staring at Felicia, knife in hand, straddled over her father's pierced corpse. Something overtook her, and she soon found herself straddled over Felicia, that same knife dripping in her father's blood suspended in both hands above Beillahn's head and angled at Felicia's heart. Minutes, hours, days, weeks... It was some time later that the knife was thrown aside and Beillahn collapsed, grotesquely sobbing into Felicia's chest.
Time passed, memories faded, locations changed. Beillahn found herself in and out of schools all around Remnant, making few friends but accruing great academic achievements. The information that was taught at the schools was soaked up like a sponge; Beillahn's fighting skills were honed sharp by the burning flame of hate in her heart, and she found an affinity for artificing. It was during this period that it was discovered her oxygen-deprived birth had left her with a moderate case of dissociative disorder, allowing her to completely separate her mind from the functions of her emotions and view things with the pure eyes of a mechanic. Constructs came quickly, and soon she began work on her combat frame.
After graduating she disappeared. Her talents and achievements faded into the past, and she was forgotten for many years.
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Forgotten, but not gone. Beillahn's disappearance into the mundanities of the world came during the startup of her career as a model, when she decided to put her good looks and charm to work. A fated meeting saw her first take up involvement as a trader for the White Fang, but this partnership was quickly dissolved after decided that that was not a connection she wanted to keep. Those contacts were severed, but distrust carried her further; those contacts disappeared from the world soon thereafter.
That world had been revealed to her, now, though, and she found herself wanting more. The banalities of the overworld began to grate on her, and she found it was the underworld she craved. Her talents, sociability, shrewdness, boldness, and ruthlessness carried her far into that field, running all manners of trade deals with all sorts of underground organizations. Regardless of the transaction, she always went to brutal lengths to make sure she was never connected to the deals, taking up the pseudonym "Heiress" at the outset of her career. Heiress was a businesswoman, a charmer, and deal maker. Her talents were sought after, her services desirable, and her power grew.
Forgotten, but not gone. Beillahn's disappearance into the mundanities of the world came during the startup of her career as a model, when she decided to put her good looks and charm to work. A fated meeting saw her first take up involvement as a trader for the White Fang, but this partnership was quickly dissolved after decided that that was not a connection she wanted to keep. Those contacts were severed, but distrust carried her further; those contacts disappeared from the world soon thereafter.
That world had been revealed to her, now, though, and she found herself wanting more. The banalities of the overworld began to grate on her, and she found it was the underworld she craved. Her talents, sociability, shrewdness, boldness, and ruthlessness carried her far into that field, running all manners of trade deals with all sorts of underground organizations. Regardless of the transaction, she always went to brutal lengths to make sure she was never connected to the deals, taking up the pseudonym "Heiress" at the outset of her career. Heiress was a businesswoman, a charmer, and deal maker. Her talents were sought after, her services desirable, and her power grew.
Forgotten until she made the front cover of an affluent magazine sporting only a summer skirt and an array of dust crystals, the cheeky grin on her pinked lips becoming an instant trademark and a smashing success around the world. Her innocent looks and energetic features made her highly sought after for all manner of fashion and beauty companies, and the premiums for her appearances began to climb over the months. She became her own agent, and it became clear that she was not just a pretty face, but also a vicious businesswoman and negotiator. Contracts turned in her favor, and soon there was not a household in Remnant that had not at least seen her face on a magazine stand, television spot, or billboard.
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