Post by belle on Sept 26, 2012 20:55:28 GMT -4
Name: Belle LaRoux
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Birthday: December 19th
Hometown: Caen, France
Sexuality: heterosexual
Playby: Emma Watson
Canon Character Belle from Beauty and the Beast
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Varies from pale to tan.
Hair: usually kept very short, light brown, layered.
Eyes hazel
Height: around 5'8
Weight: about 130 lbs.
Body Type: skinny yet curvy, tall.
Other has a birthmark on her left hip in the shape of a crown, multiple scars on her wrists from the time she had cut.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: reading, art, photography, singing, animals, October, hot chocolate, sweaters.
Dislikes: anger, rude people, ripped up books, black coffee, razors, yelling, hate.
Strengths: helping people, being nice, homework, photography, art.
Weaknesses: her nervous habits, new book smell, ink, paint, her family, love.
Fears: love, her family, the dark, thunder
Personality: Belle LaRoux is a shy girl. She really cares what people think of her. It really gets under her skin when someone insults her or talks about her behind her back. Whenever she's feeling strong emotions, whether it be happy or sad or mad, Belle will paint or draw or do photography. She's a really artsy person, her intrests also include reading and writing. Belle is also quite hilarious. She can make anyone laugh with her funny or corny jokes, and her laugh and smile are infectious!
Where I Began
Mother: Rosie LaRoux
Father: Jonatan LaRoux
Siblings: None that she knows of.
Other Relatives: Damien LaRoux (Uncle)
Pets: None, but she plans to get a puppy or kitten. Maybe even a horse.
Friends: She has yet to make some.
History: Belle LaRoux was born in a small town called Caen, France, to the lovely Rosie and Jonatan LaRoux. Belle learned French and English at a young age, so she is fluent in both languages, although her talk is tainted with a slight French accent. She was an only child, treasured by her parents. That was, at least, until the crash. Belle's parents got in a major car crash when she was around 12. Her parents were rolled by a semi and the car burst into flames. Belle had always blamed herself for the crash. They were going out to get Belle a book at the library.
From that day on, Belle LaRoux moved in with her only known uncle, Damien. He had always been one of her favorite people, and they were always close. He was single, her aunt had died before she was born. When Belle was still 12 and 13, she got into a horrible habit. Considering she blamed herself for the deathly crash of her parents, Belle did anything she could to take the pain away. So Belle turned to cutting. She didn't care if anyone knew, so she did it on the first place she though of, her wrists. Belle has now gotten over her habit, but the scars and memories always come back to haunt her.
Belle's Uncle Damien found out about Yen Sid from a pamplet he found in the woods. He decided to check it out and found that it was an amazing school. He sent Belle off right away, but Belle didn't mind. Maybe a bit of change was all she needed. Belle and Uncle Damien always send letters back and forth. She found it to be a better way of communicating than anything with electronics with her uncle. Letters were often always more heartfelt anyways. Belle has just got here to Yen Sid and is hoping for it to be better than Caen. She just hopes she will make many friends.
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Kaiya!
Age: 14
Contacts Email is prefered, but if you PM me, I'll be sure to see it!
How did you find us? I've known about Yen Sid for a while(:
Time Zone GMT-7, Mountain
Writing Sample:
Alternative rock blasted from Caitlin's car as she sped down the road. Caitlin herself was belting out the lyrics, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm, her left foot moving up and down to the heavy bass while her right stayed steady on the gas. On her way home after work, off to see her wife, Caitlin was in a good mood. She was eager to work on her new painting. It awaited her in the office, propped up on an easel, begging for her to finish it. And finish it Cait would, but only after she kissed Lizzie and ate something.
The day at work had been long, but good. Great customers with plenty of compliments about the food and the atmosphere. Steady flow, not terribly busy but also not terribly slow. So, all in all, a very good day. But now it was time to go home and cuddle the hell out of her gorgeous wife.
CRASH.
Before she knew what was going on, Cait slammed hard on the brakes. Her vision was obscured by a large mass sunken into her now-broken windshield. Thank God for laminated safety glass, else she would have been covered in shards of broken glass. Her heart raced as she spun off the road, though towards what she didn't know. She felt her front tires bump onto a curb, and then the car was still. For the briefest of moments, Cait could hear nothing but her own heart pounding in her ears.
Then she registered the blaring horns, milliseconds before another car slammed right into her. Her head connected with something hard. Blackness immediately enveloped her.
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