Post by Bella Veleno on Aug 27, 2006 10:17:01 GMT
Name: Bella Veleno
Age: 18
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: The Empress
Title/Job Regular pirate!!!
Personal History:(at least two paragraphs)
As a young child, Bella Corallo benefited from an incredible wealth. Not only was she surrounded by love from her vast Italian family, but she was also showered with gifts and money. Her father had made his fortune in the jewellery business, and so more often than not, Bella was presented with her own special piece of treasure; a gold necklace, entwined with silver and garnets, or perhaps a ring, shaped into a writhing dragon which twisted its way round her finger. Perhaps though, her most treasured piece of all was a bandana, the material was red and white, but dangling from it were the most exquisite jewels and beads ever beheld to human eye. She carried it with her everywhere, slipped neatly and discreetly into her dress pocket. She told no one, but the thought that it was with Bella wherever she went was her greatest comfort.
Bella, just like any blossoming young lady, was returning from a night out with a group of her closest friends. In a moment of jest, Figo, one of her companions, began tickling her, she laughed manically and fun ensued. However, whilst tickling, Figo’s hand had fallen upon the bandana, and unable to resist the temptation, he quietly withdrew it from Bella’s pocket and tucked it inside his jacket. All was well, until Bella returned home. As she undressed, she moved to pat her bandana, a nightly tradition; panic slowly welled up inside her as she found it was not there. A small memory fluttered across her memory, an image of Figo, whipping a piece of red fabric around, glinting in the sort moonlight. Suddenly, a huge wave of anger washed over Bella. She roared, her rage echoing out into the night. Before anyone had time to reach her, she had leapt from her ground floor window, petticoat billowing in the breeze and fled to Figo’s abode. Tears pouring down her face, she knew not what she was going to do, but she was so consumed by fury that her brain bought her no reasoning.
Nobody knows exactly what happened that night, all that is for sure is that Figo was found dead at his door, his neck severed, and a smashed glass bottle laying beside him. Bella slept rough, the Italian nights were warm, but her senses felt nothing. In the morning, bedraggled and tired, she returned home; her family, who had heard of Figo’s untimely death, linked the disappearance of their daughter and the murder of one of her best friends. Bella begged for forgiveness, but her family were good folk, the law and their holy mother guided them. The could not house such a fiendish character, and although it tore their hearts, Bella’s family shut the door on her.
Bella did not find it hard to fit in with a gang of rogues, and immediately found her place, scavenging and stealing. Upon leaving her parents, she changed her surname to Veleno, the English translation is ‘venom’. She spent 6 months parading the streets at night, and made reasonable money committing many villainous crimes, but she yearned for something else; excitement, freedom. So she joined the pirates.
Appearance: You may find it hard to understand how quickly the pirates accepted her, but pirates are a typical lot in more ways than one. It is likely that their willingness to take Bella Veleno on was fuelled by a deep lust for her. Bella was, after all, a stunning looking young lady.
Her black hair, which cascaded down her back in voluptuous waves, framed a delicate face. Her treasured bandana, which was retrieved from Figo, was perched jauntily on he head; although it was scruffy and weather worn, it was as impressive as ever. Her dark olive skin seemed to glow, and although after a few years at sea, the salt extinguished the glow, he skin remained smooth and young. Her features were delicate; bright pink rosebud lips, a long yet soft nose, high, rounded cheekbones, and then there were her eyes. Her eyes were round as saucers, and black as night, but there was an edge. They drew you in, dolefully, and then spat you straight back out again.
Her skin was beautiful, unwounded by scars; a deep brown in all of it’s summer glory. Her hands and feet told a different tale though. After spending so long bare foot on the street, the soles of her feet were worn and calloused, as were hands, which had suffered from their constant exposure to the outdoors.
She had a tiny frame, little different from a young girl of 10, and her baggy clothes swamped her. A little unsuitable for a life full of battles and struggles one may think. But think again. That hardness, that edge of her glare that I spoke of earlier, told you that she was not to be messed with. She was light, so she was quick, and could out pace even the most accomplished of pirates.
Picture:
www.bebo.com/PhotoAlbumBig.jsp?PhotoAlbumId=468950747&PhotoId=1237528317
Personality: Bought up well, by good, god fearing parents, Bella possesses the foundings of good manners. She says her pleases’ and her ‘thank yous’, and can pull off quite a good impression that she is on the whole a well-behaved, normal teenage girl. But there has always been more to her; her tantrums, even as a toddler, were more ferocious than those of any normal child. There was an inner rage, bubbling under the surface at all times, which would explode suddenly, and lead her towards drastic actions. Her time spent on the street, made her all the harder. Willing to steal, injure, and even kill to get her prize.
But she does still have a heart; she regards those close to her as people who will be there for life. Despite all of her terrible antics and volatile personality, she keeps these under wraps for those who mean a lot to her. This does mean, though, that she is quite vulnerable. Many a time has someone taken her under their wing, only to betray her. She fights back of course, and a fair few times she wins, but all of these false friends have taken their toll. She is suspicious, and guarded, and it can take years for people to earn her respect and trust.
She is determined to prove to the world that she can be what she wants to be. But she has a sense of humour, those around her are often left rolling around on the floor, chortling hysterically at her sarcastic comments. She’s fun to be around, but a feisty fighter. You never know quite what you’re getting with Bella.
Likes: Freedom, adventure and a good laugh. She’s also quite fond of a good, blood thirsty battle or two.
Dislikes: People who betray her, show offs with no reason to show off, brussel sprouts.
Sample R.P: (at least two paragraphs)
Bella waded through the bilges, cursing and swearing, as the rat ridden water billowed under her shirt. A foul stench rose up to meet her nose; she gagged. The boat lurched violently as a huge wave hurled itself at the ship. She kept her footing with ease, but a huge wash of water flung itself over her head, she emerged, dripping and scowling, much like a drowned rat. She flicked her hair from her face, and, cursing harder than ever, continued forwards. It was the first time anyone had tried communicating with the prisoner; Bella had volunteered, eager to get in the Captain’s good books. She was also ignorant of the state of the bilges, never having ventured down there before.
She stopped as she reached a sodden lump crouching on a slightly raised platform; the platform was surrounded by a strong wall of wrought iron bars, which loomed threateningly over the hostage. Bella cast her eyes quickly over the quivering wreck of a man. His clothes seemed to have once been a deep blue, but were now stained a dark green colour from the filthy water he was being forced to reside in. His hair, once, she imagined, a stately blonde colour, was matted and discoloured by the wet; it hung lankly to his shoulders. He wore just a small ragged cloth wrapped around his waist; it was the same material as his jacket, and had clearly been ripped from it for decency.
The figure turned to face Bella, who had stood in silence there for about a minute. She reeled back in horror as her eyes fell upon the tortured face staring back at her. The boy looked about 12 years old; further more, the boy was her brother.
Age: 18
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: The Empress
Title/Job Regular pirate!!!
Personal History:(at least two paragraphs)
As a young child, Bella Corallo benefited from an incredible wealth. Not only was she surrounded by love from her vast Italian family, but she was also showered with gifts and money. Her father had made his fortune in the jewellery business, and so more often than not, Bella was presented with her own special piece of treasure; a gold necklace, entwined with silver and garnets, or perhaps a ring, shaped into a writhing dragon which twisted its way round her finger. Perhaps though, her most treasured piece of all was a bandana, the material was red and white, but dangling from it were the most exquisite jewels and beads ever beheld to human eye. She carried it with her everywhere, slipped neatly and discreetly into her dress pocket. She told no one, but the thought that it was with Bella wherever she went was her greatest comfort.
Bella, just like any blossoming young lady, was returning from a night out with a group of her closest friends. In a moment of jest, Figo, one of her companions, began tickling her, she laughed manically and fun ensued. However, whilst tickling, Figo’s hand had fallen upon the bandana, and unable to resist the temptation, he quietly withdrew it from Bella’s pocket and tucked it inside his jacket. All was well, until Bella returned home. As she undressed, she moved to pat her bandana, a nightly tradition; panic slowly welled up inside her as she found it was not there. A small memory fluttered across her memory, an image of Figo, whipping a piece of red fabric around, glinting in the sort moonlight. Suddenly, a huge wave of anger washed over Bella. She roared, her rage echoing out into the night. Before anyone had time to reach her, she had leapt from her ground floor window, petticoat billowing in the breeze and fled to Figo’s abode. Tears pouring down her face, she knew not what she was going to do, but she was so consumed by fury that her brain bought her no reasoning.
Nobody knows exactly what happened that night, all that is for sure is that Figo was found dead at his door, his neck severed, and a smashed glass bottle laying beside him. Bella slept rough, the Italian nights were warm, but her senses felt nothing. In the morning, bedraggled and tired, she returned home; her family, who had heard of Figo’s untimely death, linked the disappearance of their daughter and the murder of one of her best friends. Bella begged for forgiveness, but her family were good folk, the law and their holy mother guided them. The could not house such a fiendish character, and although it tore their hearts, Bella’s family shut the door on her.
Bella did not find it hard to fit in with a gang of rogues, and immediately found her place, scavenging and stealing. Upon leaving her parents, she changed her surname to Veleno, the English translation is ‘venom’. She spent 6 months parading the streets at night, and made reasonable money committing many villainous crimes, but she yearned for something else; excitement, freedom. So she joined the pirates.
Appearance: You may find it hard to understand how quickly the pirates accepted her, but pirates are a typical lot in more ways than one. It is likely that their willingness to take Bella Veleno on was fuelled by a deep lust for her. Bella was, after all, a stunning looking young lady.
Her black hair, which cascaded down her back in voluptuous waves, framed a delicate face. Her treasured bandana, which was retrieved from Figo, was perched jauntily on he head; although it was scruffy and weather worn, it was as impressive as ever. Her dark olive skin seemed to glow, and although after a few years at sea, the salt extinguished the glow, he skin remained smooth and young. Her features were delicate; bright pink rosebud lips, a long yet soft nose, high, rounded cheekbones, and then there were her eyes. Her eyes were round as saucers, and black as night, but there was an edge. They drew you in, dolefully, and then spat you straight back out again.
Her skin was beautiful, unwounded by scars; a deep brown in all of it’s summer glory. Her hands and feet told a different tale though. After spending so long bare foot on the street, the soles of her feet were worn and calloused, as were hands, which had suffered from their constant exposure to the outdoors.
She had a tiny frame, little different from a young girl of 10, and her baggy clothes swamped her. A little unsuitable for a life full of battles and struggles one may think. But think again. That hardness, that edge of her glare that I spoke of earlier, told you that she was not to be messed with. She was light, so she was quick, and could out pace even the most accomplished of pirates.
Picture:
www.bebo.com/PhotoAlbumBig.jsp?PhotoAlbumId=468950747&PhotoId=1237528317
Personality: Bought up well, by good, god fearing parents, Bella possesses the foundings of good manners. She says her pleases’ and her ‘thank yous’, and can pull off quite a good impression that she is on the whole a well-behaved, normal teenage girl. But there has always been more to her; her tantrums, even as a toddler, were more ferocious than those of any normal child. There was an inner rage, bubbling under the surface at all times, which would explode suddenly, and lead her towards drastic actions. Her time spent on the street, made her all the harder. Willing to steal, injure, and even kill to get her prize.
But she does still have a heart; she regards those close to her as people who will be there for life. Despite all of her terrible antics and volatile personality, she keeps these under wraps for those who mean a lot to her. This does mean, though, that she is quite vulnerable. Many a time has someone taken her under their wing, only to betray her. She fights back of course, and a fair few times she wins, but all of these false friends have taken their toll. She is suspicious, and guarded, and it can take years for people to earn her respect and trust.
She is determined to prove to the world that she can be what she wants to be. But she has a sense of humour, those around her are often left rolling around on the floor, chortling hysterically at her sarcastic comments. She’s fun to be around, but a feisty fighter. You never know quite what you’re getting with Bella.
Likes: Freedom, adventure and a good laugh. She’s also quite fond of a good, blood thirsty battle or two.
Dislikes: People who betray her, show offs with no reason to show off, brussel sprouts.
Sample R.P: (at least two paragraphs)
Bella waded through the bilges, cursing and swearing, as the rat ridden water billowed under her shirt. A foul stench rose up to meet her nose; she gagged. The boat lurched violently as a huge wave hurled itself at the ship. She kept her footing with ease, but a huge wash of water flung itself over her head, she emerged, dripping and scowling, much like a drowned rat. She flicked her hair from her face, and, cursing harder than ever, continued forwards. It was the first time anyone had tried communicating with the prisoner; Bella had volunteered, eager to get in the Captain’s good books. She was also ignorant of the state of the bilges, never having ventured down there before.
She stopped as she reached a sodden lump crouching on a slightly raised platform; the platform was surrounded by a strong wall of wrought iron bars, which loomed threateningly over the hostage. Bella cast her eyes quickly over the quivering wreck of a man. His clothes seemed to have once been a deep blue, but were now stained a dark green colour from the filthy water he was being forced to reside in. His hair, once, she imagined, a stately blonde colour, was matted and discoloured by the wet; it hung lankly to his shoulders. He wore just a small ragged cloth wrapped around his waist; it was the same material as his jacket, and had clearly been ripped from it for decency.
The figure turned to face Bella, who had stood in silence there for about a minute. She reeled back in horror as her eyes fell upon the tortured face staring back at her. The boy looked about 12 years old; further more, the boy was her brother.
Accepted